Gu Xiaozhan raised his big hand, "Do you want to explain things to it?"
Mu Anhan immediately pleaded, wrapping her hands around his wrist, "Instructor Gu, I was wrong! I'll do fifty more, okay?"
"If you keep dragging your feet, not only will you have to redo them, but you'll have to do two hundred." Gu Xiaozhan decided that her training intensity must be high, not allowing her any sense of luckiness in this regard.
He didn't want to see her engage in such dangerous work; she could understand marksmanship, even if she never uses it in her lifetime.
She can be kind, but she must ensure her own safety.
"I'll do it... I'll do it..." Mu Anhan had no choice but to do it again.
When she reached ninety-eight, her waist collapsed, her little bottom arching high.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Several slaps came down in succession, heavier than last time.
Mu Anhan couldn't help but shout, "Honey, stop hitting me, it hurts..."
"Call me Instructor." The man was dead set on disciplining her.
