"Get your a*ses out of the gutter, you fools! Kick your feet higher! Faster! Good, now fifty more laps!"
We're not training for a war, you devil!
Groans and whines resonated all throughout the training field, which were then rebuked by a godforsaken declaration, "One hundred laps!"
He's a d*mn spartan! A wolf in sheep's clothing! If only you weren't hot, we wouldn't even bother with you!
From the topmost bleachers, Lillie and her group sat there at a vantage point to observe the poor youngsters dragging themselves around the vast training field.
"Aiyo, that brat, Gong Hei, is at it again in torturing our poor juniors." Death clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. "If he wants them to respect and look up to him, then he needs to be lenient and gentle."
"Just look at me, everyone adores me for my benevolence and amazing teaching strategy."
