I was burning with anger and clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him, but my rationale was tightly wrapped around my fist.
I swear, I heard his sneer. Ultimately, I couldn't hold it in any longer and directed my anger toward him. I dodged his raised arm and used all my strength to punch his face.
However, to my dismay, Ivan Christian did not look like he had been punched. There were no traces of my attack on his face. On the other hand, my hand began to feel slight pain from the hard punch.
"F*ck, this guy's skin is thick."
I complained to Emily in my heart.
"Compared to yesterday, today's punch is not bad." The painful cry I expected didn't come out of his mouth. On the contrary, it was an ice-cold evaluation.
The training had to go on, so I was disappointed and attacked him with all my strength.
