"Speaking to the mosquitoes?" the black-faced instructor bellowed.
"So! Ugly! Dead!" Jane Sampson's heart collapsed in frustration. This black-faced instructor was definitely doing this on purpose! On purpose!
"Continue!" ordered the black-faced instructor.
Mair Williams didn't dare to look at the soldier she had boldly called handsome. Imitating Jane, she closed her eyes and said, "Do you have an eye disease or something? Seriously handsome, okay?"
Jane Sampson choked up again.
She wondered how much courage cost per catty and if she could possibly wholesale a ton to have a taste first.
"Jane Sampson, if you hesitate one more time, run ten laps before continuing!" the black-faced instructor warned Jane.
Jane Sampson looked up at the sky, helpless and despondent.
"If I say ugly, then it's ugly, the ugliest in the entire world." Jane Sampson said.
"Can't hear you," the black-faced instructor said.
Here we go again, here we go again...
