"Really? Can I first ask what exactly he complimented me on?" Jane Sampson asked with a smile.
"He said you're very good-looking and interesting, and that his comrades in arms all really like you." The director wasn't exaggerating, these were indeed the words of the black-face instructor.
During training, the instructor seemed quite stern and merciless, but in his private life, he was quite an agreeable person.
"Then when I see the instructor tomorrow, I must thank him properly." Jane Sampson giggled lightly, "I thought he would speak ill of me, especially since I played a trick on him this morning."
However, it seemed that the instructor didn't take it to heart at all.
"Let's talk about your feelings over these past few days." The director raised his eyebrows, "Speak your mind, don't hold back. I heard that these two days, both you and your fellow trainees had quite a few complaints about me and your instructor, is that right?"
