Flossie Wright suddenly raised her eyebrows, a smile hidden in her eyes, yet the words she spoke were tinged with chilliness.
A friendly contest?!
Who wanted to have a friendly contest with her!
Just the hand on her shoulder was enough to make her feel a strong hostility.
Startled, Cherry Hamilton subconsciously glanced in Rowdy Brightwill's direction.
There was a hint of pleading in her look.
"Approved."
With a casual wave, Instructor Rowdy Brightwill, as a combat coach, easily agreed.
There was no intention to worry or stop it.
Cherry Hamilton's heart sank immediately.
He didn't care?
That's right, Rowdy Brightwill had always been very attentive to Flossie Wright, so...
Her eyes shot up in surprise.
But before she could mentally prepare herself, the pressure on her shoulder relaxed, and then a fierce wind whistled by her ear; she stiffened, unable to react in time before a fist smashed viciously onto her head!
