"No" Zou Jiayi firmly objected in between deflecting his sister's attacks. "I am not doing it."
"You don't expect me to be the one to do it?" Jing Zihan arched her brow, slightly offended. "I'm your sister! How can you think of kicking me?!"
"If I let you kick me at our brother, I'm bound to end up with broken bones," Zou Jiayi countered, a visible vein popping in the corner of his forehead. "Why can't we just do this the civilised way and slightly shift our match towards them so they'll be interrupted?"
Jing Zihan pursed her lips in confusion, almost dodging an elbow spin from her older brother too late, but she ducked her head quickly and struck his midsection with her palm.
"I was under the impression we wanted to do some damage to Mingyu today." She shrugged mid-fight. "Everyone knows how serious our matches can get, who would know if one of us gets accidentally thrown at him?"
