"Damn, I really want to smack her."
"Me too, my hands are itching to punch her in the face."
"Hold it in, the combat training is this afternoon, don't let her target you."
"To think an instructor could do something so heartless and insane... I can't even look."
"Just hold on, we'll surpass Group B next week, and then it'll be our turn for revenge."
"Damn right, we must surpass them! I can't swallow this humiliation!"
...
The students of Group A felt stifled, annoyed, and excited.
Mo Shangjun was very successful in transferring all the hatred of Group A onto herself.
However, she was still leisurely sipping on her soda.
She even had the leisure to think about what kind of skewers she would want for her late-night snack.
