"Xia Enci, I heard you ran 4 kilometers today, all in one go?" Zhang Lingling asked.
"Yeah. It was no big deal, even 8 kilometers would be a breeze for me."
Tang Xinru heard this and whispered, "All brawn and no brains."
Xia Enci slammed the table and stood up, "What did you say?"
The table rattled violently with her slap, making the entire room seem as if it were about to collapse. Tang Xinru swallowed and said quietly, "I was commenting on a character on TV. What, can't I do that?"
"Fine, you can, keep on commenting," Xia Enci said.
"I don't want to comment anymore. Whether I want to comment or not is my choice." Tang Xinru said, and then she lay back down.
But she felt a gaze, coldly focused on her, more oppressive than Xia Enci's iron fists.
Jiang Zhe looked away.
During the subsequent military training, Xia Enci continued to stand out.
