Zhan Moxiao paced elegantly, his hands clasped behind his back as he continued to circle around Ou Lan, "Remember, a true tomboy scorns the use of any dirty tricks. Fight fair and square, head-on battle; even if it's one against many, you fight until the enemy's mother can't even recognize them, understand?"
Ou Lan was so angry she was gnashing her teeth, but she didn't dare talk back, her little bum sore and burning.
"First step, you need to learn how to stand at attention... Li Dan!"
"Present!"
"Demonstrate the military posture!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a crisp stomp, Li Dan brought his legs together, showing a perfect military stance.
"Follow along!"
Under Zhan Moxiao's watchful eye, Ou Lan stiffened her legs as if prodded like a duck onto a perch, but Master Xiao was extremely unsatisfied. He strode over, lifted her chin with a teaching stick, "Raise your head, eyes front."
