While answering the question, Ren Xiazhi looked thoughtfully at Tang Shu, always feeling that this sister, who looked like an angel, was holding back some big move.
It wasn't strange for him to think like that, for it was true that every time she had that expression, someone would be unlucky.
And not just a little unlucky!
"...Sister, what are you up to?"
"Didn't you say yesterday that the instructors this time around are having a tough time?"
"Uh, did I?"
"Let's help them out then."
"????"
Half an hour later, Ren Xiazhi finally understood what this "help" really entailed.
In a patch of green undergrowth taller than half a person, three individuals wore hats made of green leaves, perfectly hiding their figures, watching the prepared area ahead and waiting for something.
"Three students are coming, estimated two minutes to reach the encirclement."
"Fire."
