Memoria was completely bewildered. Originally, she had already reached over to grab the ID in Cold Little Evil's pocket, but her fingers froze there, forgetting what she was supposed to do.
All around, jaws dropped to the floor.
Not to mention the female cadets, even the few guys like Monkey, who Cold Little Evil specifically called over to help, were so shocked their eyeballs were about to fall out.
This... this isn't training, this is the pace of an R-rated movie!
The scene took a sharp turn.
The next second, Memoria was once again thrown out, landing on the grassland.
Cold Little Evil took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the restless emotions in his heart.
"Time's up. You lost!"
Memoria shook her numb and swollen tongue, regained her senses, and immediately jumped up from the grassland.
She raised a hand to wipe her wet lips full of saliva and blood, and proudly raised her right hand.
"Who said I lost? What's this?!"
