At this moment, Cold Little Devil had already walked aside and leaned over to sit on a nearby table.
Including Memoria Campbell, forty-eight trainees were divided into six groups and began taking turns shooting.
Monkey came over and tapped Cold Little Devil on the arm.
"Telling you, someone asked me to pass you a message."
"Who?"
"Don't worry about who it is yet." Monkey glanced at Memoria standing in the crowd, "The little girl said she wants to be your girlfriend."
Cold Little Devil rolled his eyes, "Who has such a masochistic streak?"
Often confessed by girls outside, Cold Little Devil was used to it, but these trainees had already been tormented by him like this, and yet there was still someone saying they wanted to be his girlfriend. Isn't this masochism?
Monkey motioned with his chin toward Memoria, who was stepping up to the shooting platform.
"Her?!" Cold Little Devil turned his face to look at Memoria, "Crazy?!"
