"Not guessing."
It's clear at a glance, Du Wuwei doesn't waste time with him.
Jun Shen couldn't help but tut, "Oh man, with the cold wind blasting, where does she get such leisure for this?"
"Aren't you familiar with her?" Du Wuwei glanced at him.
"I only understand her nasty temperament to some extent, the rest..."
Jun Shen shrugged.
Amazing really, as the Combat Instructor of the special forces, during such intense training, she's just casually sketching in the snow.
In contrast, Jun Shen, who initially found the training quite easy, suddenly felt he was terribly unlucky.
"I'll go take a look." Jun Shen rubbed his hands together, planning to sneak a peek.
However, Du Wuwei next grabbed his shoulder, forcibly pulling him back.
"What are you doing?" Jun Shen was perplexed.
"There's combat training in the afternoon," Du Wuwei said, "If you don't want to be crippled like last time, it's better not to provoke her now."
