Xia Yinian swallowed, her gaze involuntarily darting to the captain.
That look seed to be asking: Dear Captain, when did I ever offend you?
The captain looked at her, his gaze no different from usual; or rather, with anyone, he only ever had this one kind of look.
Xia Yinian knew very well this was true, and the captain definitely had no intention of joking.
When she turned back, the tall man was already standing beside her.
The man carried the scent of herbs on him, masking his original sll.
eting his eyes as she looked up, Xia Yinian no longer had the mind to worry about whether he was injured.
A man being tall didn’t necessarily an he was strong, but his strength was already written all over his face.
So, in the upcoming fighting, she had to focus on defense; it’d be best if she didn’t give him the chance to pin her down.
Once she made up her mind, Xia Yinian’s mood quickly adjusted in a very short ti.
"Ready..." the captain’s voice rang out, "Begin."
"Senior Sister, please take care of !" Suddenly, the man spoke.
Hearing that voice, familiar to the point it couldn’t be more familiar, Xia Yinian was completely stunned.
It’s him—how could it be him?
Her eyes burned a little, her nose stung a little, but she did not cry.
He’d co to see her; no matter how you looked at it, that was an enormous piece of good news.
Xia Yinian didn’t know whether it was Seventh Young Master’s makeup skills that were too good, or her observational skills that were too weak.
He’d managed to fool her every ti with his disguises, but by comparison, last ti at Yiheng’s place, Beicheng had probably seen through her at a glance.
She missed him so, so much, and even more, she wanted to hug him.
But this was not a place for whispering sweet nothings—how could she?
In a mont of distraction, Gu Beicheng seized her shoulders and locked her in his arms.
"You... you’re injured?" Xia Yinian asked hoarsely.
"Didn’t Captain Feng say you’d made progress? This is your progress?" Gu Beicheng bent down, his lips close to Xia Yinian’s ear, his voice low.
"Right now you’re restrained. Think about how you’d get away. Don’t disappoint ."
Xia Yinian blinked and took a deep breath.
Yes, she had made progress. It wasn’t just what others said—she herself thought so too.
She was the one who’d asked to join the special training; she absolutely couldn’t let Beicheng down, and even more so, she couldn’t let herself down.
Xia Yinian’s thin lips quirked; she drew in a deep breath, spun around, and easily slipped free from his restraint.
Of course, Gu Beicheng hadn’t used much strength; otherwise, Xia Yinian wouldn’t have been able to break free so easily.
But she knew very well that more formidable moves would follow one after another.
In this mont, the man beside her was not the Beicheng who doted on her, but soone trying to kidnap her.
The fact that he could appear here perfectly fine ant his body must be all right.
As for the spot where Gu Beicheng had been shot, Xia Yinian had heard about it from Feng Yan; she just had to avoid touching his body.
The girl who had just broken free of the man’s arms was quickly subdued again, and this ti his strength was much greater than before.
Xia Yinian bit her lip, using the skills she’d learned over these days; in no ti, she slipped free from his hold again.
After a few rounds, everyone could more or less see that this wasn’t fighting in the real sense.
To the Brothers who didn’t know the inside story, this man was probably soone the Third Young Master had invited specifically to teach Xia Yinian.
Even though it wasn’t a real fight, no one felt bored watching; at the very least, this man was truly formidable.
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