Chapter 22: Beating up “Tang Nai”

“Do you see this sandbag?”

“I see it, hehe——”

Upon seeing the stick figure of Tang Nai with his teeth bared and claws out, Su Mu had been trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Although Luo Jialan’s drawing skills were poor, Su Mu could still recognize that unforgettable expression from the rough and messy lines.

The stick figure hardly resembled a human in shape, but it unexpectedly captured Tang Nai’s spirit in just a few strokes.

“Is it that funny?”

Luo Jialan’s voice suddenly turned cold, making Su Mu shiver.

“No, the drawing is very good, very good…”

Luo Jialan glanced at Su Mu indifferently, walked up to the sandbag, and stared at “Tang Nai.”

“You really need to be disciplined. You’re not being honest at all. When I finished drawing this, I couldn’t help but laugh. It clearly looks funny.”

Why isn’t she playing by the rules?

Su Mu couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

“Put on the boxing gloves.”

Luo Jialan took out a pair of worn-out red boxing gloves from the side and handed them to Su Mu.

They fit her hands perfectly.

They seemed to be the gloves Luo Jialan used herself, and when Su Mu got close, she could smell the same sweet milk tea fragrance that was on Luo Jialan.

Su Mu’s figure was almost the same as Luo Jialan’s now.

Thus, Luo Jialan could train her with ease.

To correct the wayward junior, the first step was to break the mental barrier—by beating up “Tang Nai.”

“Why are your arms so soft and unable to stretch out? Use your magic power.”

“I’m sorry, officer, I’ve used up all my magic power.”

“What about your strength?”

“Sorry, officer, I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”

“All excuses! Keep hitting, don’t you dare stop!”

“Yes, officer.”

Su Mu’s voice was already tinged with a sob.

Her hands were sore from the friction of the boxing gloves, almost to the point of being unable to grip them.

Luo Jialan gave her two options: either vent all her strength on “Tang Nai” or spar with her.

Would I really hit Lando?

Without thinking, Su Mu chose the former, but she soon realized that even the non-resistant “Tang Nai” was not easy to deal with.

Her slender arm barely made the sandbag tremble when she punched it.

The stick figure of Tang Nai on the sandbag had a slight upward curl at the corner of its mouth, as if mocking her weakness—

You’re too weak.

In a fit of anger, Su Mu used a flurry of punches to move the sandbag, but she almost got hit on the nose again by the rebounding “Tang Nai.”

The sandbag is bullying me too!

After about half a minute, Su Mu’s forearms had already started to ache, and Luo Jialan, who seemed to have anticipated this result, told her to use her magic power to nourish the sore parts.

Then Su Mu instantly exhausted all her magic power, leaving Luo Jialan somewhat speechless.

Is she really that bad?

Watching Su Mu lightly hitting the sandbag intermittently, Luo Jialan’s gaze inadvertently fell on her white shirt dampened by sweat.

The thin shirt clung tightly to Su Mu’s body, becoming slightly transparent, making Luo Jialan feel a bit uncomfortable.

She vaguely remembered that Su Mu was a bit taller than herself, and her chest size was quite indecent.

Now, however, it had somehow reached a proportion that was pleasing to the eye.

It was unexpectedly suitable, and even a bit…cute?

Luo Jialan quickly shook her head to dispel such strange thoughts.

At that moment, as she looked through Su Mu’s shirt, she suddenly noticed something odd.

What is she wearing around her body?

It looks like it’s about to fall off.

The chest bandage on Su Mu’s body, under such intense movement, soon could no longer bear the strain and gradually began to reveal her true fullness.

Indeed, what Luo Jialan had just seen was nothing but an illusion created by the suppression.

Even after being tightly wrapped, Su Mu could still match Luo Jialan, and now she was increasingly pressing into the latter’s line of sight with a sense of oppression.

Who would have thought, she can change her size at will!

Luo Jialan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her hands subconsciously crossed over her chest.

Is this girl hiding something?

Why did she deliberately wrap herself with cloth?

It’s just a little bigger, isn’t it?

It’s like a deliberate humiliation, which is infuriating.

Su Mu, whose arms were already as soft as noodles, naturally didn’t notice these changes.

She had thought it was just a simple outing and hadn’t wrapped the cloth tightly, so as not to feel oppressed and unable to breathe.

Just now, when she began to feel her chest expand, she thought it was the comfort brought by exercise and didn’t pay much attention.

Now, the chest bandage had become loose and was swaying with her chest.

With every punch, it was sliding down unconsciously.

And Luo Jialan saw all of this and could only cast a disdainful glance at the jelly-like soft and bouncy chest.

“Alright, take a break. What’s wrapped around your chest, go ahead and…tidy it up.”

Luo Jialan coughed lightly twice to cover her inner turmoil, and Su Mu, who noticed the problem upon being reminded, instinctively let out a cry.

It’s over, she saw it.

I really should buy a proper bra.

Su Mu hugged her chest in a panic, and in an instant, her cheeks turned red all the way to her ears.

I hope I’m not suspected.

A normal girl wouldn’t dress so strangely.

Fortunately, Luo Jialan wasn’t very suspicious and even made an excuse to leave, giving Su Mu time to tidy up.

“I’ll go make some tea. You rest for a while.”

Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that Luo Jialan’s crystal earlobes were also slightly flushed at this moment, for reasons unknown.

She quickly walked into the inner room of the martial arts hall, where the clear sound of tea cups clinking soon followed.

Only then did Su Mu nervously unbutton a little bit and gather up the flimsy cloth strip.

Not caring about any shame, Su Mu saw her own appearance for the first time naturally and managed to settle properly before Luo Jialan came back.

The old boxing gloves she took off were also soaked with sweat.

The mixed smell on them, she wondered if Luo Jialan would mind.

I should smell pretty good, right?

She probably won’t be disgusted.

“You’re really in poor physical condition. If you encounter a weirdo, you won’t be able to get there in time. Even if you’re on the scene, you’ll be a burden. You must exercise more. From now on, come to me every afternoon.”

Luo Jialan walked over with two cups of hot tea and gently placed them on the table.

“Every day? I have classes in the afternoon at school.”

Su Mu wanted to make excuses, but Luo Jialan was unmoved.

“Don’t make excuses. Show me your schedule, and I’ll arrange it.”

Reluctantly, Su Mu handed over her phone.

Examining Su Mu’s schedule, Luo Jialan’s eyebrows slightly raised.

“You’re studying journalism?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“I was actually considering transferring there.”

Upon hearing this, Su Mu felt a sense of foreboding.

“Transferring majors doesn’t really make much sense, and there’s still the exam, you know.”

“Are you afraid of being in the same class with me?”

Under Luo Jialan’s piercing gaze, Su Mu guiltily turned her head away.

Teacher, please, make the exam questions difficult.