"Huh? Did I insult you? I was mocking you! You're so weak! Hahahaha!" Chen Jiaoyun continued to laugh.

"It's okay, let's continue?" Yang Yajing patted Jiang Xuanxuan's arm. "Remember to dodge next time. If you don't dodge, you'll be the target forever!"

“Xuanxuan will remember... Yangyang, I'm sorry…” Jiang Xuanxuan was still very aggrieved.

"Keep going!" Yang Yajing beckoned to Zhou Pengfei, who was holding a sandbag, with a provocative gesture.

Jiang Xuanxuan disliked this action.

"How dare you look down on my Pengfei brother?" Jiang Xuanxuan narrowed her eyes and pushed Yang Yajing towards the sandbag.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Xuanxuan was too nervous!" Before Chen Jiaoyun could say anything, Jiang Xuanxuan apologized first! She even looked like she was about to cry.

Yang Yajing didn't think much of it. It's just throwing sandbags, who hasn't been hit a few times? It doesn't hurt, does it?

But what a coincidence! Is Jiang Xuanxuan forgetful or lacking in comprehension? For the next four or five rounds, she was pushed onto the sandbag every time?

If Yang Yajing still thinks it's a conditioned reflex, then she's really stupid!

Jiang Xuanxuan was a head taller and bigger than Yang Yajing, and seemed quite strong as well. This strength? ...Was that the meter-plus throw she made at the beginning, when we were comparing distances, just a deliberate act of feigning weakness?

Yang Yajing was thin and small, and was pushed around by Jiang Xuanxuan without any difficulty at all!

Yang Yajing understood, and Chen Jiaoyun certainly understood too. She stopped mocking Jiang Xuanxuan, but her eyes darted around; that little scorpion's vengeful nature was kicking in again!