It's bizarre. Given Lun Xiaoman's background, is it necessary to be jealous of a stammering child?
Feeling the strange gaze from Master Ye, Shen Jiayin lowered her head. She had been looked at like this since childhood.
Master Ye coughed twice, retracted his gaze, and said, "Help me up."
"I'll carry you."
"What?!"
"You're not seriously injured?"
Is this child silly? But she wasn't wrong; he should be pretending to be seriously injured now and unable to walk. However, given the situation, he thought he might as well turn a blind eye. This was the most compassionate he had been as an examiner, the only time he went easy.
"I say, no one else sees it here." Master Ye cupped his hand around his mouth and whispered to her secretly.
This girl, no matter how he looked at her, gave the impression of being so small, like a child. No wonder he softened and went easy.
"It's still not acceptable. The exercise isn't over. The exercise isn't for the exercise; it exists for reality."
