Zhang Lu and Yang Shu were at each other's throats, neither willing to back down.
Zhang Lu had something over Yang Shu and could tease her without restraint.
Just as Yang Shu was about to lose her temper and strike, Zhang Lu wisely held back and sighed, "Alright, I'm done joking. I have something serious to tell you."
"Spit it out or hold your peace," Yang Shu scolded, annoyed. She knew her rash actions would have terrible consequences. Fighting in such a narrow space would definitely cause chaos. Yet she spoke as if it didn't matter, "What matter could you possibly have? I bet you just came up with a flimsy excuse to avoid getting beaten by me. Speak, if you don't give me a satisfying answer, watch how I deal with you."
"Do you know what the instructor's real identity is?" Zhang Lu said slowly, trying to lure her in.
She could easily see Yang Shu's hesitation but chose not to expose it, instead presenting the purpose of her visit.
