Chapter 22: Give “Tang Nai” a Good Beating
The personality correction class of the magical girl, Sumu, dealing with the female demon.
“Do you see this sandbag?”
“I see it, haha—”
Upon seeing the clawing figure of Tang Nai in the sketch, Sumu had been holding back her laughter.
Although Luo Jialan’s drawing skills were poor, Sumu could still distinguish that unforgettable expression among those rough and chaotic lines.
The sketch didn’t resemble a human much in shape, but it unexpectedly captured the essence of Tang Nai in just a few strokes.
“Is it really that funny?”
Luo Jialan’s voice suddenly turned cold, causing Sumu to shudder.
“No, it looks really good, really good…”
Luo Jialan glanced at Sumu with indifference, stepped in front of the sandbag, and stared at “Tang Nai.”
“You really need to be taught a lesson, and now you’re not being honest at all. I couldn’t help but laugh when I finished drawing this. It clearly looks hilarious.”
Why can’t we just follow the usual way? Sumu thought to herself.
“Put on the gloves.”
Luo Jialan handed Sumu a pair of severely worn red boxing gloves that fit her hands perfectly.
It seemed like the gloves were something Luo Jialan used herself, and up close, Sumu could smell the sweet aroma of milk tea that matched Luo Jialan’s scent.
Now, Sumu’s physique was almost equal to Luo Jialan’s.
Thus, it was effortless for Luo Jialan to practice.
To correct her misguided junior, the first step was to conquer her inner demons—by giving “Tang Nai” a solid beating.
“Why are your hands so soft and not straight? Use your magic power.”
“Sorry, officer, I’ve run out of magic power.”
“Then where’s your strength?”
“Sorry, officer, I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”
“All excuses! Keep hitting, no stopping allowed!”
“Yes, officer.”
There was already a hint of a whimper in Sumu’s voice; her hands were painfully sore from the gloves and barely held on.
Luo Jialan gave her two options: either vent all her strength on “Tang Nai” or practice together.
Am I really fighting L?
Without a second thought, Sumu chose the former, but soon realized that even “Tang Nai,” who wouldn’t fight back, was still formidable.
When her slender arm punched down, the sandbag didn’t even wobble; it merely trembled symbolically, and the sketch of Tang Nai seemed to curve her lips in a smirk, mocking Sumu’s weakness—
You’re too pathetic.
In a fit of anger, Sumu successfully pushed the sandbag with a wheel punch, only to almost be hit again by the rebounding “Tang Nai” right on the nose.
The sandbag bullies me too!
About half a minute passed, and Sumu’s forearms began to feel sore and swollen, while Luo Jialan seemed to have anticipated this outcome, prompting her to channel magic power to nourish the aching spots.
Then Sumu quickly drained all her magic power, leaving Luo Jialan speechless.
Is she really this weak?
Watching Sumu punch the sandbag with a lackluster effort, Luo Jialan’s gaze inadvertently fell on Sumu’s white shirt, now damp with sweat.
The thin shirt clung tightly to Sumu’s body, becoming somewhat transparent, making Luo Jialan feel a bit uncomfortable.
She vaguely remembered that Sumu was somewhat taller than her, with a considerably indecent bust size; now it oddly appeared to have settled into a more pleasant proportion.
Surprisingly fitting, it seems… somewhat… cute?
Luo Jialan quickly shook her head, dispelling such strange thoughts.
At that moment, through Sumu’s shirt, she suddenly noticed something unusual.
What is this girl wrapped in? It looks like it’s about to fall off, ready to slip down at any moment.
The binding cloth around Sumu’s chest was quickly becoming unsustainable during such intense physical activity, gradually revealing what it should have kept hidden.
Indeed, what Luo Jialan had just seen was merely a suppressed illusion.
Even tightly wrapped, Sumu could match Luo Jialan now, and it was starting to press against the latter’s field of vision.
Unexpectedly, size can change randomly!
Luo Jialan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her hands instinctively crossed over her chest.
Is this girl hiding something? Why is she specially wrapping it up?
It’s just a little bit bigger, right? This feels like intentional humiliation; it’s infuriating.
With her arms already as limp as noodles, Sumu naturally didn’t notice these changes.
Thinking it was just a simple outing, Sumu hadn’t tied the cloth too tightly, fearing it might be too constrictive.
Earlier, she felt her chest expanding and thought it was the comfort from exercise, not paying it much mind.
Now, the wrapping cloth had become loose and swayed with her movements; every punch seemed to slide down unknowingly.
And Luo Jialan was watching it all, casting a disdainful look at her jelly-like soft chest.
“Alright, take a break. What are you wrapping around your chest? Hurry up and… tidy it up.”
Luo Jialan lightly coughed to mask her inner turmoil, and upon being reminded, Sumu instinctively gasped in surprise.
It’s over, she’s seen it; I really should buy a proper bra.
Flustered, Sumu hastily hugged her chest, and almost instantly, her cheeks flushed red to the roots of her ears.
Would she suspect me? What normal girl would dress this oddly?
Fortunately, Luo Jialan didn’t seem overly suspicious and even made an excuse to leave, giving Sumu time to fix herself up.
“I’ll go brew some tea; you can rest for a bit.”
Upon closer inspection, one could see that Luo Jialan’s earlobes had also turned slightly red at that moment for some unknown reason.
She quickly walked into the martial arts hall, and soon, the bright sound of tea cups clinking echoed from inside. Only then did Sumu nervously start to unbutton and adjust that unsteady cloth.
Ignoring the shame, Sumu took a good look at her own appearance for the first time and successfully set things right before Luo Jialan returned.
The old boxing gloves she took off were also soaked with sweat, mixing their smell, and she wondered if Luo Jialan would mind.
I should smell nice enough; she shouldn’t complain.
“You! Your stamina is truly terrible. If you encounter monsters, you wouldn’t make it in time, and even on-site, you’d easily become a burden. You have to train more; from now on, come and practice with me every afternoon.”
Luo Jialan brought two cups of hot tea and gently placed them on the table.
“Every day? But I have classes in the afternoon at school.”
Sumu tried to make excuses, but Luo Jialan was unyielding.
“Don’t make excuses! Let me see your class schedule; I’ll make arrangements.”
Reluctantly, Sumu could only obediently hand over her phone.
As she inspected Sumu’s schedule, Luo Jialan raised an eyebrow.
“You’re majoring in journalism?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“I’m actually considering switching there.”
Upon hearing this, Sumu felt a bad premonition.
“Switching majors doesn’t make much sense, and isn’t there an exam too?”
“Are you afraid that I’ll be in your class?”
Under Luo Jialan’s penetrating gaze, Sumu timidly turned her head away.
Teacher, please, make the questions a bit harder.
