Sir Tang, Are You Going to Hit A Corpse?

Tang Jinyu looked at that person who was sitting on top of him with a face full of dirt, yet still smiling brightly, and his eyes darkened. 

He extended her hand and grabbed hold of her hands. Exerting some force, he flipped her over and pressed himself on top of her while using his other hand to lock her neck. 

"Do you still want to continue?" Tang Jinyu's face turned black. He applied strength on the hand that was strangling her. 

Jian Qi smiled. She was even more amused when she saw half of his face that was still covered in mud. 

"Instructor Tang, you're going to break my neck if you use more strength!" 

Jian Qi said while she took a handful of mud and tried to rub it onto Tang Jinyu"s face.

Tang Jinyu knew her intentions the moment she lunged at him. That was why when she raised her hand, he immediately pressed her hand onto her head. 

"I don't mind breaking your hand if you keep up with these small acts!"