Was Number Seven Really Killed by a Shot to the Head?

After Jian Qi returned from running ten kilometers, everyone had already packed up and was standing there waiting for her. "Big Sister Qi, you have a wonderful attitude. While everyone was resting, you proceeded with additional training!" Crocodile teased when he saw her returning.

Jian Qi answered calmly, "That would naturally be the case. After all, without a strong physique, how would I protect my Instructor Tang?"

Everyone. "..."

'Crocodile, shut up already!'

'It's too early in the morning for this romantic crap. Aren't you sick of it?'

Tang Jinyu was just about done discussing something with Lightning. When Tang Jinyu heard what Jian Qi said, he glanced at Jian Qi coldly.

Jian Qi had a wide smile on her face as she returned his gaze.

Tang Jinyu snorted helplessly. 'Isn't this person afraid of being exposed and embarrassed?'

Clearly, she was unusually thick-skinned compared to the others.