Jiu Ping paused for a moment, looking suspiciously at Lu Mian: "Speak."
Lu Mian turned around, looking at the entire class lineup, and asked, "Why can't the girls stand in the shade?"
Actually, the answer was already clear in her heart.
At the small training ground earlier, Lu Mian had heard Jiu Ping and several other instructors' conversation word for word.
In the morning, the girls had stood under the blazing sun the whole time, and it could barely be excused as coincidence.
But what about the afternoon?
The instructor had deliberately adjusted the students' positions, ensuring that the boys stood comfortably in the shade while the girls were left exposed under the harsh sun—classic discrimination.
Lu Mian lowered her eyelashes slightly; the sunlight scattered down, casting a fan-shaped arc across her eyes.
Delicate, yet impossibly cold.
Lu Mian tugged at her collar, tilting her head to wait for Jiu Ping's response.
