"Oh? Throwing a little tantrum now?" Ishiu smiled, crouching down in front of Kiana and looking into her angry eyes. "Kiana, don't be mad. I was only doing it to explain things to everyone. How about this? Want to beat me up later to vent?"
"Hmph..." Seeing that Ishiu had admitted his mistake so readily, Kiana's anger came quickly and faded just as fast. After he coaxed her, the stifling frustration in her chest immediately dissipated by half.
"You little brat, how could you be so mean? You actually spanked me."
"Ahem... Wasn't I worried about hurting you? Besides, there's plenty of padding back there. I wouldn't break you." Ishiu coughed lightly, shamelessly talking nonsense with his eyes wide open.
"Your butt has plenty of padding!" Kiana angrily pinched Ishiu's arm. She looked exactly like a young girl throwing a tantrum at her boyfriend, though neither of them realized it. The students behind them, however, saw the entire scene.
One particular Russian girl from Siberia had already unconsciously clenched her fists, desperately restraining the urge to blast Kiana with a cannon.
"All right, stop messing around. Get up already. So many people are watching."
"Mind your own business." Kiana pouted, still unwilling to let it go. She grabbed Ishiu's arm, opened her mouth, and bit down hard.
Ishiu's mouth twitched, but he did not stop her. He knew Kiana's temper. Letting her vent was enough.
After leaving a wet bite mark on Ishiu's arm, Kiana seemed to be in much better spirits. She made a face at him, then skipped back to the group.
"This idiot..." Ishiu shook his head. He was about to go watch the girls' practical training when a nimble figure stepped out from the crowd.
She was a well-proportioned girl with long limbs, waist-length gray hair,