Lianye's brazen words made people want to punch him. Unfortunately, anyone who tried usually ended up getting beaten instead.
"Uh... I can't argue with that."
Reiner raised a hand to rub his bruised forehead. After all, Lianye had just pinned him to the ground and given him a thorough beating.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone lazily wandering around the training grounds, and his eyes immediately lit up. "You said no one here could teach you anything—then what do you think of her?"
Following the direction of Reiner's finger, Lianye looked over at the "she" who was lazily wandering around the training grounds, idling about with a deeply furrowed brow and an expression that kept everyone at arm's length. It was Annie Reinhardt.
Chapter 45: Then Bring It On
A ghost—a listless ghost—wandered through the training grounds.
Annie Reinhardt was once again trying to dodge training so she could slack off.
Perhaps it was because she was terrible at hand-to-hand combat training and had no interest in it. Or perhaps—Annie was simply too skilled at it, making it unnecessary to waste time on this simple, boring training with her fellow recruits.
The answer was obviously the latter.
"How about this, Lianye? Let's teach that slacker a lesson—show her the awareness a soldier ought to have."
Reiner glanced at Annie, and the displeasure in his eyes toward her extreme laziness did not seem fake.
The three of them had joined the Training Corps, Hoover included, not to idle around. Even if Annie's evaluations had always been excellent, her attitude was far too awful.
What terrible wording. Why did that sound exactly like the lines of the three thug side characters in most novels who want to teach the protagonist a lesson?
Lianye helplessly rubbed his forehead. He