"I don't know. Didn't she cast Genjutsu on Su Bai? Why is he perfectly fine while she's the one who..."
"That's so strange. But Ling Yiyi looks pitiful. She seems... completely helpless."
"She has such a desperate look on her face. What did she see?"
"Who knows? We can't see what's happening inside the Genjutsu. Only Su Bai and Ling Yiyi know."
"But Su Bai's something else. We all knew he'd win—didn't he know it too? Ling Yiyi's a rare beauty, after all. Was he really so rough with her?"
The students were getting upset.
Ling Yiyi looked so pitiful just then that she stirred their sympathy.
All they saw was Ling Yiyi curled up on the ground, her long, slender legs bent and pressed together, her arms wrapped around herself as she trembled.
Her delicate face was etched with despair and helplessness, and tears had even gathered in the corners of her eyes... The sight enraged all the freshmen. Su Bai was being far too heartless!
It wasn't just them. Even Liu Chun, the jonin in charge of rescue, couldn't bear to watch. He hurried over and looked down at Ling Yiyi. "Su Bai, hurry up and undo your Genjutsu. Isn't this too much for her?"
Su Bai glanced at Ling Yiyi with an odd expression and said helplessly, "Teacher, I wasn't too rough. That was Ling Yiyi's own Genjutsu. I just sent it back to her."
"Besides, I wanted to undo it a while ago, but she wouldn't let me. She said she'd break free of it through her own strength."
"I see. Got it." Liu Chun nodded.
As soon as Su Bai finished speaking, the students began murmuring in confusion.
"Hey, hey, what did Su Bai mean by 'sent it back to her'?"
"How would I know?