"I'm going to innovate your face if you don't sit down and start listening," Jiang Xiao Yu hissed through gritted teeth.
Fatty sat down so fast his chair squeaked in protest. "Yes, ma'am."
Elly rolled lazily off the couch, landing in a foxlike crouch before hopping onto a nearby stool and grinning with mischievous pride. "What if I just charm the judges again?"
"You already caused two judges to forget their own names and one to propose marriage to a broomstick," Jiang Xiao Yu snapped. "We are not seducing our way through the national military tournament."
"Not with that attitude," Elly muttered under her breath, combing her hair with her fingers.
Damien finally opened one eye and spoke, his voice calm and irritatingly logical. "Can't we just let her plan everything and then wing it anyway like we always do?"
"I heard that," Jiang Xiao Yu said coldly.
