Chapter 356: Chapter 356

Wait a minute, how can a mute possibly be an actor? Sang Ning suddenly fell into deep confusion. Could it be that Director Qin’s movie required a role for someone with special traits?

Huang Chengzi loved to cry, Sun Bangyu couldn’t speak, Wei Lejun was like a walking powder keg—Sang Ning really felt drained...

Mixed-gender wrestling? Sang Ning wasn’t worried. Unless these guys had professional training, she was confident enough to crush them without breaking a sweat.

Break time was over, and the female students had finished tidying up their gear. The two teams, men and women, sat cross-legged on the ground, facing each other. The area in the middle was left open for the instructors to stand and for the students to wrestle.

The male students on the opposite side counted six in total, all sporting identical buzz cuts and military training uniforms. Sang Ning suddenly felt her face blindness acting up.

For the mixed-gender wrestling, participants were chosen randomly, and Wei Lejun and Sun Bangyu were the first ones selected.

As expected, both Wei Lejun and Sun Bangyu ended up being the ones slammed to the ground.

Luckily, the male students wrestling against them were quite gentlemanly, restraining their strength when taking them down so they wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.

When Sun Bangyu was thrown to the ground, she didn’t make a sound. She even climbed back up, bowed seriously to the male student who had thrown her down, leaving the guy completely speechless.

On the other hand, Wei Lejun launched straight into yelling: "Couldn’t you be gentler? You’ve practically crippled me! Are you gonna take responsibility for the rest of my life?"

The male student who wrestled with Wei Lejun looked visibly shy, apologizing with a flushed face: "Sister Jun, I’m so sorry. Next time, I’ll ask Instructor Zheng to demonstrate first."

As soon as he said that, the surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

Wei Lejun felt her face heat up slightly and shot him a glare: "Idiot!"

Sang Ning’s turn was third. Her opponent was very tall, nearly six-foot-three, but Sang Ning took him down effortlessly without any pressure.

Hu Yirun didn’t recognize Sang Ning and didn’t know she was an expert, so naturally, he didn’t take her seriously.

It wasn’t until he was sent flying with an over-the-shoulder throw, hitting the ground so hard that dust exploded everywhere, that he realized how surreal the world could be.

Hu Yirun climbed back up from the ground, patted the dust off his clothes, and said to Sang Ning, "Doesn’t count, doesn’t count! I demand a redo. I was careless just now; this time, I won’t let you catch me off guard again."

"Boo—" A wave of jeers erupted from the male students, followed by merciless laughter.

"Hu Yirun, all those muscles you worked on are a waste, huh? A random girl can knock you down just like that."

Hu Yirun glared at the person mocking him, gritted his molars, and warned, "Wait and see. I’ll show you real soon whether these muscles are a waste or not!"

Hu Yirun was a newcomer to the entertainment industry and had been a gym’s top coach before passing Director Qin’s audition to enter the training camp. He was particularly proud of his muscles.

Hu Yirun’s love for his muscles had reached narcissistic levels. He thought of them as a perfect work of art, and if anyone dared utter a single negative word about them, he’d absolutely lose his cool.

"Alright, let’s go. I’m ready. This time I won’t hold back just because you’re a girl." Hu Yirun took off his jacket, revealing his bulging muscles under a short-sleeved T-shirt, looking as if he could take on ten people at once.

"Instructor, is this okay?" Sang Ning turned to Instructor Zheng for confirmation.

Instructor Zheng crossed his arms, his face serious, and said, "Control yourselves. Stop when appropriate."

As soon as those words left his mouth, Hu Yirun let out a loud growl and lunged straight at Sang Ning.

Sang Ning crouched slightly, lowering her body’s center of gravity and preparing to defend.

Hu Yirun grabbed Sang Ning, attempting to lift her like uprooting a scallion from the ground.

To be fair, Hu Yirun did have brute strength. He lifted Sang Ning up high and threw her down, her back facing the ground.

Just as Sang Ning was about to hit the ground, she grabbed onto Hu Yirun’s neck for leverage. In one swift motion, she stood upright and pressed downward forcefully with her elbow, causing Hu Yirun to slam face-first into the earth.

Hu Yirun’s landing was so awkward that Sang Ning couldn’t help but turn her head away—this poor guy’s fall was laughably ridiculous.

"You cheated!" Even after being floored a second time, Hu Yirun stubbornly refused to admit defeat, still whining and making excuses.

"Enough." Instructor Zheng intervened at the right time, his gaze toward Sang Ning carrying a hint of approval. "Sang Ning is an expert. Losing to her isn’t something to be ashamed of."

"Damn it!" Hu Yirun balled up his fist and pounded the ground, utterly disgruntled.

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"Brother Run, I told you—you need to tone it down. Sooner or later, you’d meet someone who could put you in your place."

Amidst the schadenfreude-filled jeers, Hu Yirun crawled up from the ground, picked up his jacket, put it back on, and returned to the line of male students, looking defeated and embarrassed.

"The fourth participant from the women’s team is Huang Chengzi. Would the fourth participant from the men’s team please step forward?"

As Instructor Zheng finished speaking, Huang Chengzi started quietly sobbing again, her face full of resistance. "Instructor, can we switch to a different practice? I really don’t want to do wrestling—it hurts so much when I get slammed down."

Sang Ning couldn’t help but notice the eerie silence that fell upon the group after Huang Chengzi’s words, a silence that seemed heavy with disbelief.

"No backing out. Step forward now. I need to see if your recent training has improved." Instructor Zheng spoke sternly.

Huang Chengzi suddenly grabbed Sang Ning’s arm like she was seeking help, staring at Sang Ning with tearful puppy-dog eyes full of pleading.

Sang Ning gently freed her arm and calmly reassured her, "If you’re really scared, just tell them to go easy on you later. You’re a girl—they won’t take it as seriously as you’re imagining."

"But I really hate wrestling the most!" Huang Chengzi muttered softly, but she couldn’t withstand Instructor Zheng’s death glare and obediently stood up.

Huang Chengzi moved forward timidly like an injured rabbit, head bowed, sobbing quietly under her breath. "Can’t you just spare me? I really hate wrestling..."

Huang Chengzi seemed truly terrified, but the boy facing her seemed even more nervous. Sang Ning could even tell his shoulders were trembling slightly.

No way, right? What are these two doing? Surely, this won’t turn into some pathetic amateur hour?

At Instructor Zheng’s command, the boy took the initiative. He rushed forward, grabbed Huang Chengzi, and tried to throw her over his shoulder.

With his teeth clenched tightly, his facial features almost twisted into a mask of pain, yet Huang Chengzi remained entirely still.

Sang Ning found herself baffled. What exactly had they been training all this time? That kid wasn’t small—how could he fail to lift someone as delicate as Huang Chengzi?