At this point, South Grant was pushed onto the bed by Nathan Foster.
"So, this is how you see me!" Nathan's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
South was a bit angry. He had already been upset when he watched the two of them compete in the afternoon.
"Isn't it true?"
Nathan looked at South, determined to punish him harshly.
"Chester Lynch's leadership and organizational skills are better than yours. I'm a new instructor, and these students are not familiar with me. The students in this class are very rebellious. I discovered this in the morning, which is why I waited until the morning training ended to divide into groups. I wanted to see your class's overall level!"
There was anger in Nathan's voice. In the past, he would never explain so much to South.
