Cheng Bingbing rolled her eyes and said, "What do you know? I'm practicing kung fu."
"Practicing kung fu?"
The female soldiers looked at her with confusion, and one even reached out to feel Cheng Bingbing's forehead, muttering, "No fever, why is she acting so strangely?"
"Dead Yan, you're the one acting strangely. I really am practicing kung fu, okay!" Cheng Bingbing said speechlessly.
Seeing her serious expression, she didn't look like she was delirious. Zhao Yan scratched her head and said, "Both hands flailing like crazy, what kind of kung fu is that? You haven't been possessed, have you?"
"You commoner know nothing. Ever heard of Inner Strength? It's the kind that can hit people from a distance."
Zhao Yan exchanged glances with the other female soldiers, then they all grabbed Cheng Bingbing, saying, "Let's take her to the infirmary to see a doctor. She's probably got a screw loose."
