"Zuzi, are you wearing a skirt? How did I not notice earlier? We're in big trouble now..."
"Doomed, we're definitely doomed! Sis, I'll cover you, quick... take it off!"
Wu Qianman and Xi Rubao were extremely anxious, terrified that someone would report Zuzi and get her punished, which would be exactly what those Chu Qiaoen people wanted.
Zuzi blinked: "Huh, the Ancestor can't wear a skirt?"
"Yeah, Ancestor Sister, it's not appropriate for this occasion!"
"Zuzi... it's too late!"
As the odd comments from some students at the Medical College attracted the instructor over, Wu Qianman and Xi Rubao were even more frantic.
What could they do to cover Zuzi's white skirt in one second?
Just as their hearts were tightly clenched, the young instructor marched over to them and asked with a frown, "What's the problem this time?!"
"This girl is training in civilian clothes!"
"My sister didn't do it on purpose!"
The voices from both sides almost chimed in unison.
