An Ning quickly arrived at the studio and stood on the training ground.
The intense sunlight beat down, making it hard to keep one's eyes open.
An Ning stood at attention. "Director."
The director glanced at An Ning, his brow furrowing slightly. He said nothing and simply ordered, "Attention."
An Ning stood at attention, head held high, chest out, stomach in—a perfect standard military posture.
The director approached An Ning without speaking, then circled around her.
An Ning maintained her tense stance, not moving a muscle.
She felt she had performed quite well, but did not understand why she could sense the director's displeasure.
Especially as the director's frown deepened and his gaze grew increasingly scrutinizing. "Do you think you are a female soldier now?"
"Yes," An Ning answered loudly.