333: Chapter 313 Yoona: I will definitely kill you!

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7:30 AM, Training Base.

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The mist in the mountains hadn't completely dissipated yet, and crystal-clear dewdrops hung from the leaves of the pine forest. The sandy ground of the training field was dyed a faint gold by the morning light, and the air was filled with the scent of damp earth and green grass.

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However, all of this serene atmosphere was completely shattered by the person standing in the center of the training field.

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Im Yoona.

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She was still wearing her black training gear today, her hair tied in a neat high ponytail, with faint dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep. But those eyes—those originally clear and gentle doe eyes—were currently burning with a raging fire.

No, it wasn't fire.

It was killing intent.

Naked, undisguised killing intent, as if she were about to pounce and bite someone's neck off in the next second.

She stood in the middle of the training field, doing warm-up stretches, every movement carrying an almost violent force. When she pressed her legs, her knees made a soft "crack," and when she twisted her torso, her waist and abdominal muscles tightened like a fully drawn bow. Even the simplest neck rotation carried a fierce intensity that said, "I'm going to snap something."

Park Hae-soo and Kim Seo-woo had already arrived; the two stood at the edge of the training field, exchanging a subtle glance.

"Yoona-ssi is... not in the right state today," Kim Seo-woo whispered.

Park Hae-soo rubbed his chin, his expression serious. "Heavy killing intent. Did she not sleep well last night?"

"Looking at those dark circles, probably."

"But..." Park Hae-soo paused, "this state is actually quite suitable for playing a Mercenary."

As the two were whispering, the door on the other side of the training field opened.

Jiang Zhiyu walked in.

He was still wearing that dark grey training suit today, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the smooth lines of his forearms. His hair looked freshly washed, still a bit damp, and he looked as refreshing as the first ray of morning sunlight.

He held a tablet in his hand, looking down at something as he walked.

Then, he looked up, his gaze scanning the training field.

The moment he touched upon Im Yoona, he stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Zhiyu stood where he was, watching Im Yoona for a few seconds.

Then, he walked over.

Im Yoona was doing her final high-knee warm-ups, each kick high and fierce, as if an invisible enemy in front of her was being ruthlessly trampled.

Jiang Zhiyu walked up to her and stopped at a distance of one meter.

"Noona."

His voice was very calm.

Im Yoona stopped her movements and looked up at him.

In that instant, the killing intent in her eyes almost materialized, like two sharp knives stabbing straight forward.

Park Hae-soo sucked in a breath of cold air nearby.

Kim Seo-woo subconsciously took half a step back.

But Jiang Zhiyu—Jiang Zhiyu actually smiled.

It wasn't a polite smile, nor was it a chuckle because he found it funny.

It was a... surprised, appreciative smile, as if he had discovered some kind of treasure.

His eyes widened slightly, his gaze lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a clear arc.

"Noona today..." he began, his voice carrying a strange excitement, "although your spirit doesn't look great, and your dark circles are a bit heavy—lack of sleep, right?"

Im Yoona didn't speak, just glared at him with those murderous eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu took a step forward, closing the distance to half a meter.

His gaze was like a scanner, carefully scrutinizing Im Yoona's face inch by inch, her eyes, her expression, and that violent aura around her that had almost condensed into substance.

Then, he nodded and said with a tone of certainty:

"But your gaze really has the feel of Withe."

Pausing, he added:

"That intense killing intent is very good!"

His voice was full of sincere praise, as if he were complimenting a student for handing in a perfect assignment.

Im Yoona: "..."

The expression on her face underwent an extremely complex change in that instant.

First was anger—her killing intent spiked another level.

Then was bewilderment—what was he saying?

Followed by disbelief—he's actually praising me?

And finally...

Finally, it settled into an extremely stiff, teeth-gritting smile, as if she were about to pounce and bite someone in the next second.

Im Yoona took a deep breath, and then another.

Her fingers quietly clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

She forced herself to pull at the corners of her mouth, squeezing out a "smile" that looked worse than crying, her voice squeezing out from between her teeth word by word:

"Thank. You."

Each word carried the sound of grinding teeth.

Jiang Zhiyu seemed completely unaware of her killing intent; instead, he nodded with satisfaction: "It seems Noona is entering the state very quickly. Keep maintaining this emotion; it's very helpful for understanding Withe's psychology."

As he spoke, he turned and walked toward the center of the training field, clapping his hands:

"Alright, everyone gather round. Today we'll first review yesterday's grappling and escape techniques, and then start practicing..."

His voice was steady and professional, having completely entered coach mode.

Im Yoona stood where she was, watching his back, her chest heaving violently.

She hadn't slept all night!

Her head was filled with the shocking gossip about Kim Soo-yeon being a lesbian! And all those messy fantasies! And Jiang Zhiyu's sincere face saying "I believe in Noona"!

And now he was here praising her for having a "murderous gaze"?!

Yah, shibal! Jiang Zhiyu!!!

Im Yoona was screaming frantically inside:

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?! You're definitely doing this on purpose!

You clearly know why I'm so angry! You clearly know why I want to kill someone! And yet you're here praising me so seriously?!

On the surface, I have to act like nothing's wrong and even say "Thank you"?!

Shibal! Shibal! Shibal!!!

She kicked the sand beneath her feet hard, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Then she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

No.

I can't be like this.

She was in training now, preparing for a role, working.

Personal emotions cannot be brought into work.

Im Yoona closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was slightly calmer—though the killing intent deep within still remained.

She stepped toward the center of the training field and took her position.

Jiang Zhiyu was explaining the key points of the movements. Seeing her walk over, he gave her a slight nod.

That gaze was still gentle, encouraging, and professional.

As if that sentence about her "murderous gaze" was just the most ordinary instructional feedback.

Im Yoona looked at that clean, innocent face of his, at his clear and sincere eyes, at his serious manner as he explained the movements...

The fire of anger in her heart, instead of dissipating, burned even brighter.

But she couldn't say anything.

She couldn't do anything.

She could only grit her teeth and force herself to focus, listening to his explanations and following his demonstrations.

And Jiang Zhiyu, as he turned to demonstrate, the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely faint, almost invisible arc.

In that arc was hidden a trace of mischievousness from a successful prank.

And a trace of... affection that even he himself hadn't noticed.

The training began.

And today, every one of Im Yoona's movements carried an unprecedented ferocity.

As if what was in front of her wasn't a training sandbag, but a certain twenty-year-old bastard president surnamed Jiang who was skilled at torturing people with a sincere expression.

As he practiced, Park Hae-soo whispered to Kim Seo-woo:

"Yoona-ssi is... progressing at a godly speed today."

"Yeah," Kim Seo-woo wiped the sweat from her forehead, "that ferocity... even I'm starting to feel a bit scared."

The two looked toward the sideline at the same time. Jiang Zhiyu was focused on guiding Im Yoona to adjust the angle of her movements, his expression serious and his gaze gentle.

He seemed completely unaware that he might be cultivating an... "excellent actor" who would make a move on his life in the future.

Or rather, he was aware.

But he didn't care.

He even... seemed to be enjoying it.