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Bai Lian nodded.

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, concealing the emotions at the bottom of her eyes, "Come see me at the same time next week. Then, replace the sandbag with a two-pound iron ball."

Mao Kun dragged his heavy steps back.

When Bai Lian returned, it was already eleven o'clock. Unlike usual, when she would have been solving practice questions, today she did not. Instead, she opened Qiandu and searched for "Taekwondo."

There were many videos online.

There were also lots of promotional ads for training centers, and she repeatedly watched videos of Taekwondo.

Some from a certain country, quite showy with flashy moves but of little practical use.

Is this what many people are learning now?

Bai Lian looked up, gazing quietly out the window.

A room, a person, a bright moon.

A message suddenly popped up at the top of her phone; it was from the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp app she had logged into earlier.