Teachings with substance
編輯: Larbre Studio
It was a Monday on the first of September. The special training members had gathered, in the Songcheng University Martial Arts Dojo after two and a half months of hiatus.
It hadn't been long since they clinched the Inter-university Martial Arts Nationals. Having made decent improvements on their own during the summer break, everyone wore smiles on their excited faces.
"He Zi, did you face get rounder again?" asked the brash Wang Dali when he spotted his familiar teammate with a careless glance.
His buzz cut above his vicious features made him look like a man who just finished serving time.
He Zi stared daggers at him, her hands forming a contemptuous gesture.
"Why does it bother you that my face is round? Am I eating your rice or am I wearing your clothes? Don't make me transform you into a yaoi character by the end of this night!"