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While Xia Yao was in training, Xuan Da Yu stood to one side watching, a cigarette between his lips. He whistled and clapped each time Xia Yao showed off a precise kick. And everyone that happens, Xia Yao would glance in his direction as their gaze interacts with a mutual understanding of humor.
When break time rolled around, Xuan Da Yu handed Xia Yao a towel while they sat chatting to each other. Xia Yao's mood was extremely good, he spoke with such enthusiasm that his hands and facial expression altered nonstop. It was like that ten minute break was not enough for him to truly express all of his thoughts, because each time the instructor's whistle sounded, Xia Yao would brush off his pants, stand up, and then can't help but turn back for a few more words.
Yuan Zong discovered that Xia Yao's personality was particularly varied.
Towards those he likes, Xia Yao can talk about almost anything; on the other hand, with those he dislikes, he can be as cold as ice. Luckily, Yuan Zong belonged in between, Xia Yao's attitude towards him was not hatred but neither liking, neither hot nor cold, neither bitter nor sweet. It was this kind of reaction that made Yuan Zong feel like he was being bitten by a thousand ants.
