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"Have you had your breakfast yet?"

"I did. What about you?"

"Me too. What did you have?"

"Ramen. What about you?"

"…"

A gentle breeze billowed. The branches of the willow tree in the greenbelt of the Martial Arts Department (MAD) swayed in its wake as Jiang He and Wang Siyu stood next to each other beneath it. After an awkward exchange, a silence followed.

When their gazes met seconds later, they could not help laughing, amused by their exchange.

Studying Wang Siyu, Jiang He smiled. "Well done. Your qi is almost rank two now… it seems you have been hard at work with your cultivation."

"Wasn't really cultivating, actually…"

Chagrined, Wang Siyu replied. "Didn't you give me those rank-six Feral Wolf meat? I've been having it every day, and work out a little afterwards so I wouldn't get fat… and this is how I ended up."

Jiang He understood then.