The setting sun cast a caramel-colored glow on the transparent glass of the venue, and the red clouds outside were as brilliant as brocade.
Finnegan Xue and Xiao Long walked around the huge gym. There were not many people in the gym at this time. The training had ended and only the incandescent lights in the equipment room were still on.
The man and the dragon looked at each other and walked towards the equipment room.
They saw Asher Mo in middle school. Perhaps because he was only in the first grade, his poor family did not provide him with sufficient nutrition, so naturally, this child still did not grow tall. He was not much different from the image they saw in the noodle shop. Asher Mo's thin body was wrapped in a sack-like school uniform, with dirty black hair hanging on his cheeks, and a ghost-like, inconspicuous little ghost head.
The little brat Asher Mo had his back to them, sitting cross-legged on the ground, sorting out the badmintons that his classmates had used.
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