The next morning, inside the hotel where the Pine Soul Soul Martial students were staying.
From the bathroom of one of the rooms, a strange singing voice drifted out: "The cool breeze gently blows, quietly slips into my collar, summer has stolen away without a sound~"
In the living room, Rong Taotao was on his phone, busy arguing with trolls on Weibo. Hearing the bizarre singing, his own expression turned just as odd, and he craned his neck to peek toward the bathroom.
'Good grief, this butchered Cantonese... you could probably buy ten pounds of it for two bucks!'
Inside the bathroom, Xia Fangran was clearly in a fantastic mood. He groomed his thick, side-parted hair while looking in the mirror, turned from side to side, and then walked out humming a tune, looking pleased with himself.
Noticing Rong Taotao's peculiar stare, Xia Fangran chuckled. "You've got a good eye, kid! So? What do you think? Pretty sharp, huh?"
