Reese turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "What could happen between the two of them?"

"A lot can happen! We can eat together, watch movies together, sleep together, and even make love together!" Carlo said seriously.

"idiot."

"If you don't believe me, look!"

At this time, Ewing turned over the back of Nie Chuan's collar. From this angle, Ewing could clearly see Nie Chuan's entire back.

"Alan! You are so stupid! Your T-shirt is worn inside out!" Ewing held his stomach and laughed.

"Impossible!" Nie Chuan lowered his head and found that all the stitches were outside. "Huh? It's really reversed... Next time I'll buy a T-shirt with patterns. These solid colors are the most troublesome!"

"What's the trouble? You must have closed your eyes when you got up this morning and put on your clothes! Hurry and change back! You've embarrassed yourself!"

Nie Chuan laughed and took off his T-shirt in a few seconds facing Ewing, then turned it over and put it on quickly.

Carlo touched his chin regretfully and said, "Why wasn't I the one who noticed that Alan's T-shirt was on backwards?"

"Idiot." Reese said coldly and left.

The next morning, when Nie Chuan was doing morning exercises with Reese, he could always feel an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere.

Of course, Reese was a man of few words, but Nie Chuan felt that it was not just a matter of few words, but also that he rarely responded.

In the past, Reese would occasionally pat his shoulder to indicate that he should speed up, or after running to the front, he would slow down and turn around to see if Nie Chuan was slacking off. Sometimes Nie Chuan would wonder if Reese's eyes were on the back of his head, otherwise how could he always catch him when he was slacking off?

But today, Reese didn't even look at him.

Nie Chuan felt like he had Stockholm syndrome. Reese no longer looked at him so closely, and he felt uncomfortable instead!

After the morning exercise, Reese came to the place where they put water and towels by the track and found some baked cookies there. I don't know which female classmate who loves Reese contributed them.

Nie Chuan knew that Reese was not interested in sweet things, so he just wanted to make something to talk about, so he held up the biscuits and said, "Hey, Reese, open it and eat it?"

"Eat it yourself if you want." Reese put the towel over his shoulders and turned away.

Nie Chuan quickly chased after him and held a cranberry cookie to Reese's lips: "Then have one! Others made it for you out of kindness, and you haven't even tasted a bite..."

Reese's eyes swept over, and Nie Chuan felt the pressure. He was about to take his hand back, but Reese's chin actually lowered slightly.

Are you willing to try a piece?

Nie Chuan happily passed the biscuit over. Reese opened his lips and bit hard on the place where Nie Chuan pinched his finger. Nie Chuan's finger was almost bitten off by him.

"Ah!" Nie Chuan pulled his hand back abruptly, and biscuit crumbs scattered all over the floor.

Reese turned around and walked away in style.

How did I offend you? Even if you don’t use Chinese, you can tell me in English!

Nie Chuan lowered his head and looked at his fingers. Reese's teeth marks were clearly visible. How much must one hate him to bite him like this!

This weekend, Coach Gordon coached Reese and Ewing. Of course, Nie Chuan and Carlo also went.

When Reese and Ewing were facing each other one-on-one under the basket, Ewing could clearly feel the cold and stern aura released by Reese.

Although he had practiced with Nie Chuan for a long time, and Ewing's left and right cuts were more diverse than before, Reese completely suppressed Ewing with his speed and strength. Reese completely controlled the rhythm on the court and restricted Ewing's range of movement.

Ewing was suppressed by Reese to the point where he almost lost his patience and nearly committed fouls several times.

"Why do I feel like Reese is unhappy today?" Carlo scratched his head and looked at Ewing's profile with sympathy.

"Is he just unhappy today? I thought he has been unhappy for a long time." Nie Chuan muttered in Chinese.

"Huh? Alan? What did you say?"

Just as Carlo asked back, Ewing faked past Reese. Carlo clenched his fists and said, "Good job!"

But Nie Chuan frowned. Even he could react to that fake move, so how could Reese not recognize it?

Sure enough, as soon as Ewing jumped, Reese took action.

"Don't shoot the ball—"

As soon as Nie Chuan shouted, Reese came out like a sharp sword from its sheath, with amazing momentum. His jumping height completely blocked Ewing's shooting angle and he slammed the ball down.

Ewing fell to the ground, propped up his upper body and looked at Reese with wide eyes.

He instantly realized that Reese had seen through his fake move. Reese was waiting for the moment when he shot, in order to block him completely!

Ewing wanted to ask Reese, what is the conflict between us? But then he thought that it was all because he was not as skilled as others, so there was nothing to complain about. He could only pat his back and stand up.

Coach Gordon clapped his hands and came to Ewing: "Ewing, you have the highest three-point shooting percentage on the team, but you can't passively wait for the opportunity to shoot on the court."

"I understand, Coach." Ewing lowered his head.

Coach Gordon nodded and continued, "So during this practice with Reese, I saw your progress. Your passing skills have become more diverse and mobile. With more practice, you will be more flexible on the court."

"Yes, coach." After receiving the affirmation, Ewing gave Nie Chuan a thumbs up.

Nie Chuan also laughed.

Carlo suggested that everyone go eat Mexican food together, and Ewing agreed with both hands. When Nie Chuan looked at Reese, Reese just said "I have something to do" and turned away.

"What happened to Reese?" Ewing asked puzzledly.

Coach Gordon smiled and stroked his chin, then said in a very serious but definitely non-serious manner: "Probably... the rebellion and troubles of adolescence?"

Everyone: “…”

Reese's cold attitude continued until the next Tuesday afternoon, when Nie Chuan followed Reese to the gym to practice as usual.

Since the last match with CBU, Coach Gordon has strengthened Nie Chuan's back and waist strength training in his training plan.

Nie Chuan asked Reese, what role will these two parts play after their powers are strengthened?

Reese asked back: "Don't you want to practice aerial changes and K? Strengthening the waist is to maintain balance in the air."

"Then can I also learn the pull-up layup?" Nie Chuan asked expectantly.

Reese raised the corner of his lips and looked at Nie Chuan teasingly: "You can't even walk yet, and you want to learn to fly?"

“…”

Even though it was a big blow, this is normal for Reese!

Instead of being like now, where he is right next to me but I can't give any guidance.

Instructive satire is also fine!

The day's training was over. Nie Chuan, carrying his sports bag, called Ewing and the two agreed to practice in the evening.

"Do you want to order pizza for a midnight snack?" Ewing, a foodie, did not forget to talk about food even at the end of the call.

"Eh? Okay, okay! I want double cheese!"

“And beef!”

"Yes! Yes!"

These days, he has to complete training with Reese and work with Ewing. Nie Chuan finds that he is getting hungrier and hungrier.

Thinking of the delicious pizza, his saliva overflowed to the tip of his tongue. When Nie Chuan turned around, he met Reese's cold gaze and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"Cough cough cough!" Nie Chuan started coughing.

"Alan, what's wrong with you?"

"it's okay no problem!"

Nie Chuan hung up the phone and just as he walked to Reese's side, Reese said, "I have something to do. You go back to school first."

"Ah?" Nie Chuan's face looked a little bitter.

I'm used to riding in Reese's car, and now I have to take the bus back to school by myself, which sounds a bit disappointing.

Just as Nie Chuan was about to say something, Reese had already walked out of the gym with his bag on his back.

The result of this incident was that Nie Chuan felt a little bored while sitting on the bus, so he took a nap leaning against the window.

When he woke up, he found it was already dark and there were several calls from Ewing on his cell phone.

As soon as I called back, I heard Ewing yelling, "Alan! Where have you been?"

"I missed my stop. I'm sorry!"

"Overslept at your stop? Reese didn't bring you back?"

"No, he said he had something to do, so I took the bus back!"

"But...I seemed to have seen Reese at school just now!"

"ah?"

Nie Chuan was dumbfounded. If Reese was going back to school anyway, why did he say he had something to do?

"Forget it! Come back soon, I'm waiting for you!"

“Don’t forget to order pizza!”

“I’ll never forget to order pizza even if I forget you!”

That night, Nie Chuan and Ewing practiced until the lights in the basketball court were turned off.

When he returned to the dormitory, Nie Chuan saw Zhou Bin talking to his girlfriend on the phone as usual. His girlfriend seemed to be crying, and Zhou Bin kept his voice down to comfort her.

Alas, this is the trouble with women.

Nie Chuan imagined that if his girlfriend cried, he would not know what to do at all. How could he comfort and persuade her from all different angles like Zhou Bin did?

By the time Zhou Bin hung up the phone, Nie Chuan was already lying on the bed ready to sleep.

"Hey, Zhou Bin, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"What are you discussing? Did you confess to a girl again without my advice and get rejected?" Zhou Bin sighed helplessly. He already knew Nie Chuan's shortcomings well.

“…It’s not about girls.”

"If it's not about girls, I won't accept your consultation." Zhou Bin answered straightforwardly.

Nie Chuan almost threw the teacup on the bedside table and hit Zhou Bin in the face.

"It's about Reese! I feel like he's angry with me!" Nie Chuan said seriously.

"Oh, Reese finally can't stand your low IQ anymore? I admire him for being able to endure until this moment." Zhou Bin drew a cross on his chest.

"Fuck you! I'm serious!"

"Okay, what happened?"

"I didn't speak to him more than three sentences today!" Nie Chuan pointed his finger.

Zhou Bin showed a helpless expression: "I have never heard of anyone in the whole school who can talk to him more than three sentences in one day."

This is why, although Reese is far superior to Carlo in terms of looks and temperament, so many girls want to be Carlo's girlfriend and only admire Reese from afar.

"No! When we practice together, he always gives us guidance and comments!"

Let alone three sentences, ten sentences are absolutely necessary!

Zhou Bin smiled: "Achuan, do you know what you look like now?"

"like what?"

"You were originally spoiled by your boyfriend, but suddenly he was in a bad mood or distracted by something, so he stopped spoiling you, and you became anxious and worried!"

"Huh? What kind of metaphor is this!" Nie Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his chin supported, almost fell off the bed.

"Okay, okay, I won't make fun of you anymore. You don't have a very good brain, and Reese is the kind of person who doesn't speak out his thoughts. In this case, you should find a chance to ask clearly! Even if it's an ordinary friend, if the other person is in a bad mood, you should ask, right?"

"Yeah, that's true." Nie Chuan nodded, "Then how should I ask?"

Zhou Bin was stunned for a moment, revealing an expression that said, "You are hopeless." "You can ask him advanced math questions, or ask him to go to the game with you, and then find a chance to ask him, 'Hey, Reese, you seem a little unhappy recently, can you tell me about it?' It's that simple! Otherwise, why don't you buy flowers and red wine to go and see him?"

"Um... let's find some difficult math problems and ask him."

The next night, after playing basketball with Ewing, Nie Chuan really collected a few advanced math problems and came to Reese's door. He took a breath and wondered if Reese would sit on the sofa again, holding a coffee cup and looking at his shadow through the crack of the door?

Nie Chuan knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He knocked again, but still no one answered.

That doesn't make sense. Reese shouldn't still be in the library at this time.

In the shower?

Nie Chuan put his ear to the door, but there was no sound of water, and no movement in the room at all.

At this moment, someone passed by Reese's door and looked at Nie Chuan with a suspicious expression.

Nie Chuan quickly retracted his head.

It's really so embarrassing!

At this time, Reese was sitting by the window in the school's Chinese restaurant. Opposite him sat a short-haired woman in a suit with a capable temperament.

"It seems like you just returned to New York a while ago. Why don't you come home to visit and have dinner with dad?"

"Isn't Dad busy with a case?"

The woman lowered her head and smiled: "That's right. CBU is obviously an Ivy League school, but you refused to go and insisted on coming here. You just don't want to stay close to him, right?"

"I respect him very much, but we all have our own lives." Reese's expression was indifferent.

"Hey, can you please not talk to me with that expression? It's not cute at all. I'm your sister! When you were in elementary school and got into a fight, I was the one who pretended to be your mother and called the teacher!"

"Okay Vivian, it's getting late now, shouldn't you go back to the hotel? Thank you for taking a detour to see me."

Vivian reluctantly took out a small box from her bag: "The last time I went to Switzerland, you asked me to bring you chocolates."

"Thank you." Reese's hand just pressed on the box, but Vivian took the box back.

"This shouldn't be for you. Chocolate is my hobby, not yours, since I was a kid."

“It’s for someone else.”

At this time, Reese's mobile phone on the table rang, and a photo flashed on the screen. A black-haired young man was squatting on the side of the road with his hands in his pockets, blowing back the bubbles blown by a little girl. The name displayed was a two-character Chinese name.

Vivian was about to take Reese's phone to check, but Reese covered the screen with his palm, then answered the call and replied in Chinese: "Hello."

"Um, Reese, where have you been?"

"Are you at the door of my room?"

"Ah, yes. I have a few advanced math questions to ask you." Nie Chuan said this with a guilty conscience, "But if you're not here, I'll go back to the dormitory!"

"I'm heading back now."

Reese had stood up, leaned down and kissed the side of Vivian's face, then mouthed "bye", tucked the chocolate under his arm, and walked out.

Vivian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, holding her forehead.

When Reese walked to the door of the room, he saw Nie Chuan squatting in front of the door playing games on his mobile phone with a focused expression on his face.

"Hey, I'm back."

Nie Chuan raised his eyes and saw Reese, who hurriedly stood up. Reese opened the door, placed a box on the corner of the coffee table, and took off his coat slowly, revealing his beautiful shoulders: "What's the topic?"

"Here!" Nie Chuan opened the paper in his pocket and spread it on the table.

Reese lowered his head to take a look, then pointed at two of them and said, "I have taught you these two."

Nie Chuan's shoulders stiffened, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Can you help me comb my hair again?" You have to be thick-skinned at this time!

He said that the two questions looked familiar, and that with his IQ, he seemed able to solve them.

Reese didn't say much, took out a pen, and waved to Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan quickly sat down next to him and lowered his head to listen carefully.

These questions were quickly explained. Nie Chuan, who originally had a special purpose in mind, became serious because of Reese's very rational voice and even took some notes.

"Anything else?" Reese asked.

"...No...no more." Nie Chuan shook his head.

No, I was just wondering why you were mad at me!

"Then go back early." Reese raised his chin and his eyes fell on the box on the corner of the table. "Take that chocolate."

"Ah? Thank you!"

Nie Chuan picked up the box. According to his experience, the smaller the box, the fewer chocolates there were inside, the more valuable and the better they tasted!

Reese gave him chocolate, but she wasn't angry with him at all. Was he just overthinking it?

Maybe just like girls are unhappy for a few days every month, Reese is unhappy too?

Nie Chuan walked to the door with the chocolate and found that Reese was still sitting there, with no intention of getting up.

Sure enough...something is still wrong, right?

If it were any other time, Reese would have just said "Close the door" and even walked him back to the dormitory.

If there are any problems between men, it’s better to solve them directly, right?

Nie Chuan took a deep breath, turned around, and mustered up the courage to speak: "Um, Reese...what's wrong with you recently? Is there anything unhappy? I feel like you don't want to talk to me."

After speaking in one breath, Nie Chuan's heart beat rapidly.

Would Reese say, "It's none of your business" or "What are you thinking about?"

But after a few seconds, Reese showed no intention of speaking, and Nie Chuan felt embarrassed.

"Okay, I won't disturb your sleep."

Nie Chuan was a little depressed. He felt that Reese, who accompanied him around New York, should at least be closer to him...

Just as Nie Chuan touched the door handle, Reese finally spoke.

"Nie Chuan, do you know what I like?"

Nie Chuan was stunned. Two seconds later, he tentatively answered, "Basketball?"

"Besides that. Like, what color do I like?"

Why are you asking this suddenly?

Nie Chuan raised his head and thought about it, and the image of what Reese usually wore in class emerged in his mind.

"Gray? Khaki or black?"

The colors Reese likes are low-key, perhaps dull, but Reese always makes them look elegant.

"What do I like to eat?" Reese asked again.

Nie Chuan suddenly couldn't keep up with Reese's thinking rhythm. But according to his experience, he must tell the truth in front of Reese.

"I don't know what you like to eat, but I know what you don't like to eat..."

"So what don't I like to eat?"

"Too sweet. Actually, you don't like cake or chocolate or anything like that."

Nie Chuan recalled that when they ate together in a Cantonese tea restaurant, Reese never ate double skin milk or barbecued pork buns, and he had never seen him eat cake or chocolate.

"And if you like something more original, something with fresh ingredients."

"So what kind of sneakers do I like?"

"Jordan."

“What movies do I like?”

"Spielberg?" Nie Chuan was not sure if this classification was correct.

Because War Horse is on the CD shelf in Reese's room.

"What about Ewing? Do you know what Ewing likes to eat?"

Why did the topic turn to Ewing again?

"He... there's nothing he doesn't like to eat..."

"What color does he like?"

"……I have no idea……"

How could he care about what color Ewing liked? This is weird!

"What brand are his sneakers?"

Nie Chuan tilted his head and thought for a moment: "It's Jordan too, right?"

"It's Adi."

"oh……"

Does it matter?

"What movies does he like?"

“…”

Nie Chuan shook his head.

I guess given Ewing's taste, it would be either "Minions" or "Cars", right?

"Then do you know what kind of person I like?"

When Reese asked this question, his voice was slow, as if to give Nie Chuan enough time to think.

Nie Chuan only felt that countless nerves in his brain were provoked by the other party's voice, and then broke one by one.

He shook his head.

What kind of person does Reese like?

It's not like Nie Chuan and Carlo had not discussed this half-jokingly in private.

"You really don't know?" Reese asked again.

Nie Chuan felt as if a feather was sliding across his heart, and his whole body was lifted up.

"Cate Blanchett?"

Nie Chuan thinks that men who know how to appreciate Cate Blanchett are very tasteful.

Reese shook his head, stood up and walked towards Nie Chuan.

"The kind of person I like may seem a little lazy and unreliable, but when he knows what his goal is, he will always persevere to the end."

Nie Chuan subconsciously took a step back.

"The kind of people I like can always get back on track with a little encouragement after every failure, and do even better the next time."

Reese leaned down slightly and looked into Nie Chuan's eyes.

Nie Chuan stepped back again, his back already pressed against the door.

"The person I like, when others think he can only do this much, he exceeds everyone's expectations."

Reese moved closer again, his hand slipping between Nie Chuan's arm and body and covering the door handle.

Nie Chuan had the illusion that he was being hugged by the other party.

"Do you like Ewing?"

This question completely stunned Nie Chuan. Nie Chuan realized that today's topic would eventually revolve around Ewing!

"I... I really like playing basketball with Ewing, and eating and drinking..."

"So you guys are just playing basketball?" Reese's voice rose slightly, and Nie Chuan felt something scratching his heart when he heard it.

"Yeah! I practiced with Ewing, and then Ewing practiced with me shooting from the three-point line! Now I can make five out of ten shots!"

"So you prefer being with Ewing than practicing with me?"

"That's different!" Nie Chuan blurted out, and then didn't know how to continue.

"What's the difference?"

Nie Chuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

But Reese maintained that posture, waiting for Nie Chuan patiently.

"Ewing... he also has his own troubles. He also wants to become stronger and become a strong support for the team. And I am his teammate, I need to bring out his strengths, right? So I should practice with him to make DK's outside line more solid, right?"

"What about me?"

"You are my target!"

If he said this normally, Nie Chuan would feel that he was being arrogant. But at this moment, he wondered why he was so tough!

Reese looked at him, and his expressionless face seemed to have a hint of warmth.

Then Nie Chuan heard the sound of the door lock turning, and Reese said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"I...I can go back by myself!"

"Didn't you watch the news at school? A student was robbed on the way back from evening study."

That's a female student!

And I didn’t have any money with me!

"If you don't want me to send you off, forget it."

"Ah! No, no!" Nie Chuan quickly shook his hand.

Just because Reese was willing to walk him back to the dormitory, did that mean he was no longer angry with him?

The two walked one after the other on the path. It was already very late and occasionally a few students passed by.

Nie Chuan looked at Reese's back, but the words Reese had said kept replaying in his mind.

He is persistent, not afraid of failure, and always able to exceed other people's expectations. The person Reese likes is really outstanding!

But it’s hard to find such people, right?

Wait, Reese used "he" instead of "she"?

So the so-called "like" does not mean "like", but "appreciate"?

In the evening, when Nie Chuan returned to the room, Zhou Bin was searching for some information on the Internet.

"How is it? Have you resolved the problem between you and Reese?" Zhou Bin asked.

"It's okay... I don't think he's mad at me anymore."

"That's good. You definitely can't have me as your only friend here. If I'm not around and you start acting silly again, someone has to correct you."

"Hey! Dabin!"

Zhou Bin smiled and said, "Alas, every time I'm with you and Mao Xian, I feel a strong sense of superiority in intelligence."

Nie Chuan automatically skipped over Zhou Bin's words.

"Hey Dabin, does the English word 'like' also mean 'appreciate'?"

"Like means to be pleased with, which means to have a favorable impression."

"Oh. So if I like someone and want her to be my girlfriend, can I also use like?"

"Let's use love?" Zhou Bin suddenly realized, "Who did you confess to again?"

"No!" Nie Chuan quickly denied.

"Well, even if you want to confess, you should use a more classy way of saying it."

"What?"

"I'm crazy about you."

Nie Chuan showed a disappointed expression: "That's it? Can it increase the chances of my confession being successful?"

Zhou Bin shook his finger and said, "It can increase your failure rate. Girls will probably just say you are crazy."

Nie Chuan completely gave up communicating with Zhou Bin and went into the bathroom.

So what Reese said to him was about what kind of person he hoped Nie Chuan would become?

While Nie Chuan was taking a shower, he heard Zhou Bin yelling, "Ah Chuan! Who gave you this chocolate? It's very expensive and delicious! Can you give it to me?"

Nie Chuan rushed out of the bathroom: "You can't give me that chocolate!"

Zhou Bin looked at him in astonishment: "Achuan, do you really need to do this? I'm not going to kill you!"

"You'll kill me if you take it!"

How many times can I eat this in my lifetime?

"Could it be that Celine gave it to you? Your baby is in this state? You ate it and then said that you have to contribute it to the toilet?"

"It wasn't given by Serin." Nie Chuan said.

"Who is that?"

"Reese."

Zhou Bin was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Ah, then I don't want it, you can eat it all."

Sure enough, bringing up Reese's name is still very intimidating.

Nie Chuan returned to the bathroom and took a bath with peace of mind.

Lying on the bed, thinking carefully, Nie Chuan suddenly wondered what the conflict was between him and Reese.

It seems like there is no contradiction at all!

Alas - Reese's heart is a needle in the sea!

Early the next morning, Zhou Bin just called Nie Chuan once and he got up.

"Wow, Achuan, the sun is rising from the west!"

The first thing Nie Chuan did when he got up was not to rush to the bathroom to relieve himself, but to go to the window and look down. Sure enough, the familiar figure was leaning against the mailbox, reading the morning news on his phone.

Reese came to wait for him to go to morning training together! So things between him and Reese were back to normal!

Nie Chuan ran into the bathroom happily, humming a song while brushing his teeth, put on a towel and water, and rushed downstairs.

Who knew that as soon as he got in front of Reese, the other party threw something at him.

Fortunately, Nie Chuan reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would have definitely gotten a nosebleed.

"Eh? Why is it a lead block?"

"Didn't you read the training plan that the coach sent to your email?"

"Oh..." Nie Chuan just remembered.

"To maximize your limited training time, weights are a great way to increase your wrist strength when dribbling and your leg strength."

Nie Chuan stuffed the invisible lead block into the wrist guard and fixed it on his ankle, then jumped and did a few dribbling movements.

“It seems like there’s nothing obvious.”

Nie Chuan looked at Reese suspiciously. Did the other party look down on him and so didn't add too much weight?

Reese just smiled slightly.

The 3,000-meter morning exercise was a piece of cake for Nie Chuan. After running 3,000 meters, Nie Chuan could also complete the required number of push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups.

But today, he could feel that his body was a little heavy after running 3,000 meters. It seemed that the lead weight added to his body was effective.

Nie Chuan was lying on the grass on the inside of the track. Reese knelt on one knee and held Nie Chuan's ankle. Nie Chuan began to do sit-ups for the day.

While doing sit-ups, Nie Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Reese, do you have lead on your body too?"

"Of course."

"How much do you weigh?"

"Three times yours."

"Do you feel tired after exercising?"

"Won't."

"oh."

He doesn’t feel tired even with three times the weight. It’s Reese’s monstrous physique.

Nie Chuan suddenly thought of something: "Wait! So every time you practice one-on-one with me, do you also bring lead weights?"

"Of course." Reese answered so naturally.