“You came.” “I came.” “You shouldn’t have come.” “But I came anyway.” An Xia walked forward slowly until he stood before Lang Ning, the two of them locking eyes. The sounds of breathing around them seemed to soften. As the freshmen watched the two of them face each other once more, a wordless cry rose in all their hearts. Fight! Fight! Under everyone’s eager gaze, Lang Ning’s expression turned solemn, as though he were about to deliver some earth-shaking declaration. Instead, he said, “Let me recover for a bit?” “All right.” An Xia agreed. He needed a moment too. After finishing in the restroom, his legs were still numb from squatting too long, and he had rushed all the way…