The sudden appearance of two outsiders was, of course, noticed by the trainees, but they didn’t beco distracted and continued to spar earnestly.
The team leader, who was watching the boys train, just glanced at Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson without saying much.
If these two could enter, it ant there were arrangents from above. He wasn’t that curious.
"So impressive." Sophie Wilson stood in a spot where she wouldn’t disturb the training, clicking her tongue in admiration.
"Yes." Charles Seymour looked at the familiar scene before him, feeling nostalgic as distant mories vividly resurfaced in his mind.
He had thought those mories were long forgotten, but it turned out they were buried deep in his mory, and with a slight trigger, everything ca back to him as if it were yesterday.
"Look at those muscles, those arms, that chest, those abs..." Sophie Wilson marveled. The muscles were bulging, clearly full of strength—this was the perfect combination of power and beauty, this was... hey, hey...
Sophie Wilson was watching intently when suddenly Charles Seymour stood directly in front of her, blocking her view completely. She could see nothing.
Sophie Wilson looked up, dissatisfied, staring at Charles Seymour: "You’re in my way."
Charles Seymour replied in a flat, unwavering tone, "Oh."
After speaking, he didn’t move a muscle, continuing to block Sophie Wilson’s view entirely.
"Hey." Sophie Wilson reached out with her index finger, poking soone’s chest, "Standing here, I can’t see."
Can you be more considerate?
It was her first ti seeing so many handso guys training up close.
So impressive!
The visual impact was overwhelming!
Despite the dust flying around, it couldn’t conceal the overwhelming masculine appeal of those perfect bodies.
With intense exercise, shimring sweat rolled down, tracing perfect arcs along the beautiful muscle lines... The scene was truly thrilling, with exciting screams swirling in the chest, clamoring like a beast breaking free ready to charge.
Charles Seymour looked down at Sophie Wilson, whose cheeks were flushed with excitent, and his eyes quickly darkened as a storm rapidly ford in his ink-black eyes, as dark as the night.
Charles Seymour suddenly turned and walked towards the team leader: "I want to spar with your people."
The team leader was shocked; was this person alright?
An outsider wanting to spar with his people?
Just as the team leader was about to decline, a female voice sounded from the side: "Let him."
The team leader turned to see who had spoken and imdiately kept quiet, obeying.
The team leader quickly ran over to the training ground to talk to the trainees.
"Charles Seymour, it’s their honor to be instructed by you," Mia Cole intently stared at Charles Seymour, speaking earnestly.
Sophie Wilson quickly walked over and asked Charles Seymour, "What’s going on?"
Did he encounter old friends?
"Miss Wilson, we et again." Mia Cole turned her head and smiled at Sophie Wilson, looking dashing and confident.
"Ah, you’re the captain from the mountains!" Sophie Wilson suddenly realized, looking at Mia Cole with a smile.
Back then, their faces were sared with paint, making it difficult to see their features, but judging by the figure and voice, Sophie Wilson could still discern who they were.
"Miss Wilson, you have a great mory." Mia Cole was quite surprised that Sophie Wilson could recognize her at a glance.
Can an ordinary person have such a keen recognition ability after just one eting?
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