Score a Lucky Hit

"Your got longer!" Zhao Yu helped Miao Ying to her feet and wiped her tears away, while he held her hand tightly.

"How many times have I told you to not neglect your practice?" Miao Ying started lecturing, "Look how much you have you fallen behind! I only seized ahold of your neck earlier, but what if I had stabbed you with a knife?"

"Mm..." Zhao Yu quickly pointed at the mask and replied, "Your taste is getting worse. Why did you wear a Maori mask? The contrast is too striking. Actually, I knew it was you all along!"

"You're just trying to change the subject!" Miao Ying wiped away her tears and complained, "Ever since I left, you've never gone for training, right? Look how weak you have become! You're still using those same old moves! How can I not worry about you?"

"You're the one who is changing the subject! I defeated you in the end, right?" Zhao Yu protested.