Their after-school sparring sessions behind the school building had long become a familiar game, but this time things didn't go quite according to script. Xinyu waited for just a split second, feigning exhaustion and pretending to give up, only to pull off a swift, deceptive feint. The strike landed clean and unexpected—Kenho lost his balance and fell heavily, left sitting on the ground with his back propped against the cold stone wall. Catching his breath, he tried to get his bearings, but all he could see right in front of his eyes were her knees. Before he could fully recover, Xinyu fluidly dropped into a crouch right before him. In an instant, the dynamic shifted: her face was now mere centimeters from his lips, her warm breath distinctly noticeable for a simple friendly brawl. Xinyu slowly raised her hand and softly, gently placed her palm against his cheek, her fingers caressing his cool skin.