"Yeah, exactly!" Jiao Tengda said with a nod. "The small woods north of the Martial Arts Hall—that's the place you and Wei often go to practice calligraphy. It's usually empty and really quiet. How about we build a bonfire there?
The weather's great today—no wind or snow. We can bring some snacks, play a few games, and just chat."
The scene Jiao Tengda painted sounded wonderful. Rong Taotao nodded. "Sure, I'm in."
Jiao Tengda chuckled. "It's not enough for you to just show up. The two of us came looking for you mainly because we want you to tell some stories."
Rong Taotao said, "I'm not much of a storyteller..."
Jiao Tengda said, "Just tell us about your personal experiences. Talk about the Outer League and the National Tournament. That'll be great motivation for the rest of us students.
The others and I have already talked it over. We want to use this opportunity to encourage Sun Xingyu.
