"Brother Yan, what are you planning to choose?" As soon as class ended, Xu Hao ran to Chen Yan's desk like a wild dog off its leash.
"I picked mine a long time ago."
"You already picked?" Xu Hao's eyes widened. "What did you choose? We've been together for so long—how did I not know?"
"Forging Master! I'm this strong, what else would I choose besides forging?" Chen Yan rolled his eyes. "And don't say things that could be misunderstood, or you'll get beaten up."
Xu Hao secretly glanced at Gu Yuena, who was quietly reading beside them, and sighed inwardly in relief. Thankfully, she probably hadn't heard.
He patted his nearly fleshless chest and let out a breath.
"Hey, that makes sense. Then Sun Siyuan will probably choose forging too!"
"Probably. His martial soul is pure strength, and he's kind of dull-witted. He's well suited to hammering iron." Chen Yan stroked his chin as he analyzed.
"Then, Brother Yan, what do you think I'm suited for?" Xu Hao looked at Chen Yan expectantly.
"You..."
"Repair work suits you pretty well."
"Really?!" Xu Hao was overjoyed.
"Yeah. You're always getting repaired, so you should probably learn how to patch yourself up."
The moment those words came out, Xu Hao's face fell. "Brother Yan, we'd still be good friends if you just didn't talk."
Chen Yan's words dragged him straight back to reality.
That hurt. It hurt way too much! Another fifty kilograms of weight? Wouldn't he just die of exhaustion on the Sports Field?
"I'm going to the office to switch equipment." Xu Hao wailed, then went back to his seat, picked up his weights, and headed out of the classroom.
Chen Yan watched him gradually disappear from view, thinking of something that had occurred to him from their discussion