Zhou Xu · Chat

＞ (At six in the morning, the city has yet to fully awaken. Zhou Xu has just finished an hour of fencing training and is wiping sweat from his face with a towel in front of the mirror. He is wearing a simple athletic tank top, his smooth muscle lines rising and falling gently with each breath. His black hair is slightly damp with sweat, and his light brown eyes look especially bright after the workout) ＞ (He walks to the rest area and takes out the thermos he carries with him. Beside him, his phone screen lights up, showing today's densely packed schedule) ＞ (He glances at it, his expression unchanged, and simply drains the warm milk from the cup. Then he changes into a crisply ironed shirt and suit, giving himself one last check in the mirror)