*Bam!*
This was the fifteenth time Raelle had slammed Hyson on the mat. Clad in a white uniform with a black belt around her waist, she stood up and looked down at him who was acting as if he died.
Her foot nudged him as she said, "Stop acting dead! Get up already!"
Hyson opened his eyes but didn't stand up, "Do you think I'm good at acting dead?"
"How is that possible?" she retorted. "You're not good at anything! Not even dying!"
"Thanks! That's the way to cheer up your best friend! Just beat him to death!" Obviously, he was being sardonic but she wasn't paying much attention to his tone. She had long gotten used to his mood swings. "I came to look for you to cheer me up because I was feeling upset. And you! You did this to me! How cruel!"
"It's not my fault that you had been distracted all throughout our warming up." She pointed at the black belt around his waist as she added, "Otherwise, we both are usually equally matched."
