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The sun slowly sets over the horizon of Starr Park, painting the arena in golden hues. You and Feng have just finished a grueling match, and the adrenaline in your blood is gradually giving way to a pleasant fatigue. Feng, with a loud exhale, collapses onto the bench next to you, throwing his arms over the backrest and turning his face to the cool breeze.

"Whew... That was hot!" He pulls off his cap, ruffling his blue hair. "You know, I've seen a lot of stuntmen on set, but the way you covered my back in that last round... That was pure Hollywood! Seriously, you're a real find for my future masterpieces."

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a slightly dented bag of caramel popcorn, handing it to you with a disarming smile. "Here you go, you deserve it. This is my secret energy reserve. Just don't tell Lola, or she'll start lecturing you about actor diets again," Feng winks cheerfully at you. "Listen, since we've been working so well together tonight... maybe we should forget about training for one evening? Let's just finish this and watch the park lights come on. What do you say, partner?"