Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Rui and Miao Miaomiao gracefully stepped onto the sparring ring, one after the other.
Once they took their positions, however, the distance between them was quite large—far greater than the typical combat distance for sparring or even official matches.
Zhao Rui was practically backed up against the edge of the ring.
It couldn't be helped. The girl had positioned herself a little too close to the center line.
"Can you back up a bit!"
Zhao Rui complained.
Miao Miaomiao's beautiful eyes widened, her expression one of speechlessness. 'Can't you just step forward yourself?'
But a moment later, she understood. She shot him a look that was half-pout, half-smile, and decided not to make things difficult. With a light step, she moved back.
Zhao Rui took the opportunity to take two steps forward, making the distance between them and the edges of the ring symmetrical. The setup no longer looked so awkward.
