The last thing Du Daye remembered was the dazzling incandescent light in the training hall. As a seeded player on the national wrestling team, he had just finished a high-intensity match. His dark blue sportswear was soaked with sweat, and his muscle lines were like a piece of freshly baked iron under the refraction of sweat. His teammates patted him on the shoulder and laughed and scolded him, "Brother Goose was so strong today." He grinned and replied, "Waiting to see me win the championship." Then he fell down on the training mat - it wasn't because he was tired, but because the back of his head hit the raised metal buckle on the edge of the mat.
