The bucket was kicked over.
Water splashed all over Pan Yang, dripping from his hair to his chin, flowing down his neck and into his collar.
Bitingly cold.
Yunxiang stood in front of him, the gold chain around his neck dazzling in the light.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his voice was loud enough that the entire training room could hear: "Pan Yang, you can't even see water well, what else can you do?"
Several team members nearby laughed out loud.
"Trash is trash."
Someone added.
Pan Yang said nothing.
He looked down at the water stains on the ground and slowly clenched his fingers.
"Mute?"
Yunxiang took a step forward and almost slapped him in the face, "I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"
Pan Yang raised his head.
