The setting sun painted a layer of caramel color on the transparent glass of the gymnasium, and the red clouds outside were like brocades.

Xue Meng and Xiaolong walked around the large gymnasium. At this time, there were not many people in the gymnasium. Training had already ended, and only the incandescent light in the equipment room was still on.

The man and the dragon looked at each other and walked towards the equipment room.

They saw Mo Ran in middle school. Perhaps because he was only in the first year of middle school, his poor family did not provide him with enough nutrition, so naturally, this child did not grow tall.

He was not much different from the image they saw in the noodle shop. Mo Ran's thin body was covered in a school uniform that looked like a sack, and his dirty black hair hung down his cheeks. He was like an inconspicuous ghost.

Mo Ran had his back to them. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, tidying up the used badminton equipment of his classmates.