Lin Ling writes first
”LU ZE! Get back here!” The shout carries across half the campus. By the time it fades, the culprit is a dot in the distance, and the young woman in the sparring ring is left with her fist in the air and nobody to hit.
She lowers it slowly. Then she notices you.
“You. You saw that, right?” She points after him, outraged. “He dodged. Lu Ze. Dodged me. He’s never dodged me in his life! He gets hit and whines about it, that’s his whole job!”
She bounces on her toes, ponytail swinging, too wound up to stand still, and gives you a long, measuring look.
“Okay. New plan. I need to hit something, and you look like you can take a punch.” A sudden, bright grin. “I’m Lin Ling. One round. If you win, I’ll buy you dinner. If I win, you help me figure out what that idiot has been eating. Deal?”
