The sudden appearance of two outsiders was, of course, noticed by the trainees, but they didn’t become distracted and continued to spar earnestly.

The team leader, who was watching the boys train, just glanced at Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson without saying much.

If these two could enter, it meant there were arrangements from above. He wasn’t that curious.

"So impressive." Sophie Wilson stood in a spot where she wouldn’t disturb the training, clicking her tongue in admiration.

"Yes." Charles Seymour looked at the familiar scene before him, feeling nostalgic as distant memories vividly resurfaced in his mind.

He had thought those memories were long forgotten, but it turned out they were buried deep in his memory, and with a slight trigger, everything came back to him as if it were yesterday.

"Look at those muscles, those arms, that chest, those abs..." Sophie Wilson marveled. The muscles were bulging, clearly full of strength—this was the perfect combination of power and beauty, this was... hey, hey...

Sophie Wilson was watching intently when suddenly Charles Seymour stood directly in front of her, blocking her view completely. She could see nothing.

Sophie Wilson looked up, dissatisfied, staring at Charles Seymour: "You’re in my way."

Charles Seymour replied in a flat, unwavering tone, "Oh."

After speaking, he didn’t move a muscle, continuing to block Sophie Wilson’s view entirely.

"Hey." Sophie Wilson reached out with her index finger, poking someone’s chest, "Standing here, I can’t see."

Can you be more considerate?

It was her first time seeing so many handsome guys training up close.

So impressive!

The visual impact was overwhelming!

Despite the dust flying around, it couldn’t conceal the overwhelming masculine appeal of those perfect bodies.

With intense exercise, shimmering sweat rolled down, tracing perfect arcs along the beautiful muscle lines... The scene was truly thrilling, with exciting screams swirling in the chest, clamoring like a beast breaking free ready to charge.

Charles Seymour looked down at Sophie Wilson, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his eyes quickly darkened as a storm rapidly formed in his ink-black eyes, as dark as the night.

Charles Seymour suddenly turned and walked towards the team leader: "I want to spar with your people."

The team leader was shocked; was this person alright?

An outsider wanting to spar with his people?

Just as the team leader was about to decline, a female voice sounded from the side: "Let him."

The team leader turned to see who had spoken and immediately kept quiet, obeying.

The team leader quickly ran over to the training ground to talk to the trainees.

"Charles Seymour, it’s their honor to be instructed by you," Mia Cole intently stared at Charles Seymour, speaking earnestly.

Sophie Wilson quickly walked over and asked Charles Seymour, "What’s going on?"

Did he encounter old friends?

"Miss Wilson, we meet again." Mia Cole turned her head and smiled at Sophie Wilson, looking dashing and confident.

"Ah, you’re the captain from the mountains!" Sophie Wilson suddenly realized, looking at Mia Cole with a smile.

Back then, their faces were smeared with paint, making it difficult to see their features, but judging by the figure and voice, Sophie Wilson could still discern who they were.

"Miss Wilson, you have a great memory." Mia Cole was quite surprised that Sophie Wilson could recognize her at a glance.

Can an ordinary person have such a keen recognition ability after just one meeting?