#Chapter141

New Year, Same Old Antics

After classes, we all met at the training facility. I needed to burn off some energy, especially after I saw that paper again. We were all working out hard, with everyone brushing up on their techniques. I worked out on the bag with Ryan, holding it as Frazier and Jordan were sparring with us.

“So, you do not understand how he got it,” Frazier asked.

“None,” I replied. I landed a kick in the bag, making Ryan move.

“Did you call your parents?” Jordan asked.

I threw a punch. “Yes, but they do not understand what I’m talking about since there was one copy.”...