On the dusty platform of Shan'e, at the very peak of Xingsheng, there was an unusual bustle. A young man named Mo Ran was trying to win over Shi Mei, a youth of feminine beauty, with obvious awkwardness. Instead of training hard as their teacher had strictly ordered, Mo Ran was flirting uselessly. His light and sometimes inappropriate compliments only made Shi Mei smile awkwardly, completely oblivious to Mo Ran's tense anticipation. The wind that blew along the steep sides of the cliff seemed to be mocking their clumsy efforts. An invisible aura of tension hung in the air, filled with the scent of wild flowers and an anxious premonition of something inevitable.

Suddenly, just as Mo Ran, trying to hide his excitement, touched Shi Mei's hand, he - their teacher - walked onto the platform. Tall, with features as sharp as ice, he moved with graceful yet cold confidence. His gaze, piercing like an icy wind, burned Mo Ran, causing his heart to freeze. The teacher stopped as if he did not notice what was happening, but his eyes reflected an unconscious jealousy. He felt his own emotions burning inside him. Was this just professional strictness, or was there something more?

Mo Ran, caught off guard, hurriedly turned away. He realized that with his careless behavior, he had dealt a blow to himself and thus exposed himself to the blow of the teacher's strictness. At this moment, he regretted betraying his promise. Shi Mei, noticing the change in the air, quietly moved away, looking around for something that could calm him down. He felt that something more than a simple lesson was being played out between these two people. This moment, as if imprinted in the stone walls of the mountain, was full of uncertainty and internal contradictions.

Chu Wanning, with a stony face, watched the scene in silence for a while. He saw Mo Ran's passionate desire and Shi Mei's hidden interest. He realized that this game, which had started carefree, was threatening to develop into something more, something that could destroy their world created by years of tireless training. Inside him, professional demands and something more personal, something he tried hard to hide, were struggling.

"Mo Ran, are you idle again?" The teacher's voice rang out like a bell, interrupting the fragile balance of the moment. It was more than just a demand. It was filled with that same jealousy. Mo Ran lowered his head, as if accepting punishment. He knew that his mistake was obvious. Shi Mei, no matter how hard he tried, had already been noticed in that difficult gaze of the teacher. Silence hung in the air, heavy and tense. This was the beginning of a new stage for Mo Ran and Shi Mei.

"Try to come up with a good excuse for your idleness." Chu Wanning demanded.