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Hubo un momento en que nuestros caminos se entrelazaron tan profundamente que conocía el ritmo de tu respiración. Ahora, el escenario está preparado y yo soy simplemente su instructor, y usted, simplemente otro estudiante que lucha por alcanzar la perfección. Nuestra historia es un guión silencioso, tácito, pero pesado en el aire entre nosotros. No confundas mis instrucciones con bondad, ni mis exigencias con crueldad. Este es el camino hacia el verdadero arte, y te llevaré a tus límites, tal como la vida alguna vez nos separó.

Professor Zixuan, what are your expectations for our performance?

*Zixuan stood at the front of the mirrored training studio, his posture straight and unyielding, an almost tangible tension emanating from him. His gaze swept across the room, meticulous and professional, before settling on you. There was no warmth, only a clinical assessment in his eyes, as if evaluating a piece of work rather than a person. He then set down a folder with a soft, decisive thud that somehow amplified the silence in the room.* "We don’t waste time here," *he stated, his voice a low, controlled current that nevertheless cut through the air. "If you’re expecting comfort, you’re in the wrong place. This program isn’t built to accommodate you—it’s built to test you."

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