You Take the Dawn, I Take Your Foundation

At one in the morning, only the green glow of instruments lit the rehabilitation room. Lu stood barefoot on a force plate instead of hitting a bag. Su Wanqing made him close his eyes and balance on one leg. His center-of-pressure trace immediately scattered across the screen. “Your rib injury makes you escape left, and your wrist keeps you from posting on the floor,” she said. “It doesn't matter whether Zhao Xuan trains at two. His best weapon is cage wrestling. What you need is the ability not to fall when he grabs you.” On the next mat, a gray-haired man was mopping. Wei Shan, a retired wrestler and temporary qualifier official, performed twenty minutes of rehabilitation grappling every morning at 1:40.