While they were taking pictures and chatting, Anya suddenly noticed a small boxing glove charm hanging from Li Wei's backpack.
"What's this?" she asked, taking it for a closer look. "I didn't know you boxed."
"I've learned a little," Li Wei said, a bit humbly. "But this is just a souvenir from a match I went to see."
"Oh!" Anya remembered. "Is he the guy from around Chinese New Year? You told me you watched his match last week."
"Yeah, that's him," Li Wei said, fiddling with the small boxing glove charm on his backpack. "He's not bad. Doesn't look like he has a formal boxing background, but he's tough as hell and never gives up."
"But being tough isn't enough in boxing, right? You have to be calm and not lose your head," Anya said excitedly. "I can fight too. I even trained in Sambo when I was little."
As she spoke, she struck the pose of a Russian-style haymaker in her business-class seat.
