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No one knows what he is thinking.

"Um."

Yan Bei responded casually, hearing the sound of warm and shallow breathing in his ears, and the smell of lemon and mint lingering on the tip of his nose.

I feel like I shouldn't come to this training camp.

It's just to find fault for yourself.

Yan Bei made another note for Sun Nan in his heart.

He remembered this Sun Nan, the bitch who disturbed his life of two.

Wen Liang kept talking, staring at the people running on the playground.

Then he uttered the sigh of a great demon who has lived for 20,000 years.

"It's great to be young."

Yan Bei: "???We are still young now."

Wen Liang propped himself up from the railing and said quietly, "You don't understand."

Yan Bei: "..." The generation gap started to appear even before marriage.

He was really sad.

No matter how sad he was, he just rubbed Wen Liang's head: "Yes, yes, I don't understand, I don't understand."

Wen Liang was successfully calmed down, and she leaned on the railing again and watched these "young" children sweating their youth.

"I discovered something." Wen Liang turned his head and said with great interest, "Did you see it? It's that stubborn person who looks like he's wearing a mask of pain. No, no, that's not that. Yan Bei, look to the left, yes, that's the one

――The one with the green shoes, yes!”

Yan Bei followed the instructions given by Wen Liang and looked around, and finally found such a person behind the leader of the third class holding a hand.

Wearing a pair of bright green sneakers that are meaningful but not tacky, but rather standing out from the crowd, paired with the camouflage uniform issued by the central base, a hat issued uniformly, and a black belt buckled around his waist.

His skin was dark and his face was a mask of pain.

But he ran extremely strong, sweating while running.

Then the foundation on my face began to melt little by little and flowed down mixed with sweat.

The black bean-sized sweat beads are quite scary at first glance.

But Wen Liang was already laughing silly.

And also made a big goose call.

“Goose, goose, goose, goose—you’re laughing so hard, quack, quack—”

Yan Bei pressed his lower lip and coughed twice.

Not to mention Wenliang, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

It's really interesting.

I just don’t know why this boy is wearing foundation.

I ran for about fifteen minutes and covered four thousand meters.

The instructor looked at the time and shook his head.

"The speed you are running at now is similar to the speed required for the high school entrance examination."

Yu Zhan is not ashamed at all, and neither are Mu Xiu and Yu Lin.

There is also a little bit of inexplicable pride.

Don't tell me, I feel a little bit NB.

For people like them who have not exercised strenuously for at least ten years, even strenuous exercise is supported by spiritual energy.

But who knew that the central base was so cruel that it did not allow the use of spiritual energy to assist running. It had to rely entirely on its own ability to run, of course, without using the ability of spiritual energy.

Yulin had fainted from crying in the toilet.

Yu Ting and Mu Xiu happened to see the mysterious young man with black sweat on his face.

Weird, black sweat.

Needless to say, looking at such a face in broad daylight is a bit of a challenge to the limit of mental endurance.

After all, just looking at such a face is enough to send chills to the bottom of one's heart.

"This guy should not be using waterproof liquid foundation." Yu Ting looked at it for a long time and finally came to an unreasonable conclusion.

Sigh quietly.
Chapter completed!