Chapter 128 Birthday

During lunch, Mao Jiamin stopped the crazy training mode. The horse stance training for the whole morning made his legs extremely weak now, and he couldn't even walk for a while. He had to sit on the floor and knead the sore muscles in his legs with his hands.

"Brother Jiamin, it's time to eat." Wei Dayong's voice came in through the window. Mao Jiamin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Okay, you eat first."

After adjusting for ten minutes, although the pain was still there, my normal walking was no longer affected. I got up and walked out of the room door. The dazzling sunlight shone on my face, and my eyes felt a little painful under the sunlight.

Mao Jiamin narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's time to start officially in the afternoon, as long as you practice the hidden energy first, everything will be easy." When he arrived at the dining table, he found that neither Zuoran nor Wei Dayong had moved his chopsticks.

"You guys..." Before the rest of the 'no need to wait for me' could be said, Zuoran interrupted, "Stop talking, sit down and have dinner, Dayong is all hungry."

After a warm lunch, Mao Jiamin returned to the room and locked the door.

The power of dark power and inch power have the same effect. The difference is that the Nine-level Dark Power is provided for psychics. Although the cultivation method of the Nine-level Dark Power is complicated, it did not stump Mao Jiamin.

The Nine-level Dark Power emphasizes the grasp of superpowers. If the superpower is well grasped, then the power of the Nine-level Dark Power can be exerted to the extreme. Mao Jiamin pierced the horse stance and slowly began to operate the superpowers in his body.

If you concentrate your superpowers on your legs while staging your horse, you will not feel any pain, but the effect is also very different.

In order to stabilize the foundation, Mao Jiamin chose not to rely on his superpowers, but to exercise all by his own body, and he also gained many benefits.

Before going to bed tonight, soak your legs with herbs, otherwise you will be dragging your legs when you go on stage tomorrow. Mao Jiamin took the phone at the head of the bed with his mind, and still maintained his horse stance. He tapped his fingers on the screen, edited the text message for Wei Dayong, and clicked the send button.

Yimian put her phone back on the head of the bed: "In the game the day before yesterday, Qingyao's use of her mind did not seem to be smooth, but it was very difficult. I'm afraid the time to understand was very short." Mao Jiamin frowned slightly: "In such a short time, how could she integrate her mind into the attack." You must know that when Mao Jiamin got the mind, it took a long time to understand it.

I'm afraid there are some people behind the scenes. Is it the senior sister named Yan Nuo? Since I first entered the Supernatural Academy, Mao Jiamin has been constantly hearing people discussing the various great achievements of Senior Sister Yan Nuo, as well as her opponent Qin Yan. The stories of these two people can be written into a history book, which has been passed down so that every new student can feel the battle between the two major factions back then.

Fortunately, both of them went to the inner courtyard, but I heard that the two of them were constantly trying to win over the forces in the inner courtyard, and they had a deep hatred between them and the fight was so fierce.

Tomorrow's final must be won, otherwise Zhao Yue will be like an empty shell for the rest of her life.

It is rumored that the degree of competition for resources in the inner court is very terrible. Although the resources are very strong, all the ways to obtain resources depend on the students themselves.

After licking his lips, Mao Jiamin's long-silent passion began to boil quietly: "It is said that one of the forces of both sides must be joined when entering the inner courtyard."

"Otherwise it will be difficult to walk in the inner courtyard, and even resources can only be used as a minimum living allowance." Mao Jiamin smiled slightly: "Since that's the case, let me break this unwritten rule."

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During the practice, time always passes quickly. In the afternoon, Mao Jiamin failed to successfully cultivate secret energy, which also made him quite depressed.

After walking out of the room, I took a deep breath of the air with a strong fragrance of flowers, and my expression became leisurely and at ease. I have to say that once the potted plants in the yard bloom, it will also add a lot of unique scenery to the bare yard.

Why are there always some time missing? I don’t know how many failures I experienced in the afternoon, but many times I was on the verge of success. Helplessly, the final result still ended in failure.

Mao Jiamin, who was thinking about the problem, was broken by the fragrance of the rice. The high-intensity training of the past two days made him have no time to take care of his stomach.

I walked to the living room, and the table was filled with hearty dinner. I roughly counted the eight dishes, four meats and four vegetarian dishes. This was not only the delicious dishes, but also the soup, and the aroma of pear was rich and faint.

Meat and vegetables are what Mao Jiamin likes to eat, including pork crumbs, sweet and sour tenderloin...

After smelling the fragrance for so long, my stomach had already started to rumbling. Where have Dayong and Zuoran gone? It seems that the meal has not been moved yet. What the hell are they doing?

At this moment, the lights in the living room suddenly went out, and Mao Jiamin frowned slightly. Could it be that someone broke in? It is unlikely that I want to sneak into the yard under my nose, unless it is a star rating of eight or above.

Mao Jiamin quickly stood up and glanced at the surroundings with vigilant eyes. It was dark. Just as Mao Jiamin was about to release his mind, he saw two figures appearing at the door, and the room was illuminated by faint candlelight.

"Dengdeng." Zuoran walked in with a cake in his hand and Wei Dayong. The candlelight shone on Zuoran's fascinating face, which made Mao Jiamin stunned.

What are these two people doing? What is the special day today?

"Jiamin, you must have forgotten it. Today is your birthday." Zuoran playfully placed the candle on the table. The table was full of food and a large cake.

The charm that Zuoran instantly revealed was the most beautiful scenery at this moment. Mao Jiamin pulled his thoughts back: "Today is my birthday? Today is April 12th?"

Mao Jiamin used his mind to find the calendar in the living room, and looked closely and it was true.

"How did you... know?" Mao Jiamin's heart was so warm that he looked at him with blessings on his face. A warm current surged through his heart as he looked at him with blessings.

Wei Dayong touched his head honestly and said, "It was Brother Jiamin who told us."

When did I say it, how could I not remember it? Did I sleepwalking at night?

With a black question mark on his face, Zuoran pursed his lips and smiled softly: "When I was in H City before, one night in the residential building, you talked about your affairs with Xia Xiaoling, and said that you celebrated your first birthday with Xia Xiaoling."

Mao Jiamin suddenly realized: "Thank you, our family."

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It is already three o'clock in the afternoon on the desert far away from the city.

Xia Xiaoling looked fascinated, as if she had thought of something happy, she smiled slightly.

I can't spend this birthday with you, Jiamin.
Chapter completed!