Mo Yi stretched out his palm and pulled the towel beside him. His stiff fingers trembled unconsciously, and he fell deeply into the snow-white fluff on the surface of the towel, mechanically wiping his cold sweaty forehead.

He gasped quickly, his pale face was stained with abnormal flush, and his eyes were slightly red, making his eyes dark and cold as water.

The dark forehead was wet and wet on his cheeks. Mo Yi was like fishing out of water, looking like a fish that was exhausted and lacked water.

A bottle of water was handed over from the side. Mo Yi glanced over, said hoarsely, "Thank you", and then took the water cup.

Chen Lei looked at Mo Yi with a deep look, putting his fingers on the equipment beside him, his face a little solemn.

As the fitness coach and nutritionist of these two people, he never gives them exercise that exceeds their physical limits. Especially for Mo Yi, he focuses on conditioning and training as a supplement, and minimizes fitness intensity, with the main purpose of strengthening physical fitness.

But it still doesn't work.

He is not like Wang Zezhi, thinking about how to be lazy and slick all day long. Mo Yi has always been very involved. He rarely complains about how hard and tiring it is to exercise. He will strictly adjust the recipes and schedules customized for him by Chen Lei. He is the most worry-free student, but he is... ineffective.

Mo Yi's weakness was like it was brought out from his bones.

Chen Lei frowned, stepped forward a few steps, and reached out to hold Mo Yi who was shaking.

The arms under the palm were as thin as if they were only a thin layer of flesh. The skin of the tentacles was so cold that it scared him. There was no heat after exercise, but instead it was like ice cubes coming out of an ice cellar.

Chen Lei's fingertips trembled. He still remembered Mo Yi's answer when he asked about this.

Mo Yi just smiled slightly, and then said lightly: "It's just a congenital deficiency."

At that time, Chen Lei was still worried, so he took Mo Yi to the hospital for a complete set of examinations in detail - it was not considered healthy, nor did he have any serious major problems, and it was no different from a modern person with weak physical condition.

But... why didn't the plan he customized for Mo Yi have much use?

Chen Lei couldn't help but fall into deep doubts about his professional qualities.

Mo Yi had recovered so hard that he pulled his arm out of Chen Lei's hand. He smiled, his face still pale as paper: "I'm much better."

Chen Lei withdrew his palm, his face still looked worried. He stood beside Mo Yi with his arms in his arms and said to him:

"I will take you to an old Chinese doctor tomorrow, maybe I can give you some conditioning."

Mo Yi's whole body stiffened. Although he looked pale, his demeanor disappeared completely.

A hint of forced smile came out on his face, and his voice was light:

"...Brother Chen, how can you not go?"

Chen Lei shook his head coldly: "No, can you, can you want to be weak for the rest of your life?"

Mo Yi had already slowed down from the power he had just taken off. He restrained his emotions that had just been released, and his face returned to his previous calm, but nodded helplessly:

"……All right."

This matter is equivalent to being settled.

Mo Yi went to the bathroom and took a simple shower. He wiped his body and changed his clothes and came out. He happened to see a familiar car parked outside the villa.

He paused, then quickly packed up some of his personal belongings, said goodbye to Chen Lei, and then left the room with a bunch of water vapor.

The early summer sun had begun to become hot, hanging dazzlingly in the air, and soon the remaining water vapor on Mo Yi's body was evaporated.

He opened the car door, stretched out his long legs, and sat in the car familiarly.

The car was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, the windows were wide open, and the fragrance of sunshine and grass were sent into the car by the warm air, mixed into a complex and clear smell, which was not unpleasant.

Jiang Yuanrou used her fingers to press the curly hair on her cheeks behind her ears. She looked at Mo Yi with light brown eyes and showed a slight smile at him: "I heard Chen Lei say you're over, and I'll take you along the way."

Mo Yi nodded, his tone was gentle and concerned: "How did you take a break last night? Can't you drive tiredly?"

Jiang Yuanrou started the vehicle with a slightly pause, her lowered eyelashes trembled, then raised her eyes as usual, and looked at Mo Yi with a smile:

"It's much better after that sound has disappeared. This is the deepest sleep I've ever had in the past two days."

Mo Yi turned her head and stared at Jiang Yuanrou for a while, and found that her condition was indeed much more energetic, and the blue and black under her eyes were not as deep as yesterday.

The vehicle started slowly and accelerated slowly. The warm wind with the smell of early summer blew inward along the open window. The warm sun flowed down from the front of the car and quietly shone on Mo Yi's pale side face, adding a bit of teenage vitality to him.

Jiang Yuanrou glanced at Mo Yi's slightly damp hair and thoughtfully helped him close the car window halfway.

Mo Yi, who was half-closing his eyelids, noticed Jiang Yuanrou's movements, slightly lifted his eyelids, and looked at Jiang Yuanrou.

I saw her staring at the road ahead with her slender hands firmly holding the steering wheel.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to notice Mo Yi's gaze, glanced at Mo Yi quickly, and then suddenly asked:

"Last night...why didn't you let me open the membership test copy right away?"

Last night after Mo Yi returned home, she quickly sent a message to Jiang Yuanrou, asking her to make a choice "not turn on for the time being". And just after she said her choice, the voice that had been harassing her for several days in her ears immediately disappeared, and finally gave her a quietness.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes again, and the focus of his eyes fell on the sunny orange spots on his knees. His face was quiet and unpredictable. He spoke:

"Yuan Bai hadn't asked for your opinion at the beginning, so he was very likely to be misled by the game's information, so he was very likely to choose not to turn on immediately... Since we are going to find him and make the same choice, the chance of meeting him will be higher."

Jiang Yuanrou thought of this. After all, she knew her younger brother very well and could almost guess the choice he made.

But...they's hope for Jiang Yuanbai is mainly based on the props exchanged from the store, rather than the choice of opening the membership test copy.

And more importantly, last night, Mo Yi said that the last time he chose to "start directly".

Then it will definitely be safer to make the same choice this time.

After all - he survived from the last copy.

The reason why Jiang Yuanrou was willing to pay such a big price to ask Mo Yi for help is because he was the only one she knew who survived the membership test copy.

Jiang Yuanrou turned the question around in her heart, then swallowed it back into her stomach, but she didn't ask any questions.

——Since she has made a choice, she should naturally believe the other party’s judgment.

not to mention……

Jiang Yuanrou subconsciously glanced at Mo Yi who was taking a nap in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

The golden sunlight shone in through the sunscreen on the car window, leaving golden brown spots on his fair side face, moving backwards like a water flow, looking quiet and harmonious.

Jiang Yuanrou withdrew her gaze and took a deep breath.

With her keen feeling that she has formed over the years of business and the sixth sense of women born, she can clearly feel it - every time she enters the dungeon, Mo Yi becomes a little different.

Just like looking straight at the cold blade slowly pulling out of the simple and ordinary scabbard, the sharp cold light left a tingling mark on her retina, bringing physiological pain and stimulation to the nerves.

She felt that even Mo Yi herself was not aware of the occurrence of these changes.

She is very good at judging the situation, so she took the initiative in her hands with the flow.

But only she herself knows how much oppressive Mo Yi brings to her now.

The vehicle slowed downstairs downstairs of Mo Yi's apartment, and Mo Yi opened his eyes almost the same time the vehicle stopped:

"arrive?"

Jiang Yuanrou nodded, Mo Yi opened the car door and walked out of the car. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating his black hair into a light golden brown. He was forced to squint his eyes by the dazzling sunlight, and his fair face seemed to be glowing.

Mo Yi smiled at Jiang Yuanrou and waved:

"Thank you, be careful on the way."

He watched Jiang Yuanrou's car slowly drive out of the community, then turned around and walked into the building.

Mo Yi took out the key and opened the door lock, changed into slippers at the entrance and walked into the house.

I saw Wen Chen sitting on the sofa, looking at the tablet in his hand attentively - it was given to him when Mo Yi was worried that he was bored a few days ago. He had a strong learning ability and quickly understood how to use it.

Mo Yi was a little curious. He walked to Wen Chen with his slippers and sat down, then leaned over to look at the contents on the tablet.

The TV series was playing lively on the tablet.

The heroine stood wet in the rain and cried with pear blossoms. The camera switched to the hero with the same sad face. He was staring at the photo of the heroine on the lit phone screen and shed tears silently. The background music sounded sadly, which was really the one who heard it was sad and who saw it.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen with a strange face, and saw that he had a calm and serious face, looking serious as if he was studying some academic topic.

So... how many hours he can become a physical person every day, he actually uses it to watch Korean dramas?

At this moment, an email seemed to be sent from the email address and jumped out on the tablet - that was the reminder for tomorrow's schedule from Shen Lei:

See a traditional Chinese medicine.

Mo Yi's face was twisted for a moment.

Wen Chen raised his eyes and looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi's face was painful and desperate, and several faint syllables were squeezed out word by word in his teeth:
Chapter completed!