"Ah——" Chu Shangli suddenly came back to his senses and smiled dryly——
"It seems so. The speed is too strong."
Although Chu Shangli said this, he had no intention of slowing down the machine.
Ying Meng hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took her hand away from the speed adjustment button and just observed her silently.
Chu Shangli was wondering whether he should pretend to be out of breath...?
But at this point, it's too late to pretend to be out of breath.
Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore——
Chu Shangli ran on the treadmill with light steps.
Even at super high speed, it didn't seem chaotic.
That was due to the skill that her soul had preserved for her—
However, the skill cannot last long - just like a victory won by luck.
Ying Meng watched her movements silently——
Smooth and beautiful, like a cheetah whose instincts have been aroused.
However, as professional as Ying Meng is, of course, able to see that Chu Shangli is just an empty shell with only skills.
Every part of the body lacks exercise—
Even though every part of his body lacks exercise, he can still run with such light movements. Is he really relying on pure instinct?
Then, Chu Shangli gradually showed his disadvantages——
Sweat and expression gradually became distorted.
It was not until he saw Chu Shangli's expression of not being able to hold on any longer that Ying Meng lowered the speed.
Chu Shangli breathed in a standard way, but he couldn't keep up because he had consumed too much energy.
"It turns out to be the instinct school..." Ying Meng said softly -
"Instinct... pie? Ahem—?"
"Don't talk." Ying Meng shook her finger lightly: "Although he has good talent and strong skills, he relies too much on skills."
Ying Meng's eyes flickered like mushrooms, she pursed her lips, trying her best to suppress her excitement.
"It's really, really excellent material. I've never seen anything like it before, and it's far better than what I have."
Ying Meng pressed the [Emergency Stop] button, and Chu Shangli controlled his body in time and did not let himself fall with the transmission of the tracks.
Ying Meng massaged her arms and lower limbs to reduce the formation of lactic acid...
"Chu Shangli—" Ying Meng stared at her. "Why haven't you ever thought about joining the sports club before? You'd be very talented."
"Very talented?"
"Do you know that the way you ran just now was just like a little leopard..."
"How did the little leopard run away?" Chu Shangli pretended to be stupid and laughed "Ahahaha": "I don't know."
"Really? So you didn't know." Ying Meng nodded repeatedly: "It seems that this is pure instinct."
Chu Shangli panted softly: "Are you saying that I run well?"
"yes--"
"Hey, why? Isn't running something everyone can do?"
"It's true that everyone can do it, but not everyone can take first place in a track and field event," Ying Meng said quietly, "and not everyone can keep up with the ultra-high-speed rotating tracks right from the start—"
"Hmm." Chu Shangli pulled the corner of his mouth: "I feel... as if I don't understand it."
"You don't need to understand—for mediocre people, the more theory they know, the more painful it is." Ying Meng raised the corners of his lips. "And those who know nothing and just rely on their intuition are the real geniuses in the end—they actually need others to study their actions—"
Ying Meng took two steps back and locked her with the camera frame——
"Is this a one in ten thousand miracle?"
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