Chapter 27
“Regarding the previous topic, I think there is still room for further discussion…”
Zong Qinyuan and a group of school leaders filed out of the conference room. They gathered in twos and threes and discussed the contents of the previous meeting in low voices.
Although the students who returned to school were allowed to rest, they still had a lot of things to discuss for the next plan.
But just after he took two steps out of the door, Zong Qinyuan saw a person who surprised him in the corridor.
"Student Yi?"
The young man leaning against the wall looked up at him. It was Yi Yan who had said in the dormitory that he was going to get some water.
Zong Qinyuan suddenly stopped and looked up at him in surprise: "It's so late, why are you here? Are you looking for a leader?"
Yi Yan nodded slightly.
"I'm here to see you, Principal Zong," he said.
Seeing this, the other leaders tactfully said goodbye to Zong Qinyuan and left first. Zong Qinyuan looked at the dim sky outside and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Yi Yan shook his head.
"Then come to my office. I'll ask the people in the cafeteria to prepare a meal for you. We can talk while we eat."
At first, Zong Qinyuan thought that Yi Yan came to see him because of the special operations group, but after listening to his narration in the office, he frowned deeply: "Such a big thing, why didn't you report it to the school before?"
What Yi Yan told him was the impact of the Death Row Slave Brand on him during this period of time.
"It was actually fine at first, I didn't feel anything too obvious," Yi Yan put down his chopsticks and said with his eyes downcast, "but this has been happening more and more frequently lately, and I'm a little worried that it might affect my daily life."
Zong Qinyuan thought for a while and asked, "Can you describe it in detail? What did the brand feel like when you came into contact with Gu Liang?"
"I get hot," Yi Yan recalled slowly, "and it spreads from the mark to my whole body. I will subconsciously obey the other person's orders. Before, I also felt a slight suffocation, like someone strangling my throat with a rope. But now it's basically gone, and I have no problem attacking other people during sparring."
"Well...it seems like the problem isn't that big of a problem for now."
Zong Qinyuan fell into deep thought.
But he was still worried, so after dinner, he took Yi Yan to look for the elves on campus.
In order to facilitate the elves' teaching on campus, Desert University arranged special accommodation for them, both to show respect and to prevent them from coming into contact with the real core secrets of the school - that is, various Earth technologies.
Out of human considerations, even if the two parties have decided to cooperate, humans will never reveal all of their cards to the races from the alien world.
"Well, it's a bit strange. Let me think about it. Click, click, click..."
Inside the dormitory, after listening to Zong Qinyuan's retelling, an elf held the scented tea and milk drink in his hand with a puzzled expression, but he never stopped grabbing potato chips.
He lives here with another elf teacher. After knowing that the elves love to drink scented tea, the department in charge of resource allocation on Earth specially sent a lot of it here. Now their corners are filled with all kinds of teas and snacks.
In just one week, the two elves' originally three-dimensional facial features suddenly became rounder.
"Your situation is a bit like the subconscious obedience of a death row slave to his master." After swallowing the last bite of potato chips, the elf reluctantly put down the empty bag in his hand, and then sucked the powder on three fingers, carefully considered the wording and said, "But the wizard who cursed you is dead. Unless the demon god Seris who created the death row slave mark is resurrected, it should not react to a specific person."
Zong Qinyuan's smile was a little stiff:
"Then...what if that person was mistaken for Seris by others?"
"Well," the elf thought of something, his expression gradually becoming strange, "that involves another thing. Have you heard of faith determinism?"
Zong Qinyuan had never heard of it, but Yi Yan, who had been taking online classes every day, nodded.
"You mentioned it once in class the day before yesterday," he said, "but I don't know the details."
"The theory of faith determinism was proposed by a wizard who opposed Seris during his time," the elf explained. "He believed that it was not the magic crystal that determined the magic power, but faith. Faith includes one's belief in oneself and the respect, fear, and admiration for others. In short, it is all spiritual."
"At the time, he claimed that most of Seris's power came from his fanatical followers, and that this was why the Beast God Ansiel was able to become a god."
"...So, if the object of faith is transferred," Zong Qinyuan struggled to understand these words. The materialistic thinking he had built up over the past few decades was a little shaky, "then will there be a transfer of power? Will the object that controls the curse mark also be transferred?"
"I don't know about that either." The elf shook his head.
"To put it bluntly, this theory has not been proven yet, and your situation is too special. I'm just telling you that there might be this possibility."
After saying that, he casually opened a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips.
"I really envy you humans for having ten fingers," he said, chewing his food in the lazy sofa, with a look of jealousy on his face. "With so many fingers, it must be very comfortable to eat potato chips and noodles after eating them, right?"
Zong Qinyuan, Yi Yan: "......"
No, not at all.
And if he continues to eat like this, given his current level of weight gain, it won't be long before he turns from an elf into a goblin.
"It's best to eat less fried food."
After some tactful advice, Zong Qinyuan took Yi Yan away from the elves' dormitory.
It was getting late, so he asked Yi Yan to go back to the dormitory first. He would work with the headquarters to find a way to deal with the matter.
"Don't take it too seriously," he consoled her. "Guliang is a good kid, but he's a little too sensitive sometimes. I know you came to see me in private because you were afraid he'd worry. But until the problem is solved, you two should just get along like usual. Don't take it too seriously."
In fact, even Zong Qinyuan found it hard to imagine, given Gu Liangyi's personality, who he would have a conflict with. What's more, he was very clear that Yi Yan and Gu Liangyi had always had a very good relationship.
Yi Yan nodded silently.
"Hey, Brother Yi, why did you come back just now?" When he returned to the dormitory and pushed the door open, Zhuge Xiao, who was leaning against the head of the bed, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "You also asked us to tell the cafeteria auntie not to bring you food, so what? Did you find a girl from the same major to have dinner with?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other two people who were already lying on the beds in the dormitory also poked their heads out and stared at Yi Yan curiously.
"No."
Yi Yan glanced at them and picked up the cup: "I'm going to brush my teeth."
Zhuge Xiao watched his back disappear at the bathroom door and narrowed his eyes slightly: "There is definitely something going on."
Gu Liangyi also felt that Yi Yan had been acting a little strange since he returned to school today, but this was his privacy after all. He thought about it and explained for Yi Yan: "Maybe he is too tired."
"Tsk tsk, Gu Liang, you don't understand."
But since Yi Yan didn't want to say it, Zhuge Xiao didn't dare to ask any more.
When it was time to turn off the lights, the four people in the dormitory went to sleep, and the night was quiet and silent.
Early morning hours.
Yi Yan rested his head on his arms with a frown on his face. He seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare. His forehead was gradually soaked with sweat and he tossed and turned on the bed.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that day in his youth.
"...You will come back, right?"
"…Remember, after you escape, you must call the police for me as soon as possible! You must, you must!"
"You promised me, you can't break your promise..."
Yi Yan still remembers that day clearly.
The weather was overcast that day, and rolling dark clouds came from the sky like waves, crossing the layers of mountains.
In the wilderness, large patches of emerald green corn stalks were blown all over the place by the strong wind. Cars sped past on the highway. A dragonfly flew slowly and low by the pond. Even the wind blowing across the cheeks brought a hint of cool moisture.
This is a sign of the coming storm.
Memories are like the faded light and shadows of vintage film, and in the blink of an eye, dreams change.
In front of him was a dim basement. Yi Yan could still smell the damp and moldy odor in the corners of the walls. He had been locked up there for seven whole days and even knew the location of every tube of reagent on the old long wooden table.
A thin figure sat beside the narrow, low bed, looking at the dripping ceiling and humming a nursery rhyme.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Yi Yan knew who the other person was.
"The dark sky hangs low, with bright stars following..."
"Insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing..."
The clear child's voice spread gently like ripples in the dream. In the dormitory, Yi Yan's tense expression in his sleep gradually relaxed.
But at this moment, the scene in the dream became fragmented in an instant like pieces of broken mirror!
Yi Yan's breath choked, and he took a step back suddenly, only to find that he had suddenly appeared in front of the bed without knowing when - and on the bed lay a cold, pale body wrapped in electrodes.
Under the influence of the electric current, the boy's expression was painful and hideous. He seemed to want to curl up his body, but he had no power to resist because of the restraints of the straps. He could only twitch and tremble constantly, and let out barely audible moans and whimpers from the depths of his throat.
Yi Yan felt dizzy for a while. He knew it was just his imagination, but - wasn't this also the fact that he had always been unwilling to face?
He gritted his teeth, strode forward, and tore off the electrode on the boy's head, trying to untie him. However, his hands, which could remain motionless during thousand-meter sniping training, were shaking so much that he couldn't even untie the buckles of a few restraints.
After several attempts, suddenly, a cold, skinny hand grabbed his wrist tightly.
Yi Yan suddenly looked up.
"You promised me," the dying boy suddenly raised half of his body, tugged at his sleeve, and screamed miserably, "Why? Why didn't you call the police immediately!"
"You've already escaped! You're capable of saving me sooner!!!"
His hands gradually dropped, and he asked with a sob:
"Why did you make me...suffer all this torture..."
The originally blurry face gradually became clear. Looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes, and the young face twisted by pain and tears, Yi Yan's throat rolled, and a sharp pain that was almost like tearing came from deep in his chest.
You know, just a few hours ago, he and Gu Liangyi said good night to each other in the dormitory.
Today, he seems to have completely walked out of the shadow of the past. Occasionally, when he is with his classmates during the day, he will even smile cheerfully, though with a shy hint, because of the jokes between classmates.
But every time he saw the young man standing in the crowd and looking at him subconsciously, with a soft smile and complete trust in his eyes, Yi Yan felt satisfied and happy, but in a secret corner of his heart, he also felt more and more painful and guilty.
The two completely different emotions almost tore him apart. This was the only fact that Yi Yan did not tell Principal Zong today: he simply could not help but care about Gu Liangyi's every move.
——Because he has a guilty conscience.
During this period of time, Yi Yan repeatedly wanted to confess everything to the other party:
He wanted to tell Gu Liangyi that he was Fu Jingyan who was taken to the basement and kidnapped by them, because his father Fu Yuan was the anti-drug team leader who was in charge of this case;
After he escaped death that time, he did not fail to call the police. Instead, he forced himself to ask a kind driver on the highway to dial 110 for him. After explaining the situation, he fainted due to exhaustion.
It was not until he woke up three days later that he was told that his father did not send police immediately in order to protect the children in the orphanage from being taken hostage by drug dealers. Instead, he ordered the action team to stay put in the town. They waited for nearly two days before finding the right opportunity to catch all the drug dealers in the orphanage.
Although later out of guilt, his father took the initiative to destroy the video in the basement, hoping that Gu Liangyi, who was forced to be involved in a new drug case, would avoid the subsequent turmoil and live a normal life from then on, this compensation was not worth mentioning compared to the harm he suffered.
No matter what, it was both him and his son who let him down.
In particular, Gu Liangyi saved his life.
Yi Yan slowly opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling for a while. After a few minutes, he managed to calm his complicated emotions with his great willpower.
He knew that with Gu Liang's character, if he explained the whole story clearly, Gu Liang would definitely forgive him.
But Fu Yuan is his father, and Yi Yan knows his position in Gu Liang's heart better than anyone else.
Do you want him to cruelly tell the other party that the righteous police officer who rescued you from the devil's den, the hero whom you compared in your letter to the only ray of light in your life and whose grave you would visit to pay tribute to every Qingming Festival, had actually given up on you for the public interest?
If he knew the truth, would he completely collapse because his mental support collapsed?
In comparison, Yi Yan would rather he hated himself.
But when the bitter taste fades away, what follows is a scorching heat that spreads from the depths of the throat to the entire body, surging non-stop.
——This is the punishment from the brand for hiding the truth from the soul owner.
Yi Yan clenched his fingers and closed his eyes patiently.
After lying quietly on the bed for a while, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, so he slowly sat up with his elbows on the bed, turned around and looked at the young man who was sleeping behind him.
Because of the long journey during the day, Gu Liangyi slept very deeply tonight.
He curled up with his eyes tightly closed, his delicate brows slightly furrowed, and with his long arms and legs he rolled up the wrinkled quilt into a ball and held it in his arms. The loose collar of his pajamas was pulled to his shoulders as he slept, revealing the stretched lines of his neck.
Although the light in the dark environment was dim and only some blurred edges could be seen, the young man's pale skin still seemed to have its own soft light. The short age difference during his developmental period made him look like a slender teenager when he was wearing soft and comfortable home clothes.
Compared to his brief time in the basement, he had grown a little taller.
...His appearance hasn't changed much, but his personality has changed a lot.
Yi Yan lowered his head and stared at him for a long time without blinking.
Perhaps he was sleeping uncomfortably and wanted to change his position. Gu Liangyi uttered a soft and vague murmur from his throat, loosened the quilt in his arms, turned over and lay flat on the bed, looking up.
Seeing this, Yi Yan's eyes became even darker.
Guilt, self-blame, pain and some inexplicable strong emotions mixed together, making his face look unusually depressed at this moment.
His curly black hair hung quietly beside his ears, and before he knew it, half of his body had completely passed the low railing.
Yi Yan held his breath, bent down, and supported the young man's neck with one hand. The joints of his palm turned slightly white due to prolonged exertion, leaving wrinkles on the thin sheets.
In the end, the distance between the tips of their noses was less than ten centimeters.
Without the obstruction of his black-framed glasses, even in the dark, Yi Yan could clearly see Gu Liangyi's trembling eyelashes and straight nose, as well as the shallow scar above his temples that he usually intentionally covered with his hair.
Feeling the warm and moist breath coming towards him, Yi Yan's Adam's apple rolled unbearably, and his eyes slid across Gu Liang's eyebrows in an almost wanton manner, until they fell on the two slightly open lips.
Gu Liangyi, who had no idea that he was being targeted, smacked his lips in his sleep, tilted his head against the pillow, revealing a bit of his soft tongue tip, which seemed to be resting between his lower teeth.
Yi Yan took a deep breath with trembling hands, closed his eyes patiently again, and finally stood up reluctantly.
It was not until the muscles in his neck and back began to feel slightly sore that he suddenly realized that he had been maintaining the same posture for a long time.
Gu Liang was sleeping in a daze when he suddenly heard the sound of someone getting out of bed.
He opened his eyelids with difficulty, raised his head, and saw Yi Yan standing in the darkness below.
Because the light was too dim, he couldn't see the expression on the other person's face, but it seemed that Yi Yan noticed his gaze in an instant and turned to look at him.
"You go to sleep," he whispered, his voice more hoarse and deeper than usual, "You're sweating from a nightmare. I'm going to take a shower."
Gu Liangyi responded vaguely, and then the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.
But didn’t he take a bath at night…?
A vague question popped up in Gu Liangyi's mind, but soon he was dragged back into sleep by the hypnotic sound of water.
Not to mention Zhuge Xiao and Yan Beichen who were in the lower bunk. They slept worse than pigs. The frequency of their snoring did not change at all until Yi Yan came out.
The next day.
When he got up in the morning, Gu Liangyi made himself a pack of coffee as usual.
"Brother Yi, do you want it?"
Seeing Yi Yan nod, he handed over a small can of instant coffee.
Yi Yan was about to reach out to take it, but just as their hands were about to touch, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and reached out in another direction, picking up a... advanced mathematics textbook on the table?
Gu Liangyi's hand froze in mid-air, looking at him in confusion.
Are you working so hard so early in the morning?
Yi Yan flipped through the book calmly, without looking up, and said, "Put the coffee on the table first, I'll make it myself later."
"... Let me do it. You want some Wangzai milk, right?"
Yi Yan stared at the preface page of the advanced mathematics textbook and nodded silently.
"Brother Yi, didn't you get enough rest last night?" After making coffee for him, Gu Liangyi asked worriedly, "Why did you get up so late at night to take a shower yesterday?"
"I had a nightmare and was sweating." Yi Yan had to repeat the reason he gave last night.
But Gu Liangyi seemed even more worried: "It's normal to have nightmares, but sweating so much, isn't there anything wrong?"
"It is said that men who sweat a lot in their dreams are physically weak," Zhuge Xiao added solemnly as he stirred his treasured Hong Kong-style bubble tea, "This is what an old Chinese doctor I saw before said."
Yi Yan raised his eyelids and gave him a look with a half-smile.
"Want to demonstrate with me?"
"Of course, our Boss Yi is definitely not physically weak," Zhuge Xiao changed his words in a second, turning to Rufeng, "With Boss Yi's physique, he can kill a tiger with his bare hands! Right, Boss Yi?"
Yi Yan was too lazy to answer, and just asked: "It just so happens that Tang Ban has no classes in the morning, are you going to the training ground?"
"Go! Go! Go!"
After packing up their things, the four-person group from dormitory 211 set off in a mighty manner.
When we arrived at the training ground, it was exactly nine o'clock.
"When the third team is established in the future, I will definitely be among the first batch to be specially recruited," Zhuge Xiao, who came to the training ground for the first time, looked around and envied the equipment used by the special action team for training. "Maybe I can even become the captain by then!"
"Is it so easy for you to be a captain?" Yan Beichen sneered.
Although he is also a member of the second team, his main responsibility is to drive the tank. The two desert tanks were just sent back to Earth for testing and maintenance this morning, which will be completed in about two hours, so he has no training arrangements until 11 o'clock in the morning.
"Face the reality, Zhuge Xiao," he said calmly, crossing his arms, "The gap between you and Brother Yi is bigger than the gap between a man and a dog. You should first think about how to keep those weeds alive."
"Hey, why do you always pick on people's weak spots?"
Seeing the two men arguing again, Gu Liangyi smiled helplessly and said to Yi Yan: "Then I'll go over there to find Instructor Jiao first. You guys can find a place to sit and rest over there."
"good."
There weren't many people called up today, only 20 ordinary combat members of the Special Action Team 2, not including technical members like Yan Beichen. And because Team 1 had just returned, Instructor Jiao mercifully gave them a day off.
Of course, Gu Liangyi is definitely not included.
When he came in front of Instructor Jiao, he was too guilty to even raise his head: "Jiao, Instructor Jiao, I'm here to report."
Instructor Jiao looked at him and snorted coldly.
He didn't say anything, but just asked him to stand in the line first.
Gu Liangyi had a feeling that he would have a miserable day today, but he still had a professional class in the afternoon. Instructor Jiao, considering that he was proficient in both literature and martial arts and had to occasionally work part-time to attend meetings with Principal Zong and others, should... not be too harsh on him, right?
While thinking guiltily, he walked to the end of the line and stood there.
Unexpectedly, before he could stand firmly, the tall young man next to him let out a loud nasal sound of dissatisfaction.
Gu Liangyi then realized that this person seemed to be the captain of the second team of the special operations group, the sophomore senior who Yan Beichen had mentioned disliked him very much, Wang Zichen.
...It's just bad luck.
Gu Liangyi smiled bitterly in his heart. When he heard Instructor Jiao say that there would be a one-on-one grappling competition this morning, his ominous premonition finally reached its peak at this moment.
This is the project he is least good at, no doubt about it.
He would rather run 2,000 meters!
Outside the training ground, Zhuge Xiao whistled as he watched the members of Team 2 busy laying out the mats: "Well, our little mascot is going to be in trouble."
Yan Beichen turned his head and asked Yi Yan: "Brother Yi, what is the level of the fourth brother in this aspect?"
Hearing this, Yi Yan was silent for a long time.
He seemed to be choosing his words, but sometimes silence itself is an answer.
"Okay, no need to say more. I already understand." Seeing that he was silent for longer and longer, Yan Beichen's expression gradually changed from confusion to sympathy. "But this can't be blamed on Gu Liang. Look at those people on the field. They are all a head taller than him. Even the girls have more muscles than him. Tsk tsk, this is not something that can be trained in a short time."
When assigning opponents, when Gu Liang saw Wang Zichen standing in front of him with a sullen face, not only did his expression not fluctuate at all, he even felt an exceptional tranquility in his heart.
In other words, it's the feeling of "Ah, as expected."
If Instructor Jiao said that this arrangement was not intentional, Gu Liang would never believe it even if he was beaten to death!
He knew that Instructor Jiao wanted them to get along well, and by the way, he wanted Wang Zichen, who had the best fighting skills in the second team, to coach him - other team members obviously did not have his level. But...
Watching Wang Zichen doing warm-up exercises with an expressionless face, Gu Liangyi had a deep suspicion that he would be beaten three-quarters to death as soon as he got on the court.
...The remaining quarter is for the sake of all mankind.
"Hahaha, Gu Liangyi's expression shows he has accepted his fate. He looks so unlucky."
"You have to accept your fate even if you don't want to. Instructor Jiao has been staring at him with a death ray hhhh"
"Alas, poor Demon Lord, his status has plummeted since he returned to the base camp. No one bows to him when he walks on the street. He still has to go to class, train, do homework, and light candles.jpg"
"The devil is furious! Why does he have to share the GPA with everyone else even though he's the savior?"
"Come on, Guliang! We are rooting for you! We are all your most loyal believers and will always follow the Demon God!"
"Why does Wang Zichen hate Gu Liang? I know about his mother, but it has nothing to do with Gu Liang. He is also a victim."
"Who knows... Sometimes people just vent their anger on others. There's a saying that goes 'care leads to confusion'. Humans still don't know the truth about the light screen, and since there's no one to hate, it's natural for them to blame Gu Liangyi."
"That's right. In fact, there are quite a few people like this here. It's useless to debate with them. Some people firmly believe that Gu Liangyi is the real disaster star. So many disasters that have occurred on Earth in recent times were caused by him."
"I've also met this kind of paranoid and crazy person. It's really disgusting. When Gu Liang was working hard, they turned a deaf ear and pretended not to see it. Once he showed a depressed and lonely mood, they started to scold him for being cowardly and unworthy. Please, if he doesn't deserve it, then you deserve it?"
"Yes, and he has done well enough!"
"It's so funny. If they were the ones to do it, humanity would have been extinct a long time ago, hahh."
"Before, I didn't understand why Gu Liang was the representative of civilization, and why he was so nervous and uneasy after being selected, and didn't show any happiness at all. Now I finally understand that this is not an honor at all, but a responsibility and burden that cannot be shaken off."
"But for the benefit of all mankind, there is nothing we can do. We can only let Gu Liang suffer for the time being."
"Alas... the more we talk, the more we digress. Let's just focus on this match. Do you want to make a bet? Come on, make your bets! I bet Gu Liang will lose in three minutes!"
"? Are you so confident in our weak little mascot? Forget it, I think he can only last a minute at most, no more!"
"Hahahaha, so Zhuge Xiaoqi's nickname is so deeply rooted in people's hearts. But I'll bet for a minute. I hope Wang Zichen will be gentler. Gu Liang is the type with thin skin and tender flesh. A slight pinch will probably leave a mark. If he gets hurt too hard, his body will probably be covered with bruises the next day. Hehehe."
"…tell me that I'm not the only one upstairs who wants to make things dirty."
"+1, you are definitely not the only one."
"Fuck, what kind of Princess and the Pea character is this? That's enough!"
On Earth, the topic of the live broadcast room has unknowingly spread far away.
But in the training grounds of the MoDa campus, this one-on-one fighting competition, called a "match" but actually a coaching match, has just begun.
"You all remember the rules, right?"
Although he had repeated it many times, facing a troublemaker like Wang Zichen, Instructor Jiao still repeated it again with concern: "Stop when you are done. Don't hurt anyone. This competition is mainly for you to learn something! Remember to practice the grappling and fighting techniques I taught you before."
"In short, be careful with your actions, do you hear me?"
When he said the last sentence, he basically stared at Wang Zichen.
Wang Zichen curled his lips, but still nodded.
"Got it, instructor," he said, "Shall we begin?"
"……OK."
Instructor Jiao moved down the mat to make room for them.
He raised his right hand and made a preparatory movement. Seeing this, Gu Liangyi and Wang Zichen also took their positions.
But in comparison, it was obvious that Gu Liangyi's body and expression were much more tense, while Wang Zichen's every move revealed a sense of carelessness. The wheat-colored muscles developed from years of exercise covered his exposed arms, which was similar to Yi Yan's type yet completely different.
If we use an animal analogy, Yi Yan is like a black panther lurking in the jungle, accustomed to hunting alone. He is a silent but explosive predator that can kill with one strike.
Wang Zichen is more like a wolf, ferocious and sharp, but also stubborn and protective. When hunting, he will use his wolf eyes to lock onto the flaws of his prey, ready to pounce and bite at any time. Once the fight begins, it will be a fight to the death.
On the field, Gu Liang, who was treated as a prey, swallowed his saliva subconsciously and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.
Instructor Jiao waved his hand suddenly:
"preparation--"
"start!!!"
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