The usually aloof Xia Qingkong revealed an angelic smile, though in Yin Zhu's eyes it was more like a devil's: "Didn't you do it yesterday? Try harder today, you can definitely do it. You're already stronger than last time."
"Then... huff... when... huff... can I finally rest?"
Remembering the promises An Zhi had made to her, Yin Zhu, while performing the prescribed actions, tried to get information from Xia Qingkong: "Didn't you say... phew... I could rest once the dungeon closed?"
"There are still some chosen ones who haven't come out yet. Don't worry, we'll definitely give you seven days of rest."
Xia Qingkong looked up at the clock hanging in the gym, a digital clock accurate to the millisecond, and her smile vanished without a trace: "Keep going, 3 minutes left."
...
Sometimes, high-intensity exercise can indeed impair a person's thinking ability.
So Yin Zhu didn't realize that she had been tricked by the think tank's wordplay, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.
"What! Only four days left?!"
Yin Zhu, who arrived at the gym early in the morning, immediately broke down.
"How could you treat me like this?!" Yin Zhu angrily rebuked Xia Qingkong, who sighed and said, "The boss said to stay for seven days. You've already played for two days since you came back, and spent another whole day with the Chosen Ones from the Sakura Kingdom. Add the remaining four days, and it'll be exactly seven days, right?"
"Xiaxia! You guys have gone too far!"
Overwhelmed with sorrow, Yin Zhu suddenly felt the urge to put on a melodramatic performance, but she was facing the most indifferent and ruthless member of Group A.
Xia Qingkong patted her head and stiffly comforted her, "Don't cry, but could you please stop calling me Xiaxia?"
“No, if I call you Kongkong, I’ll think of my favorite male god, Sun Wukong.” Yin Zhu was interrupted and immediately put aside the less important sob story. She explained seriously, “But the name Qingqing doesn’t match your aura. It sounds too weak.”
“My ‘Qing’ is the ‘Qing’ in ‘clear sky, ten thousand miles,’ meaning that even if you combine two skies, there’s nothing weak about it.” Xia Qingkong rarely showed a genuine smile. “Congratulations, you’re finally free today.”
Yin Zhu sighed, stretched her arms, and flashed a bright smile.
Fortunately, she still has three days to rest.
The next morning, Anzhi opened the meeting room door, preparing to work with the members of Group A to make some necessary preparations for the new instance.
Inside the room, Yin Zhu sat in the seat that had been reserved for her but had remained empty.
Several members of Group A were nearby. When they saw An Zhi enter, they immediately lowered their heads and scurried back to their seats, saying, "Boss, you're here."
"Aren't you going to rest?" An Zhi was somewhat surprised to see Yin Zhu here.
After all, Yin Zhu had run out and spun around several times yesterday morning after learning that she was finally free, and then excitedly went back to her room to play the games she hadn't finished before.
"No need, I already finished that game yesterday." Yin Zhu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "I just wanted to sit in and listen, since I'll be the one going into the dungeon, and I can't just go in completely clueless every time."
"Today we'll mainly discuss what the sixth copy might look like and make some contingency plans."
Anzhi placed the documents in her hand on the table.
"To be honest, even with just three reminders, you can't do much..." Yin Zhu muttered softly.
Sitting to Yin Zhu's left, Han Jiuying, mindful of the proper distance between men and women, avoided any physical contact with her. She simply smiled and gently tapped the table with her hand: "The Chosen Ones may not need this, but we can't not do it. Otherwise, if the Chosen Ones need off-site clues and we can't provide them, this think tank might as well disband on the spot."
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