Mo Yi stretched out his palm and pulled the towel beside him. His stiff fingers trembled unconsciously, sinking deeply into the snow-white fluff on the surface of the towel, and mechanically wiped his cold, sweaty forehead.
He was gasping for breath, his pale face was smeared with abnormal flush, and his eye sockets were also slightly red, making his eyes look darker and colder than water.
The jet-black forehead hair was wet on his cheeks, and Mo Yi's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, looking like a fish out of strength and out of water.
A bottle of water was handed over from the side. Mo Yi glanced at it, said "Thank you" hoarsely, and then took the water glass.
Shen Lei stared at Mo Yi gravely, with his fingers on the equipment at the side, his face was a bit dignified.
As the fitness coach and nutritionist of these two people, he never gives them exercise that exceeds his physical limit, especially for Mo Yi. He focuses on conditioning and supplements training, and keeps the intensity of fitness to a minimum. Strengthening physical fitness is the main purpose.
But still not working.
He is not like Wang Zezhi who thinks about how to be lazy and slippery all day long. Mo Yi has always been very cooperative. He seldom complains about how hard and tiring fitness is, and he will strictly follow the recipes and schedules that Shen Lei customized for him. He is the most amazing A worry-free student, but just... no results.
Mo Yi's weakness seemed to be brought out from his bones.
Shen Lei frowned, stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand to support Mo Yi who was shaking a bit.
The arm under the palm was as thin as a thin layer of flesh, and the skin of the tentacles was so cold that he was shocked. There was no heat after exercise, but like ice cubes coming out of an ice cellar.
Shen Lei's fingertips trembled, he still remembered Mo Yi's answer when he asked about this matter.
Mo Yi just smiled slightly, and then said casually: "It's just a congenital deficiency."
At that time, Shen Lei was still worried, so he dragged Mo Yi to the hospital for a full set of check-ups—it was not healthy, and there was no serious problem, no different from a frail modern person.
But... Why didn't the plan he customized for Mo Yi have much use
Shen Lei couldn't help but fell into deep doubts about his professionalism.
Mo Yi had already regained his strength at this moment, he pulled his arm out of Shen Lei's hand, he smiled, his face was still as pale as paper: "I'm much better."
Shen Lei withdrew his palm, his face was still full of worry, he stood beside Mo Yi with his arms crossed, and said to him:
"I'll take you to an old Chinese doctor tomorrow, maybe I can give you some treatment."
Mo Yi's whole body froze, and the demeanor that looked pale but easy to handle just now disappeared completely.
There was a forced smile on his face, and his voice was light and ethereal:
"...Brother Shen, can you go?"
Shen Lei shook his head coldly: "No, do you want to be weak for the rest of your life?"
At this moment, Mo Yi has recovered from the loss of strength just now. He restrained the emotions that were released just now, and regained the previous calm on his face, but nodded helplessly:
"… All right."
This matter is equivalent to settling down.
Mo Yi went to the bathroom and took a brief shower. He wiped his body and changed his clothes before coming out. He happened to see a familiar car parked outside the villa.
He paused, then quickly packed up some belongings around him, said goodbye to Shen Lei, and left the room covered in moisture.
The early summer sun had already begun to scorching hot, hanging in the air dazzlingly and brilliantly, and quickly steamed away the remaining moisture on Mo Yi's body.
He opened the door, stretched his long legs, and sat in the car familiarly.
The car is filled with a faint smell of tobacco, the windows are wide open, the fragrance of sunlight and grass is sent into the car by the warm wind, and it mixes into a complex and clear smell, which is not unpleasant.
Jiang Yuanrou pinned the wavy curly hair behind her ears with her fingers, looked at Mo Yi with light brown eyes, and smiled slightly at him: "I heard from Shen Lei that you are finished, so I will take you along the way." One ride."
Mo Yi nodded, his tone was gentle and concerned: "How was your rest last night? Don't you drive tired?"
Jiang Yuanrou paused slightly when he started the vehicle, his drooping eyelashes trembled, then he raised his eyes as usual, and looked at Mo Yi with a smile:
"It got better after the sound disappeared. This is the deepest sleep I've slept in these two days."
Mo Yi turned his head and stared at Jiang Yuanrou for a while, and found that she was indeed in a more energetic state, and the black and blue under her eyes were not as deep as yesterday.
The car started slowly and accelerated smoothly, the warm wind with the smell of early summer blowing inward along the open window, the warm sun flowing inward from the front of the car, quietly shining on Mo Yi's pale side face On the ground, it added a little boyish anger to him.
Jiang Yuanrou glanced at Mo Yi's slightly damp hair, and thoughtfully helped him close the car window halfway.
Mo Yi, whose eyelids were half closed, noticed Jiang Yuanrou's movements, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Jiang Yuanrou.
I saw that she was staring intently at the road ahead, her slender hands firmly holding the steering wheel.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have noticed Mo Yi's gaze, glanced at Mo Yi hastily, and then asked suddenly:
"Last night... why didn't you let me open the copy of the membership test right away?"
After Mo Yi returned home last night, he quickly sent Jiang Yuanrou a message, asking her to choose "Temporarily off". And just after she said her choice, the voice that had been tirelessly harassing her for several days disappeared immediately, and finally gave her peace.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes again, and the focus of his eyes fell on the orange spot of sunlight on his knees. With a calm and unpredictable face, he said:
"Yuan Bai didn't ask your opinion at the beginning, so it is very likely that he was misled by the information of the game, so it is very likely that he also chose not to open it immediately... Since we are going to find him and make the same choice, the chances of meeting him It can be even higher."
Jiang Yuanrou also thought of this point, after all, she knew her brother very well, and could almost guess the choice he made back then.
But... Their hope of finding Jiang Yuanbai was mainly pinned on the items redeemed from the store, not on the option to open the membership test copy.
And more importantly, last night, Mo Yi said that he chose "start directly" last time.
Then it must be safer to make the same choice this time.
After all—he survived the last dungeon.
And the reason why Jiang Yuanrou was willing to pay such a high price to ask Mo Yi for help was because he was the only person she knew who survived the membership test dungeon.
Jiang Yuanrou turned the question around in his heart, and then swallowed it back into his stomach, whether he didn't ask it or not.
—Since she has made a choice, she should naturally trust the other party's judgment.
not to mention…
Jiang Yuanrou subconsciously glanced at Mo Yi who was taking a nap on the co-pilot 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, which moved rapidly backwards with the speed of the car like a stream of water, looking peaceful and harmonious.
Jiang Yuanrou looked away and took a deep breath.
With the keen sense she has developed over the years in the business field and the sixth sense born by women, she can clearly feel it—every time she enters the copy and exits, Mo Yi will become a little different.
It was like looking directly at the cold blade being slowly pulled out of the simple and ordinary scabbard. The sharp cold light left stinging marks on her retina, bringing physiological pain and stimulation to the nerves.
She felt that even Mo Yi himself was not aware of these changes.
She is very good at judging the situation, so she smoothly handed over the initiative in her hands.
But only she herself knows how the current Mo Yi brings her a sense of oppression like that of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
The vehicle slowly slowed down downstairs in Mo Yi's apartment, and Mo Yi opened his eyes almost at the same moment the vehicle stopped:
"arrive?"
Jiang Yuanrou nodded, and Mo Yi opened the door and got out of the car. The sun was shining brightly, turning his black hair into a light golden brown. He was forced to squint his eyes by the dazzling sun, and his fair face seemed to be shining .
Mo Yi smiled at Jiang Yuanrou, then waved:
"Thank you, be careful on the road."
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 unlocked the door, changed into slippers at the entrance and walked into the house.
I saw Wen Chen sitting on the sofa, concentrating on the tablet in his hand—it was given to him by Mo Yi a few days ago when he was worried that he would be bored. He has a strong learning ability and quickly understood how to use it.
Mo Yi was a little curious. He walked over to Wen Chen and sat down next to Wen Chen with his slippers on. Then he looked at the content on the tablet.
A TV series is being played lively on the tablet.
The heroine is standing wet in the rain and crying with pear blossoms in the rain. The camera cuts to the male protagonist with the same sad face. He is staring at the photo of the heroine on the lit phone screen and weeping silently. The background music is playing sadly. Those who are sad to see cry.
Mo Yi glanced at Wen Chen with a strange face, and saw that his face was calm and serious, as if he was studying some academic topic seriously.
So... how many hours a day can become a reality, he actually used it to chase Korean dramas
At this moment, an email seemed to be sent from the mailbox, and it jumped out on the tablet—it was a reminder of tomorrow's schedule from Shen Lei:
See Chinese medicine.
Mo Yi's face twisted instantly.
Wen Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, his brows raised slightly: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi's face was painful and desperate, and he squeezed out a few weak syllables word by word from his teeth:
"—I hate traditional Chinese medicine."