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On the slope of the mine pit, facing the quiet night sky in the west, the dark and red beast city was behind, the starlight on the sky in the Donglin District was as dim as if there were endless layers of yarn, covering the top of the atmosphere. In such a dim and changing environment, Xu Le's blurred figure was constantly twisting and stretching, following some determined routines, he stretched his feet, twisted his waist, sinked his body, punched, turned his wrist, and handed his elbow...

Feng Yu looked at him calmly without saying a word. It has been more than a year since the boy has memorized this set of actions, without any mistakes, and even the angle of the fingertips dragged downwards will not deviate a minute.

This set of movements that seem uncomplicated are obviously not considered gymnastics, because the routines seem a bit scattered and the movements are too slow, which is more like a dance. The problem is that compared with the famous celebrities of Shanglin Song and Dance Troupe, this dance seems too stiff.

Raw is not astringent, but raw and cooked. Xu Le's movements have a bloody feeling, which has not been roasted by fire, and is extremely difficult to chew.

Hard is not stiff, but the reinforced plexiglass used in the operating room as the surface of the knife, and it is like the endless stones under the Donglinxing turf, which are blindly hard, and every move is so straightforward.

This set of "stiff" dance was broken down, with roughly ten movements, each of which was stepping out in the opposite direction. After Xu Le carefully retracted his stepping right foot and squatted up in a strange posture, the set of movements was completely over.

It doesn't look complicated and the amount of exercise is not very large, but Xu Le's face is covered with a layer of hot steam, and a blush seeps out under the night sky of Donglin District. Sweat soaks his back and drips down the corner of his tight vest. It can be seen that just such a short time of movement has made him put in a lot of energy.

Xu Le breathed slowly and couldn't speak for a long time. The boy's body, which seemed a little thin, seemed to be full of hidden power and his lines were very beautiful. I don't know what this body would look like after he was completely adult in a few years.

Staying silent is not only because of fatigue, but also because the more than 600 muscles in the body are completely occupied by a sore feeling, which makes Xu Le not even willing to move a little finger. Every myofibril seems to be breathing, expanding, and rubbing at this moment - just like the friction between metal and porcelain stone, making teeth sore and painful.

After being sad, there was a completely spontaneous tremor, as if rising from Xu Le's heart, and following the path of muscles and nerves and connective tissues, it kept spreading around, shaking every tiny body along the way, causing the exposed skin to begin to protrude into small protrusions, and then disappear, as if there was an invisible force sliding on his skin.

The trouser legs began to tremble on the windless night, covering up the truth that his legs kept shaking.

Xu Le didn't understand why the muscles would heat up on their own and had the illusion of friction, and he didn't know that it was because the myofibrils in the human body were originally composed of two filamentous proteins that were entangled together. Of course, he wouldn't know why these muscles trembled, what they mean, and what their use was... He just remembered what the repair shop owner said, and had to remember these pains in his heart, and he had to write down this path of soreness and trembling.

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After changing out of his sweaty clothes, taking a shower, Xu Le, who was refreshing, climbed up the mine again with his head down, and sat next to Feng Yu weakly, his face turned pale, and he looked like he was seriously ill. Feng Yu ignored him, but just looked at the crystal screen on his knees casually. A faint blue light radiated on his face, which made the repair shop owner's face look a bit cold and feminine.

"It is impossible to confirm whether Bao Longtao recognized me on the Internet." Xu Le said tiredly. He glanced at the familiar light blue interface, and let the boy know that the boss secretly invaded the federal police system today. Last time he asked Li Wei's orphans to help on Zhonglou Street. It was precisely because the two people above the head of the mine had already investigated all the inside information about the governor's office and the police station.

The person who can invade the official intranet system is of course not a simple person, but this seemingly ordinary repair shop owner will occasionally bring such surprises to Xu Le in the past two years, so he is not very surprised, anyway, it is not a surprise.

Sometimes Xu Le would guess what big mistake the boss made in the army that way, so that talents like this would become deserters. In the past two years, he has always felt unreal, and always felt that he had met a powerful figure hidden in the market, which was too much like a play performed in a movie or TV series, which was really believable.

The boy didn't want to inquire about the boss's past. On the one hand, it was because he was really not interested. He just wanted to learn knowledge about mechanics. Sometimes he was a little wary and afraid of Uncle Feng Yu's mystery, and always felt like he was mistakenly entering the thief's cave. On the other hand, it was because Xu Le was very good at looking at people. In addition to the calmness that Feng Yu admired the most, the life of an orphan made Xu Le develop the ability to observe words and expressions. He knew that the boss of the repair shop next to him seemed harmless, but in fact there were cold tones hidden in his bones that no one could erase.

In other words, Xu Le knew that Uncle Feng Yu was a ruthless and cold-blooded person, and he didn't want to take risks with his life.

"The News and Production Department of Hexi Prefecture Television Station have started working. It seems that the regional committee and the people behind the governor will also fight." Feng Yu looked at the words and pictures flashing on the crystal screen and said with a smile: "Bao Longtao couldn't care about it at this time, how could he think of you, a little orphan?"

If ordinary people hear the conversation between the two, they may think that the two people in the repair shop will lead to a parade on the Bell Tower Street, which will hide a huge political conspiracy. However, Xu Le knew that the middle-aged men beside him had no interest in these upper-level things at all, and they were just small people themselves, and they could fan the flames, but it was a way to die if they really came into contact with these.

The familiar music sounded, and the familiar purple-haired girl on the screen appeared on the crystal screen. The middle-aged man and the boy sitting on the hillside kept their mouths at the same time, and began the most important leisure activities every night, accompanied by waves of saliva and admiration.

Under the extremely light and light red background, the invisible radio waves, signals, and radio frequencies kept crossing, and the invisible lines eventually turned into pictures of different colors, entering thousands of households in the Donglin District, entering the eyes of countless people, enriching their dreams.

A dark red line passed through the night sky, with a faint roar of the air, probably the military region's fewer and fewer semi-outer space patrols. Several wild black cats were hiking around in the natural rock tunnel under the electronic wall, looking at the first charter of mankind as nothing, gathering in the direction of the abandoned mine, happily looking for the food residue left by the two humans.

A wild cat was holding a few strands of beef in his mouth and raised his head in confusion, looking at the two figures on the mine pit who were still lonely.

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Chapter completed!