Author: Only the pen is cool

Zhao Wenmin took medicine, took off her makeup, and applied medicine again, and then she took the opportunity to get close to the staff while casually observing the situation in the live broadcast room.

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With the golden sun shining above her head, Mao Yuning felt that her head was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. But when she saw the squad leader in front of her, his breathing was steady and his pace was even, she quickly calmed down, adjusted her breathing, and followed him steadily.

The two monitors, one on the left and one on the right, raised their eyebrows secretly when they saw Mao Yuning following behind them. Did this girl really not receive special training?

You must know that they persist and train hard day after day, so that they can move forward quickly under the scorching sun.

Fifteen minutes later, the two monitors and Mao Yuning stopped at their destination.

The two monitors stood upright and strong, breathing calmly, with sweat sliding down their cheeks.

Mao Yuyuan stood aside, his breath slightly turbulent, but he still managed not to gasp for breath. Anyone who knows sports knows that gasping for breath is an incorrect way to breathe. Mao Yuning, who comes from a martial arts family, knows better.

Arriving next were the three male team members and Zhang Lin.

Ye Mingchen persisted, but did not make it to the finish line. He fainted halfway and was helped into the car to rest.

When the group of people arrived at their destination neatly, it was already more than twenty minutes later.

The instructor walked steadily to Mao Yuning.

Mao Yuning thought something had gone wrong and quickly stood up straight, as if waiting for criticism.

The instructor said seriously: "Mao Yuning, it's amazing that you persisted."

This persistence meant that she kept up with the speed of the two squad leaders, instead of arriving at the destination like Zhang Lin and others.

A qualified player is one who does not drag down the team members.

Mao Yuning stood up straight and replied: "It's not a big deal to report to the instructor."

She responded magnanimously, without any trace of pride, and anyone could see that she was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

The instructor nodded and asked, "Do you usually have the habit of long-distance running?"

Mao Yuning thought for a while before answering: "My father is a descendant of a martial arts family. Although he has not accepted a disciple for many years, he has always been very strict with me, so..."

The instructor understood. It turned out that he was a well-founded player, not bad.

Zhao Wenmin got out of the car, holding two bottles of mineral water in her hand, one for Zhang Lin and one for Mao Yuning. Her face, which had taken off her makeup, was pale and weak, and the acne on her face was even more shocking because of the scorching sun.

The red color looks very scary and makes people feel more distressed.

She said apologetically: "I'm sorry everyone, I was the one who held you back today, and I will definitely not do it next time."

Although he was apologizing to everyone, those big, weak eyes were staring at Mao Yuning.

The opinions of Zhao Wenmin in the live broadcast room suddenly decreased a lot, and they all said:

[Zhao Wenmin is completely bare-faced. Her face is so allergic that it hurts just looking at it.]

[The allergy is so severe, but I still want to try my best to complete the filming. Even though I can’t bear the allergy due to the scorching sun and high temperature, I don’t complain about my grievances, but express my apology to everyone. Everyone scolds her. I wonder if you could do this if you were yourselves.

, maybe her mentality collapsed when her face was full of allergies and acne, not to mention she is a female artist.]

【……】

Mao Yuning looked at the mineral water in her hand, then at Zhao Wenmin's charming eyes, and smiled: "Can't you unscrew it?"

She unscrewed the mineral water bottle with a snap, stuffed it back into her hand, and turned away confidently: "You're welcome."

Zhao Wenmin stood there in astonishment. Before she could explain, Mao Yuning had already taken out her luggage bag, took out a water bottle, raised her head and took a sip of water, sweat sliding down her slender neck.

Zhao Wenmin secretly clenched her fists. She didn't know whether Mao Yuning did it on purpose or what, and why every time she reacted, she felt like her fists were hitting cotton.

Netizens in the live broadcast room did not expect such a reversal, and they all marveled at Mao Yuning's brain circuit:

[Haha, Zhao Wenmin is confused. Am I so weak that I can’t even unscrew a spring water bottle???]

[Maomao probably reacted like this because he saw how weak Zhao Wenmin was. 】

[Don’t tell me, if a little white flower brings me mineral water with a sick look on her face, I will subconsciously think that she wants me to help twist the bottle cap. I am a woman, haha, Maomao is also a straight woman.]

【……】

Zhao Wenmin held the bottle of mineral water and did not feel depressed for too long, quickly following behind Mao Yuning.

Her height of 1.65 meters made her look extremely thin against the backdrop of Mao Yuning. Some people even knocked on the couple's CP.

If Mao Yuning knew that the two of them had evolved from a control group to a combined CP, he would probably be amazed by the netizens' imagination:

What is CP or not? The two of them definitely do not have such a harmonious relationship. Zhao Wenmin approached her, obviously looking for an opportunity to kill her!

However, because of the reminder from the dream, she had already taken precautions against Zhao Wenmin and would never let her succeed.

Under the leadership of the instructor, the group of people came to a tall and blocked gate. There was no guard at the door. The instructor stood at the door and opened his eyes wide at the screen lock. It turned out to be advanced pupil recognition technology.

Soon an emotionless mechanical voice sounded: "Welcome old friends back to the secret training base."

The moment the sound rang out, the iron door opened instantly in a respectful gesture.

The instructor waved them in.

Everyone looked around curiously.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were no less curious than them, and they all speculated about this secret training base:

[I heard that the international special forces assessment and training takes place in M ​​state. Could it be this kind of secret training base? 】

[This is the M State training ground. When I just passed the checkpoint, the staff member had an M State accent.]

[If it is really an international training ground, then this show will be the ceiling of variety shows.]

[Because of this high level of style, I also want to finish watching the show.]

It was very empty inside, and occasionally foreigners passed by, but they didn't pay much attention to them.

The instructor took them to one of the buildings and reassured everyone: "It's safe here. You don't have to worry. In addition to the cruel rules of the game, no one will touch you in the base."

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt a little confused: "..."

"Instructor, what's the competition here?" a male team member asked curiously.

Mao Yuyuan remembered that he was an athlete by profession and had won many medals in many international competitions. His name was Zhou Yang.

Instructor: "There are many kinds, such as common shooting competitions, boxing, fencing, wrestling, etc."

"Also, in addition to the competitions organized by organized teams, there are also group competitions. If you win, you can get huge bonuses, so this is a place where mercenaries often come."

He said it without any concealment, just to make everyone believe that it was indeed safe here, but also very dangerous. As long as they abide by the rules, no one would dare to touch them.
Chapter completed!