Chapter 515 Happy Mid-Autumn Festival (4)
Chapter 515 Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~ (4)
"Stop whining, the high ground is going to be pushed off."
Candy looked at it, and it was true. The next moment, Tangtang immediately changed his words and said: "Sister, I take back what I said before, sister, you are still useful."
Zhou Yaling smiled triumphantly, "Otherwise, why I like playing Yaomeier is because I have plenty of time to observe the mini-map."
Tang Tang, who was guarding the Highland Tower for a while, was speechless, and even felt that what her sister said was so reasonable.
One night, Candy took her sister to play six games, and finally got two stars.
Failed, too failed.
"Why did you leave?"
On the bed, Candy directly turned off her phone and put it on the bedside table, squinting at her sister.
"Sister, don't you check what time it is, it's already early morning."
"Although Guo'er likes to sleep late, Guo'er doesn't want to be beaten for nothing."
"If you don't tell me, if my sister doesn't tell me, how will brother Ni know."
Candy smirked, "Sister, guess why I turned off my phone."
After speaking, Candy glanced at the smart watch on his hand.
It seemed that the reminder was not enough, Tang Tang simply lay down under the quilt, and said very calmly: "Zero, I'm going to bed."
In the next second, the lights in the room gradually dimmed, and finally returned to darkness.
In the darkness, only the light from Zhou Yaling's mobile phone screen illuminated Zhou Yaling's stunned face.
Zhou Yaling couldn't react at this time, so she was really a bit stupid.
Seeing Candy who had closed her eyes and slept, the corners of Zhou Yaling's mouth twitched.
The co-author and the little villain Zero are eavesdropping.
No wonder Candy was worried about being beaten.
What time did the little guy go to bed, the old man only needs to ask zero to know.
It was pitch black outside, and only two lights lit up in the small courtyard of each villa were dispelling the darkness.
On the roof of the villa, Hawkeye couldn't help but sneezed three times.
Rubbing his nose, Hawkeye pulled the zipper of the jacket tighter.
"Grandma, it's still cold at night."
"Should I send you a coat." Hawkeye grinned when he heard the captain's voice in the headset.
"That's a good relationship. It's so cold at night."
"I asked Peter Pan to give it to you."
"Thank you Captain, I'll treat you to a drink later."
However, there was no sound in the headset.
Hawkeye grinned, drinking alcohol is impossible, since the fifteen of them have not dared to drink a drop since they accepted the protection mission.
Afraid of getting drunk.
This is not alarmist talk, sometimes, it is such a coincidence that after drinking, emergencies are prone to occur.
This thing is like a curse.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from a distance, and Hawkeye reached out reflexively to catch the thrown object.
"Thank you, big sister."
When Hawkeye turned his head, there was no one behind him.
"It runs really fast."
One night, nothing happened.
But the more this is the case, the more the wild wolf and others dare not relax their vigilance every night.
No one thinks that those countries in the West will give up the technology of candy technology after failing twice.
There has been no movement for so long, maybe he is holding back some big moves.
In the early morning, Mo Jingchun started a new morning jog as usual.
The onlookers, Feiyan and others, watched the boss jogging there in the morning, with a little bit of admiration.
From being a late-stage patient with lazy cancer to now being able to insist on morning jogging on Saturdays, this willpower is still worthy of recognition.
After stuffing a whole tea egg into his mouth and chewing for a while, the wild wolf looked at the boss's footsteps thoughtfully.
Just when Feiyan and the others were chatting and laughing, the wild wolf suddenly said:
"From tomorrow, except for the snipers and observers on duty, everyone will run with the boss."
"The more people run, the more they can persevere."
More than half an hour later, Mo Jingchun was already dripping with sweat.
Mo Jingchun glanced at Peter Pan who deliberately lagged one step behind him, and Ling had no intention of telling him to stop.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Jingchun didn't stop when he passed the door, but continued to run forward resolutely.
Sweat dripped drop by drop, but Mo Jingchun felt more and more comfortable running.
It feels like every pore on the body is breathing.
No! Not feeling! And every pore in the whole body is indeed breathing.
That feeling is even more comfortable than soaking in hot springs.
Mo Jingchun couldn't remember how many laps he ran, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, as long as Zero didn't call to stop, he would keep running down.
Running and running, Mo Jingchun felt that his thighs were sore and heavy.
"Boss, you can stop."
God, after waiting for so long, I finally got this sentence.
Mo Jingchun, who stopped running, began to walk slowly, walking back without listening.
The clothes I just put on yesterday are all soaked.
It's a bit uncomfortable to stick on the body.
After watching the boss walk into the villa, Peter Pan touched the sweat on his forehead, smiled at the captain and said:
"Captain, the boss has something."
"People who usually run in the morning can't achieve this effect."
The wild wolf who stood motionless thinking about the problem was silent for a while, and then said in a flat tone:
"If you observe carefully, you will find that the boss's running movements are very standard, and more importantly, his breathing rhythm."
"It should be the simultaneous guidance of the artificial intelligence that has the effect we're seeing."
"Tomorrow, if you have a chance, you can try to follow the boss's breathing rhythm."
"But I suspect that rhythm is not suitable for us, more like a tailor-made breathing rhythm for the boss."
Peter Pan was taken aback for a moment, "So evil?"
"AI-enhanced supercomputers will produce many unexpected results."
The next day, Yelang and others ran with Mo Jingchun and tried the same rhythm, but they were exhausted.
Mo Jingchun just glanced in surprise at why everyone was running after him, but he didn't say anything.
That night, after dinner, Zhou Yaling called someone to move the table to the yard.
Inside the house, Candy and Mo Jingchun were watching TV.
After setting out the fruit plate, drinks, and several boxes of moon cakes, Zhou Yaling clapped her hands satisfied with her results.
"Candy, call your brother out to enjoy the moon."
"The moon is big and round tonight~"
On the sofa, Candy pushed his brother's arm.
"My brother's sister called us out to eat mooncakes."
Mo Jingchun nodded and said, "Go and put on a coat, let's go out to eat mooncakes."
"okay!"
Happy Candy bounces straight from the couch.
This frightened the bun lying on the sofa.
If it wasn't for being held down by Mo Jingchun's hand, Baozi would have jumped up in fright.
Under the moonlight, everyone was eating mooncakes and looking up at the white moon, wondering what they were thinking.
Only sweets are really tasting mooncakes.
Eat a bite of moon cakes, and then drink a drink, such days are better than living gods.
