behind the glitz of the net king

The bright white of summer and the gurgling wind drowned the dreams, and the sound of Long Yue closing the door made Chaobuki Zhichun reluctantly roll over, and slightly raised his eyes...

Ahhhhhhhhh Long Yue was gone, she got up immediately after realizing it, put on her school uniform in a hurry, and left without thinking about warming up the milk.

The half-mirror on the wall of the living room reflected her messy hair, and Zhao Fuzhichun was about to go berserk, "How did the hair turn into purple sauce!? Comb... Where is the comb?"

Seeing his jagged comb teeth, Chao Chui suddenly remembered that Long Yue had put her comb on her bedside table.When she knocked on the door, the door was only ajar, and her foot slipped on the tiles and slid straight through.

Chaobuki Naojun rubbed his sore buttocks, and was stunned when he saw the wet and sticky painting.The paints from the flipped boxes spread out or infiltrate.Uh, she, didn't mean to.

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"Hey, is this Yukimura?...Yes, yes, I am Naojun Asabuki, and Ban Yi may need your help with the painting."

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Echizen Longyue had intensive training in the afternoon, and her body seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun. In the end, it took a lot of effort to lift the lead-filled running shoes.

She always came in to train step by step, and kept the morning run as a habit until now.

And now she almost hates running, the sweat of Dou Da has almost exhausted her body's salt, so she can't stand the non-stop training.

One after another, girls collapsed from heatstroke and were helped to the infirmary.

But the coaches outside the runway didn't intend to call for a stop, and the usual amiable look was gone, replaced by stern reprimands and lessons.

Echizen Longyue stopped to wipe off the sticky sweat on his neck, lowered the weight tied to his calf, and met the coach's gaze in disobedience.

"This kind of training has no effect at all. We have already found our own suitable training methods."

There was a smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and some girls turned their eyes and looked secretly.The sharpness in the tone of Shenzong's training far suppressed the rebellious emotion in Echizen Longyue's eyes.

"It's just that you are too comfortable and what you have become! In Lihai University, there is no reason why you can't do things that are impossible. Otherwise, you don't want to participate in this competition!"

Echizen Long Yue could only see the shock on the faces of those who fell and struggled on the runway like a waterfall.

Without saying a word, Echizen Long Yue willingly accepted the corporal punishment of going around the playground a hundred times.

On the second lap of No. 40, the men's tennis team has finished training... On the first lap of No. 60, I saw Yukimura Seichi standing in the distance... On the first lap of No. 80, she staggered...

By the time she stumbled and finished the last lap, the lights were already on. She lay on the runway and covered the last lights with the back of her hand. Seeing Yukimura Seichi before might have been just a hallucination.

There was no echo of anyone in the emptiness around her, and she recalled the process of getting through the limit like a cocoon.

Echizen Long Yue seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her eyes were too lazy to do anything, and she was unwilling to think about anything.

She was still unwilling to lift her eyes when the hasty footsteps became more and more intense.

However, she spoke from the moonlight falling from her eyelashes, her voice was slightly cool, "It's not a good style to be sneaky."

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