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It was fleeing.

Sitting in the vacant Archimedes system, Yao An admitted this without much effort in front of the clean white metal frame.

At that time, he dodged the mobile phone handed by his grandma more savagely than he had imagined. When he fell down the steps, he hit the water urn, and broke into the night regardless of the soaked cuffs and the call behind him.

How embarrassing.

He lay down, grasped the upper rigid handle, and lifted his upper body. Since the lumbar spine was pulled by the elastic belt, he had to use several times more force than normal training to make himself hang in the air.

Pang Sheng walked in and judged the scene in front of him: a therapist was injuring himself.

"Kang Dang", the sudden loss of strength caused Yao An to slam into the treatment bed, the slanted back of the bed rebounded strongly, his upper body hit back a little in the air and then fell, replaced by a burning pain below his shoulders.

The culprit, Pang Sheng, held the carabiner that was originally attached to his waist, threw it in a circle, and asked, "Are you awake?"

Yao An loosened the sling and frowned: "I'm testing the treatment plan."

"How did the test change from walking upright to hemiplegia?" Pang Sheng hung the buckle back on the copper net, stepped forward and pushed the heavy 5KG sandbag on his waist, "What's the cramp in the morning?"

"I have a sense of proportion." Yao An swung him away, and half of the weight belt was uncovered, and his hands couldn't use his strength.

"If you're not dislocated, just have fun." Pang Sheng helped him, "Tomorrow's Moments hit is because our star rehabilitator is accidentally disabled for medical progress."

Yao An snorted, withdrew his legs, and shook the back of the bed.

Pang Sheng took advantage of the situation and sat aside, looking at the beads of sweat falling from his temples. This is still in an air-conditioned room, and he is capable.

Yao An raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong?"

"Brother Qi asked me to call you out, let's hang out together." Brother Qi is their boss, and he is not too old, so they all shouted that.As Pang Sheng said, he took out a flamboyant blowjob from his coat pocket, from which he could glimpse the impetuousness outside the door.

"I won't go." Yao An refused sharply.

"You're too—uninteresting." Pang Sheng yelled at him, "It's a rare Tuesday when there are not many patients, a rare 520, and a rare boss who has received a certificate and invites you to eat snacks."

"Isn't the boss gone?" Yao An got up and began to put the accessories and tools back one by one.

"The boss is gone, but the atmosphere is still there." Pang Sheng put the blown roll into his mouth, and blew out a string of colored bars in a beep.

Yao An took off the fast pulley and said, "What kind of atmosphere do you pay attention to in 520 alone, is it a masochistic atmosphere?"

"You don't have to be so blunt." Pang Sheng had a headache, "Aren't you single too, you hurt your enemy a thousand and yourself a thousand."

The sound of metal knocking on the grid bit by bit, Yao An turned his back and did not respond.

"Forget it, forget it." Pang Sheng compromised as usual, "Come out and take some photos for us, and also edit them into your Kusou official account, let the big guy leave a memory of the head office."

Yao An hung up the last bundle of blue ropes, then turned his head and walked out the door, answering him personally.

"Wait a minute!" Pang Sheng rushed up and pushed the door shut again, before Chui Long could take it from his mouth.

Yao An turned his face to avoid the string of colored tongues: "So what?"

"There's something more important." Pang Sheng put aside the toys, and changed into a tone of discussing serious matters.

Yao An put his hand in his coat pocket: "Say."

"The swimming team at the sports school next door is going abroad for training and needs a rehabilitation therapist. Our boss is a specially hired expert, and we still need two assistants." Pang Sheng winked, "One is me, and the other is who do you think it is?"

Yao An leaned against the door, too lazy to cooperate with him: "Someone with more qualifications, why is it my turn."

"Aren't you from the swimming team?" Pang Sheng put his elbow on his shoulder, "Besides, it's not a bad thing. If you are treated with the team, your salary will definitely go up."

"No, trouble." Yao An was not enthusiastic.

"It's troublesome." Pang Sheng persuaded, "Sports teams don't necessarily have more troubles than recovery rooms. Besides, the boss is watching, and all the basic necessities of life are covered by us. It's a good deal to go abroad for free. .”

"It's worth staying a few more days." Yao An brushed him away, "Remember to bring some souvenirs back."

"How can you rely on ignorance? What a great opportunity. No one else wants to go. The boss thinks highly of you." Pang Sheng was still persuading him.

"Thanks to the wrong love." Yao An put on the doorknob, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for him to stop.

Pang Sheng choked for a long time, and finally had no choice but to thrust his waist and step aside, furious and helpless: "You are really hopeless."

Yao An didn't respond. He opened the door, lifted his foot, and leaned forward until he heard another muttering behind him: "If you don't go, you won't go. France is such a good place..."

With a "click", the door handle rebounded from his jaws, Yao An turned his head slowly, and confirmed dryly: "Where are you talking?"

"Just here."

In the open-air tavern in the afternoon, the blue surface facing the river rippled, and on the railings decorated on the side of the ship, many small flags fluttered in the wind.

Hearing this sentence, the man let out an "ah", threw away the "seed", and thumped his printed scarf in dissatisfaction.

There was a painted African chessboard on the table, and the field that belonged to him was almost bare, and the "seed" was eaten by the opponent again.

"Seed" rolled on the oak tabletop, and reached another slender hand opposite.Yao Jianqi picked it up with two fingers, it was a shell that was used as a pawn, like a lover's faded lips.

"I'm willing to bet, no matter which latitude I'm at!" Da Ling swayed on the high stool to the right of Yao Jianqi, happily waving the fisherman's hat she found in a vintage shop.

"Oh, this..." The man is obviously still deep in frustration with the same size as his body, but he still has the demeanor of defeat, "Of course, I would like to accept the bet, just like at the beginning, all your wine is on my head superior."

"Oh!" Da Ling jumped off the high stool, "Someone's wallet is about to suffer."

Yao Jianqi picked the chess pieces into various pits, fiddled with them a few times, the shells nibbled at him softly.

"Your African chess is very good. You even won three games. It seems that I have overestimated my capabilities?" the man said sincerely.

"It's just a game." Yao Jianqi said.

The man looked at him, smiled boldly, and got up: "Tell me, what do you want to drink?"

"Armagniac!" Da Ling was very excited, "and Captain Morgan, rum must be eaten with ice cream, I think, and..."

"Then the first one." Yao Jianqi interrupted, turning his face towards Daling at the same time, "I have to see the transportation company in the afternoon."

Da Ling was obviously overjoyed, and had completely put the matter behind her, she cursed "Damn", and tried again: "You know, I've never been bad at drinking, just one drink is too small to look down on me. "

"It's not negotiable." Yao Jianqi closed the wooden box, nodded to the man, "Thank you."

The man looked at them back and forth, Da Ling rolled his eyes but didn't know what to do, but Yao Jianqi didn't care, whoever said it was clear at a glance.

"Okay." The man smiled, and asked Yao Jianqi, "What about you, what do you need?"

Yao Jianqi's screen was on, with a gray-green interface. He clicked in and out, several times, to see the date on the screen.

"Diet soda is fine," he said.

"A glass of soda?" the man asked back, "Are you sure?"

Looking at the screen, Yao Jianqi parted his lips clearly, moved his thumb, and left his seat with a casual affirmation.

"Your friend is really disrespectful." The man sighed behind his back.

Da Ling smiled happily, as if he had a heart-to-heart, he propped his chin, and blinked quietly with his thumb in the corner of his mouth.

"That's not true." Da Ling looked at the person facing the river, thought about it luxuriously, and shook his head, "You won't understand."

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