Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

After a few minutes, he didn't see any strenuous state. It was obviously not a whim, but a long-term persistence.

Such a slender figure and the well-proportioned muscles exposed on the forearm are obviously not obtained by eating some muscle-enhancing protein powder, but formed by long-term good habits.

The other party wore earphones on his ears, and his expression was relaxed. Ten minutes was enough for sweat to seep out and stain his eyelashes with the blink of an eye.

The sweat that slid from his forehead meandered along his cheeks, condensed on the chin along the very sharp jaw, and then dripped down.

Cen Ao frowned slightly, and when he looked away, he felt that his focus was not right.

Thoughts are empty, but in a certain empty corner, such a scene seems to be printed there.

Shen Chun didn't have any distractions. At 45 minutes, he slowed down and took off his earphones while walking steadily: "Captain, it's seven o'clock."

Cen Ao suddenly came back to his senses, and when he met the other party's smiling eyes, he responded and also slowed down.

"Drink some water." Cen Ao took the cup and handed it to Shen Chun, "Salt water, drink slowly."

"Thank you, captain." Shen Chun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked out of the gym with him.

When I went upstairs, the doors of the next few rooms opened, and it was already past seven o'clock.

Xi Long yawned, leaning against the door, squinting her eyes as if she could fall asleep again at any time, and said in a daze when she saw Cen Ni: "Good morning, captain, brother Shen, are you up too?"

Ding Xuan was quite sober, but he was silent for a while when he saw the figures walking one after the other: "What time did you get up?"

Forget about the captain, what about the new team members!

How can old members like them live if they are so introverted?

"Six o'clock." Cen Ao said.

"It's so early." Ding Xuan said, "So is Shen Chun?"

"En." Shen Chun replied.

Ding Xuan: "..."

Is it human?