Early in the morning, at five o'clock, Yue Santie finished washing up and habitually came to Mo Datong's room, knocking on the door: "Boss, time for morning exercises."
The door slid open, and Mo Datong grinned while punching the other guy: "Kid, give them a break today."
Yue Santie suddenly patted his forehead in realization: "I forgot the intensive training ended, look at my memory, could this be a sign of premature senility?"
"You're showing signs of senility at 24? I think you're just fine." Mo Datong closed the door: "Since you're here, join me for a morning workout."
Yue Santie looked around mysteriously and lowered his voice: "Boss, we're about to leave, what are you planning to do about Lin Lan's matter?"
"You sure have a lot of concerns, let's go, 10 laps around the field plus 200 push-ups, see who finishes first." Mo Datong walked while stretching his limbs to warm up.
"You're on, you think I'm scared of you?"
"One, two, three, four!"
