Watching Pei Yan suddenly leap seven or eight floors high and then fall back down repeatedly, as if playing on a trampoline, Wang Wenze was dumbfounded, "This definitely isn't Pei Yan!"
The ability to perform such an action wasn't worth his reaction; many present, including Pei Yan himself, could do it, but only in a mechanical state. Currently, Pei Yan was entirely in a physical state.
The crowd watched numbly as Lin Junzhao made Pei Yan perform various extraordinary warm-up exercises in the arena. Jiang Feiyang leaned against the corridor railing, somewhat relaxed, "Why is that woman doing so many exercises with Pei Yan's body? Is she planning a hook-up tonight?"
"Alright, be content! I'd be thrilled if he exercised all day here!" Ye Jiumu said, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. But before he could light it, he froze on the spot, the cigarette slipping from his lips.
The moment before he spoke, Pei Yan, who was in the center of the square exercising, vanished...
