Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

"Have you finished the warm-up? Then let's run."

Ji Feng jumped on his tiptoes and started to lead the way.

Yang Ling'er wore a black sportswear and threw her ponytail, which had just grown to her shoulders, behind her. She followed Ji Feng.

Two old men were playing chess by the flowerbed without a single flower. One was missing a leg and the other was missing an arm.

"Lao Liu, playing chess, what are you looking at?" The old man with the missing leg knocked the chess piece on the wooden chessboard and looked in the direction of Lao Liu's sight.

Two figures, one big and one small, ran past them. They could be seen almost every day in the past month.

The unique vitality of youth dissipated the twilight atmosphere that permeated this place.

"It's great to be young." Lao Liu moved his shoulders, and there was nothing there.

"Yes, especially after the war is over, it's really pleasing to the eyes."

"Don't stretch your neck to look, let's play chess! I finally won a game against you, don't cheat!"

"You old thing, the bad guy complained first! It was obviously you who was distracted first!"

Amid the clacking sound of chess pieces, Ji Feng and his partner ran farther and farther.

The two ran all the way into the small park. When they arrived at the bench that indicated the end of the morning run, Ji Feng did not stop, but continued to run forward.

Yang Ling'er just paused slightly.

When she got up in the morning, she found that Ji Feng looked at her with scrutiny, and there was a bit of gloating in his scrutiny?

She was sure now, it was gloating.

It must be the little action yesterday that made him feel embarrassed, so he deliberately increased the distance of the morning run today.

Just like a child.

This sudden idea made Yang Ling'er laugh, and she continued to follow Ji Feng's footsteps and keep up with his speed.

Ji Feng, who was running in front, snorted and didn't look back after knowing that Yang Ling'er could still keep up.

You did something behind my back, so I will secretly make things difficult for you.

I will run until you have no strength left, and then I will see if you still have the heart to play the Thirty-Six Stratagems with me!

On the other side of the park is a piece of sand that has not been completed yet. The dust and sand that were stirred up symbolized that the two had just run through.

The body strengthened by genetic drugs cannot be judged by common sense. This kind of jogging is not even a warm-up for Ji Feng.

But it is different for Yang Ling'er. The exercise during this period has made her physical fitness much stronger, but her physical strength base is low.

If Ji Feng hadn't deliberately slowed down the speed in front, she would have messed up the rhythm long ago.

But even so, Yang Ling'er still felt uncomfortable.

Every part of her body was resisting, and the heavy breathing made her not even have the extra heart to keep the rhythm. The heart was like a monkey in a stone fetus, ready to jump out of the chest at any time and come out in a shocking way.

Looking at the two body lengths ahead of Ji Feng, Yang Linger gritted her teeth.

Ji Feng was getting farther and farther away from her. How about admitting her mistake and asking him to wait for her?

No, now it was not just that she couldn't catch up with Ji Feng, but Ji Feng was also slowly pushing her away.

If she really admitted her mistake and gave in, she would probably never have the chance to run to Ji Feng again.

She couldn't give up!

Throwing even a moldy steamed bun to stray dogs would cause them to scramble for it.

Because they had been hungry, hurt, and afraid, no matter what was thrown to them, it was the only thing they could get.

And now she didn't have to wait, fight, or be afraid. The figure in front of her had opened up a paradise that belonged to her alone.

How could she give up the chase and let this figure leave her?

This is her only one!

I will never give up even if I die!

Running represents the freedom of life, and it is Yang Linger's pursuit of redemption.

Even if her steps are getting heavier, even if her legs are completely numb, even if the scene in her eyes is blurry, there is still a figure standing in her pupils.

Even if I can't run to your side, I don't want you to fall further.

"Alas."

A light sigh floated with the wind.

Yang Linger finally caught Ji Feng who suddenly stopped.

She raised her sweaty face and smiled with the last bit of strength.

I was not left behind by you.

Looking at Yang Linger who suddenly smiled at him in a mess, Ji Feng didn't know what to say.

Recently, Yang Linger's obedience made him forget that this girl was a stubborn person who almost starved herself to death.

"Wipe your sweat."

Ji Feng took out a towel and covered her head to block the speechless smile.

Yang Linger grabbed Ji Feng's clothes with one hand and tried several times with the other hand but failed to grab the towel.

Ji Feng angrily knocked Yang Linger's hand off and took a towel to wipe her sweat.

Maybe Ji Feng's strength was mixed with some personal grudges, Yang Linger was swaying and leaning against his chest. The hot air from her mouth and nose burned Ji Feng's stomach through his clothes.

Yang Linger didn't think of pushing him away, and Ji Feng didn't think of pushing him away either.

From a distance, it was like an old father who pulled his naughty daughter out of the water and pressed her in front of him to wipe the water.

There was no way, because Yang Linger was young and looked like she was a generation apart from Ji Feng.

Seeing that the sweat on his head was almost wiped off, Ji Feng pushed Yang Linger away and asked her to simply wipe the inside of her clothes.

He didn't want to be regarded as a 'hentai' who molested a girl, even though the girl couldn't tell the front from the back.

After Yang Linger wiped her body, she handed him the wet towel. Ji Feng didn't sweat and stuffed the towel into the pocket of Yang Linger's sportswear.

It was during this time that Ji Feng found bloodstains of varying degrees on both sides of Yang Linger's white sneakers. He then looked at her pants and confirmed that there were only bloodstains on her shoes.

"Take off your shoes."

Yang Linger also found bloodstains on her shoes. Her feet and legs were still numb, and she didn't feel any pain.

As she bent down to take off her shoes, her legs began to swing again, like an old lady in her seventies who had her crutches kicked away.

If Ji Feng didn't take care of this situation, it wouldn't just be her feet that would be injured, but also her head that would hit the ground.

He looked around and saw that there was no place to sit, so he had to squat on one knee and let Yang Linger sit on his lap.

When she took off her shoes, a lot of small stones fell out. It was estimated that they were rolled into her shoes by Yang Linger's steps when she passed by the construction sand.

These small stones rubbed through her thin white socks. The wounds on her tender white feet, whose scars had been washed away by the healing potion, were not serious. They were just broken skin, and at most two small stones, not even as big as a needle butt, were stuck in the flesh.

When he took off the second shoe, Ji Feng saw Yang Ling'er sitting on his lap with her hands on her neck, blinking her eyes. Because they were too close, he could clearly see another self.

So Ji Feng began to have intermittent attacks.

"What are you looking at? Next time, just walk back with your shoes on and move your head away."

Yang Ling'er looked up at the distant and blue sky.

Pah, she was suddenly slapped on her calf.

"What are you shaking for? You kicked me. Be honest."