Mars affectionately stroked Suguo's fur and prepared to scratch his chin, which is said to be liked by cats.

As a result, the hand was pushed away in disgust by the orange cat.

Mars looked at the orange cat suspiciously, and the orange cat's eyes showed absolute disgust.

Before Mars could understand why, he saw the orange cat sniffle and sneeze again.

This twenty-year-old strong guy is sweating, and this smell is ...... As an orange cat, I can't bear it!

Mars also understood, and smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll go back to the shower first!" I'll play with you again! ”

After that, he walked back and picked up his sports backpack and walked in the direction of the dormitory.

Su Guo looked at Mars's back, "Play? If you want to get good grades in the college sports meeting, this word is a luxury for you!

Mars didn't know what the orange cat behind him was thinking, so he walked back to his bedroom, dropped his backpack, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Putting on a clean T-shirt and throwing the dirty tracksuit into the washing machine, Mars went to the sofa in the living room to pick up a sports backpack, which contained a few towels to wipe off sweat and also threw them in to wash together.

After digging a few times, the towel was not taken, but the palm of his hand touched a round object.

Mars was curious and pulled out the round thing and saw that it was a small red apple.

This apple looks much smaller than ordinary apples, as if it can be eaten in two or three bites, and most apples of this size are not yet ripe, but the mouth-watering red color of this apple indicates that it is ripe.

And the whole apple exudes a "Eat me!" Eat me! "The fruit is fragrant.

Mars scratched his head in confusion, he didn't remember that he had ever bought such an apple. Could it be that who gave it to himself? Definitely not today, the other day...... It doesn't seem to be, huh?

However, he couldn't remember it, but he was a little hungry just after training, so he took the little apple and went to the sink in the bathroom to rinse it and nibble on it.

It's so sweet!

Mars felt that he had never eaten such a sweet apple, and unconsciously destroyed the "apple" in a few bites.

But......

What about apple cores?

After eating the last bite, Mars realized this, why does this apple have no core? Or is this not an apple, but some new variety of fruit?

However, as far as Mars's temperament was concerned, such a trivial matter could not bother him for a few minutes, and after thinking about it for a while, he left the matter behind.

Just as he was about to go back to his backpack to get a towel out and wash it, Mars suddenly heard his stomach rumbling.

MMP！ Stomach aches!

Mars clutched his stomach and turned his head back into the bathroom.

It was five minutes before Mars came out of the bathroom, and he had opened the exhaust fan and the window in the bathroom, otherwise he would have smoked one to death.

Mars staggered over to the edge of the couch, sat down on the couch, and let out a big breath.

My legs are all weak!

After thinking about what I had eaten today, except for breakfast, it was the red "apple".

Breakfast is a nutritious meal provided by the canteen for these athletes, which is definitely no problem, if there is a problem, there will be a problem during the morning training.

So, the problem is still with the red "apple"?

"Hemp eggs! Let Lao Tzu know who poisoned Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will beat this girl to death! Mars said indignantly.

However, before he could get angry for a few minutes, he heard a "gurgling" sound in the quiet living room, and Mars covered his stomach and went into the bathroom again.

It was only three minutes before Mars came out of the bathroom leaning against the wall, and this time, although it was short and he excreted a little less than the previous one, still made him barely able to stand up.

And Mars is also glad that it is the time when most students have classes, and there is no one else in the dormitory except himself, otherwise Mars feels that he has no face to see people in the same miserable situation as the bathroom and gas chamber now.

Ten minutes later, Mars went into the bathroom again, this time he almost crawled out.

After moving himself to the couch, Mars couldn't care less about losing face, and took out his personal terminal from the sports backpack on the couch with a shudder, ready to send a message to his roommates, asking them to go to the infirmary to bring some antidiarrheal medicine for themselves.

"Huh!"

Before Mars could connect, a sneer was heard in the air.

"Who?" Mars looked around alarmedly, unable to discern the source of the sound.

"I advise you not to take antidiarrheal pills, otherwise, the effect of this detoxification will be greatly weakened!"

"Who? Who's there! Mars tried to jump, but his feet went limp and he sat down on the couch.

"You don't have to look for it, you can't see me, and others can't hear what I say!" The voice said.

Mars looked down at the terminal in his hand, and the classmate who connected the communication was still there, "Hey! Feed! He shouted, apparently not hearing the conversation.

Mars brought the terminal to his lips and said to his roommate, "Wrong!" He cut off the call, and continued to ask questions to the unknown being in the air:

"Who are you? What do you want to do to me? ”

"I just can't get used to you as an athlete, there are still so many toxins in your body, and I just helped you detoxify." The voice said with disdain.

"Toxin?" Mars was a little puzzled, as an athlete he was still very self-controlled, not to mention tobacco and alcohol, and he didn't touch a lot of food that was not good for his health, and most of the time he ate nutritious meals in the cafeteria according to the professors of the Department of Physical Education. At most, at most, I will occasionally open the meat and eat some food from outside restaurants.

"As long as people eat, there will be things that are not good for sound that cannot be completely excreted, and they will be accumulated in the body, which will affect the health of the body. For ordinary people, as long as they don't exceed a certain amount, there is no danger to their lives, but as an athlete, these are taboos, toxins accumulate in the body, how can you mobilize all the body's energy during the competition? ”

The voice patiently explained, though with a heavy contempt in his tone, and Mars didn't care. Does he know that his problems do not match the physical fitness data, is it caused by this so-called "toxin"?

"Not exactly!" The voice said, "Of course, athletic performance has a lot to do with it!" ”

After this sentence, Mars faintly heard the voice muttering very slightly, "What the hell is this place?" Why don't you understand this common sense! ”

"Can you help me, then?" Mars asked excitedly. He felt that this invisible guy should have a way to completely solve his own problems and break through the bottleneck.