The time was two o'clock in the morning.

Wen Cheng, who was lying on the sofa, quietly watched Su Meng change into student leather shoes at the anti-theft door, and entered the room again, and after hearing the sound of a teleportation hole swishing in the silence, he got up and left the sofa to open the door.

In fact, as early as more than an hour ago, he fell into self-blame, it is inevitable that he can't sleep, no regrets, with his understanding of Su Meng, this moment will happen sooner or later, so he has been lying on the sofa looking at the ceiling and clenching his fists, as if he is not enough to relieve his hatred, and his nails are pinched in.

But after Su Meng left, Wen Cheng was a lot more relieved, and his chaotic thoughts were all cleared.

The plan couldn't be clearer: NSD-79, Heroic Spirit, and Munitions, of the three, only NSD-79 is the main line - the way to determine is simple enough, because even if Heroic Spirits and Munitions don't exist, mechanical dogs will still run rampant due to the presence of zombie labor.

Being a boy, no, a man, it is unforgivable that the rhythm is repeatedly carried away by three girls.

Gentle Country is a respite for warriors, not a destination.

A man's fighting spirit can only be aroused by the man himself.

Wen Cheng opened the door in the dark, and found that the light had been turned on, and his sister had just sat up from the bed, and her little hand reached out to hook up the baseball uniform next to her feet, so Wen Cheng handed her a look, the brother and sister looked at each other and smiled, and when they came back to their senses, Xiaozhu was gone, he looked at the window, and the white chips in the air were connected into a line, like snow shaking off the antlers of a reindeer.

But I always feel that I am not at ease enough, one is physically unbearable, the other is reckless, my own combat preparations are empty, it is not appropriate to be with the past, fatigue is the biggest enemy at the moment, Wen Cheng dialed Su Meng's mobile phone number and talked to Li He on the phone, and after explaining Su Meng's route, he put his mind at ease.

After doing this, he set the alarm clock on his mobile phone to seven o'clock, and the mobile phone charger was on the desk, even if it was an emergency call, but Wen Cheng still took out the power bank from the drawer and connected the mobile phone to the pillow and put it on the pillow, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep with confidence.

The alarm clock was seven o'clock, and after a hint of morning light cast on his face, coupled with a burst of birdsong, his mind was suddenly filled with warm things, and thousands of thoughts pulled him out of the deep sea, so he woke up at five o'clock.

Not?

Wen Cheng yawned and found that there was no call record on the mobile phone, and the burning pain in his chest was still there, which meant that Su Meng had arrived safely, and there was no problem with such a scene, but he still dialed Liu Zhen.

Toot, toot, no one answered.

Probably all sleeping, I hope so.

There was still enough time, Wen Cheng suddenly had an impulse, he took out a gray sports jacket from the closet, and changed into a white running shoe that he rarely wears, which was the niche brand that he noticed on her feet when he saw Liu Zhen running when he was a freshman in high school.

The sky was slightly bright, Sunday morning was more lazy than Saturday, the streets at five o'clock were still scattered with a cold morning fog, and it was comfortable to breathe, and there were only sprinkler trucks slowly passing by on the empty streets, scattered cleaners, a few young men and women in uniform shouting slogans together in front of the barber shop, the sound of kicking a ball from the elementary school playground, and Wen Cheng skimmed to the side side road when passing through the intersection, and the broken glass on the ground.

This is the first time he has experienced the thrill of morning running, and if he is keen to put it into it, he should be able to run seven or eight kilometers. Therefore, it doesn't matter if he is short of breath, the cutting sensation from the abdominal diaphragm quickly made him hold his stomach, he has not yet mastered the basic essentials of running, let alone stretched, and the soreness soon came from all directions, and he was already sweating on his forehead after running two kilometers.

It's all okay, but the worst thing is that I didn't pick a good time for such a morning run, it was already half past five, and there were eighteen and a half hours left, although I was urging myself to persevere, but at the same time, there was another self who didn't want to think so.

What motivates you to run? Getting stronger for a loved one? This is the thought that Wen Cheng intertwined in his head, and it gradually turned blank with the lack of physical strength.

For most long-distance runners who can run 10 kilometers a day for more than a year, the motivation for running is not health, perseverance or other things attached to it, but the running itself. Wen Cheng naturally hasn't grasped this yet. He didn't even know why he had such an impulse — perhaps a catharsis of his own incompetence.

In short, he still endured the shame, wore a tracksuit, and stopped the taxi with the smell of sweat.

Hey, why not stick to it? Will you be laughed at by Yoo Zhen again? Probably another half-ass.

Unable to stand the long silence, Wen Cheng muttered to himself in the blank of collapse, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and he didn't feel sick to his stomach, so it would probably be good to take a breath......

It's infuriating.

When he was about to arrive at the tea garden, Wen Cheng saw the red bookstore sign flashing on the side of the street, so he hurriedly stopped the driver and got out of the car, the prostration had not dispersed, he leaned against the wall and walked into the bookstore, the reason was very simple, he was in a state of war He wanted to buy a book about war, and he was a little bit involved in history, and he was a lot jerky about war theory, so he was very helpless, and he was going to open a branch line again, that is, to learn the art of war.

Ah, something amazing happened, a senior in high school didn't study well, but tried to protect and save his ex-girlfriend, and picked up a younger sister from the Ming Dynasty, to help his table deal with crises around the city, and four bearded grandfathers studied props with strange effects, and formed a master-apprentice relationship with the eldest daughter of an imperial family from another world, and now he was going to learn how to fight, Wen Cheng smiled bitterly and entered the bookstore.

He was quickly attracted by Clausewitz's "Theory of War", but he didn't understand it, and flipped through the "Gallic Wars" and "Napoleon's Selected Writings", the author narrated himself in the third person a little uncomfortable, the messy Western place names were a bigger obstacle, and the thirteen articles of "The Art of War" were probably extremely useful, but they were too mysterious, and finally he bought "The Theory of War", "Summary of Western Military Classics", and a set of four easy-to-understand plain anthologies, which were political and military manuscripts written by the country's founders. In fact, of all books, the latter is the smoothest and most concise to read.

Wen Cheng put all the books in his backpack, and the prostration after running quickly turned into a relaxed and enjoyable feeling, leaving the bookstore and touching his stomach.

If you are distraught, how can you have the heart to eat? What's more, it's so sorry for the three girls to find a place to eat breakfast by themselves, Wen Cheng sighed, came to the steamed bun shop and bought 15 meat buns and 15 vegetable buns, and scanned the code and paid under the contempt of the group in line behind him and the astonishment of the clerk.

Such two big plastic bags made him embarrassed, putting them in the backpack would only dirty the books, and it was very awkward to carry them in both hands, damn it, Liu Zhen, you tsundere guy, it was because of your tantrum that I came here with greasy things in both hands!

Complaining in a low voice, Wen Cheng glanced at Chaoyang but overflowed with a bright smile, and accelerated the pace of going to the tea garden.

It was half past six, and there were seventeen and a half hours left, and the cars on the street were gradually becoming noisy, and the mountain road ahead was clear.

It's nice to wake up early. With such a relaxed pace, Wen Cheng quickly came to the gate of the tea garden and stopped.

After three rejections, a pool of blood was filled with the corpse of a green uniform.