Borger said goodbye to his family and prepared to take a bus to the King's Ranch to meet his teammates. He wore headphones, listened to music from his iPod, chewed gum in his mouth, and looked around in front of the station, his head still moving to the rhythm of the music.

The next second, his shaking head stopped, and he stopped looking around, and his eyes fell on the sidewalk across the street. In the shade of a tree, he saw a familiar figure running past with a bag on his back.

"Chinese kid!?" He was taken aback, and the person who ran over was none other than Chu Zhongtian. "What is he doing here?"

His gaze kept following Chu Zhongtian's back until Chu Zhongtian disappeared at the end of the path.

Later, Borjie saw Chu Zhongtian again. At that time, he was on the public bus, and he had already driven out of Wimbledon Town, and through the car window, he saw Chu Zhongtian still running on the side of the road.

A thought popped into his mind - this kid doesn't go to the court like this every training session, does he?

He twisted his head to look at Chu Zhongtian, who was gradually overtaken by the bus, and his heart felt like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

After that, he saw Chu a few times intermittently, because of the traffic jam on the road, waiting for the traffic light, or relying on the station to pick up and drop off passengers, and was caught up by Chu Zhongtian from behind.

The sweat on his body glistened in the scorching sun. Makes Borger dazzled.

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By the time Borger arrived at the Kings Ranch, many of his teammates had already arrived early, and he easily found Russell in the crowd.

"How did you get here?" He went up and asked.

"My dad drove me here, and he happened to be in Kingston on an errand."

Borger asked again: "Didn't you come here?" ”

"Am I crazy? Five miles from my house here, I'm coming? Do you still have the strength to compete? Russell was a little surprised, he looked at Bolger, "How did you come up with the idea of asking such a retarded question?" Don't talk about me, most of our team lives in Wimbledon, who will come here? Unless he has something wrong with his brain! ”

Hearing his friend say this categorically, the expression on Borger's face became even more exciting. He leaned into Russell's ear and said, "Don't tell me, I think we really have such a brain problem in our team......"

"Who?" Seeing Borger's mysterious appearance, Russell was also a little curious.

"The Chinese. Just now when I was waiting for the bus, I saw him running. Later, in the car, I saw him again, and I saw him several times along the way, all running towards here...... Then I suddenly thought of a question, I said why when I saw him come to training before, he was always wet and sweaty......"

At this point, he glanced at Russell, who was already closed in surprise.

"I don't believe it." Russell cut the railroad. He really didn't believe that no one was going to run four or five miles in such a hot weather and play a 90-minute game. This is not a warm-up at all, it is a needless consumption of one's physical strength, and no one who understands kinesiology would do such a stupid thing.

"I swear to God." Borger raised his hand, "I really saw him running and running all the way......"

"Are you sure you're right?"

"Nope. I'm so familiar with what he looks like, and I've been right with him for so long, and it's a failure to even remember what he looks like. Bolger shook his head like a rattle.

Russell stopped talking.

"Well, since you don't believe it, Alai. Then let's go there and wait and see how he got here! Borger pointed to the alleyway.

Russell thought it was a good idea. Only by seeing it with his own eyes can he believe that what Borger said is true, it's not that he doesn't believe his good friend, but this thing is so incredible that it simply violates common sense......

So the two men went out together, and came to the mouth of Jack Goodchild's alley, where they waited. A short distance ahead of them is the 131 bus stop, and further on, all the way east, is Kingston Road to Wimbledon. Cars drove in, or out of sight, on the distant horizon. There are no pedestrians on the tree-lined sidewalks, and it's too hot at this time for anyone to hang out outside. If someone is coming from that direction, it's easy to identify.

After waiting for about ten minutes, they didn't see Chu Zhongtian's figure except for cars coming and going, and few pedestrians.

"I think you must have mistaken someone, Gavin." Russell said to Borger with a grin, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How can it ......" Borger was about to argue, when suddenly he pointed ahead and shouted, "Look! Alai! It's that kid, that Chinese! ”

Russell turned his head, and he saw a figure slowly rising up at the end of the road. Under the scorching sun, the air on the asphalt road twisted and rolled, making visitors look a little unreal. But the black hair shone white in the sunlight, which was very eye-catching. As he swung his arm, a dazzling light continued to flash on his arm, and finally it lit up. As he got closer, Russell could see clearly that the glitter was sweat from his arm.

And this person is none other than Chu Zhongtian, a Chinese kid who has been fighting with him for more than a month!

As Chu Zhongtian gradually came running, Borjie stopped shouting, he didn't want the other party to see that he was happy because of his appearance, so he couldn't tell.

Russell watched blankly as Chu Zhongtian ran from the end of the road, getting closer and closer, and when he passed the No. 131 platform, he slowed down, changed his running to walking, and walked towards them step by step.

Not only on the arms, but also on the face, neck, and legs, all covered in sweat, glittering in the harsh afternoon sun.

And in the eyes of Russell and Borger, with Chu Zhongtian's waving and leg swinging movements, there was still light shining on his body, making him look like a god descended from heaven - in fact, those were just sweat thrown out of him.

Chu Zhongtian saw the two old enemies standing at the mouth of the alley, although he had decided not to fight anymore, it didn't mean that they would be good friends from now on. Without greeting the two men, he walked straight past them. He was just a little puzzled, these two people looked behind him stupidly, what did they see?

So after walking past the two of them, he also glanced back. Heading east on the Kingston Highway, there are cars coming and going, the green trees on the side of the road gently swaying their branches in the breeze, on either side of the road are a row of white-walled and red-roofed houses, and beyond that is the horizon, where the blue sky intersects with the earth. Everything is normal, he doesn't know how many times he has watched this scene, is there something wrong? There are no alien ships in the sky, and no legions of monsters rolling in on the horizon......

What he didn't know was that in Russell and Borger's minds, he was the alien who fell from the sky, the big monster that came out of the horizon......

When Chu Zhongtian was gone, the two of them came back to their senses.

"That's really the ...... here," Russell muttered.

"I really don't know what material he's made of...... "Borger sighed at the perversion of Chu Zhongtian's physical energy.

Before he came to training, he had to run from Wimbledon, then he swam 4,000 meters to warm up before training began, and after an afternoon of training, he was jogged for another 1,000 meters, and then he was left for punitive training......

If you were an ordinary person, you would have been tired and lying down for a long time. He does it every day!

Russell's heart welled up with an irrepressible sense of frustration.

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