In the saber-toothed tiger training center, in the strength training room, Jonny is sweating profusely. He worked very the multi-trainer and now he can do about 20 reps per set at the maximum weight in the gear.

This was already the last few of the 10 sets of quantitative daily movements, his muscles swelled, his chest was red, he exhaled evenly, and steadily completed this set of movements.

"It's getting better and better now." The fat man Moleno who was covered in stinky sweat came to observe with great interest when he was resting, he handed Jonny a bottle of water, blew his bottle in one gulp, wiped the sweat with a big towel, and smiled at Jonny: "I remember when you first came here last year, your legs were like this." He used his fingers to reach the width of the toothpick.

"If that's the case, it's a spectacle." Jonny grimaced, opened the cap and took a sip.

"Why do you work so hard in everything?" Moleno looked at him curiously. "I mean, the honor student, a belly of learning or something, athletic talent is stronger than Clark's straw bag, it's almost comparable to me, and it's not ugly......"

"Thanks for the compliment, don't dare to be, old Mo, but the two of us are not suitable......" Jonny grinned.

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me, you don't have any humor, even if the god is very kind to you, this is the only shortcoming." Moreno wiped his face and rolled up the large towel and threw it into the collection bin.

"To be honest, I'm a little envious of you...... Joonny, you see, I have a good mind, I'm also beast-level in terms of physique, and I have a natural dark-skinned romance, so to put it bluntly, I should be a heartthrob character. He squinted his eyes at the blonde youth who was amused by him.

"But why are those chicks either calling your name or Roger's name when it comes to playing? I mean, Roger I can understand, he's a cheeky human scum, but you ......"

"How am I?" Jonny asked, smiling.

"You're just a shy little boy, and that thing isn't half as long as me, isn't it bad for your body and mind to enjoy this opportunity too early?" Moleno looked disdainful.

"What's the chance? Just shouting your name can make you jealous? Jonny laughed.

"Still pretending? I'm mad if I pretend again. Moleno said unhappily.

"What's up?" There's something strange about Jonny.

"The 'Laughing Maker' and a few of them went viral in the team for you, saying that you were given by the Maggies, and to be honest I don't believe it, brain, right?" He pointed to his head, and Jonny quickly nodded after him. "But there is no wind and no rain, and there is no wall and no wind, I carefully pondered that a group of idiots talk around all day with a grudge on their faces, and you don't even explain a word, which is a bit incomprehensible."

"They're, what do I explain? Besides, is it useful to explain? "Jonny really didn't expect that this ghost fight would actually attract the attention of Moleno's directorate.

"Typical adversarial denial...... Well, interesting...... It seems that most of this is false. Moleno brushed his eyebrows with his fingers, and as soon as Jonny was relieved by his conclusion, he added, "I've heard that being entangled by a charm man will end up with a withered end." ”

"Be careful, quarterback......" he solemnly warned Jonny, and then Shi Shiran walked away with his stomach shaking.

"What did Lao Mo mutter to you?" Roger. Clark gasped and came in through the door, sweating all over his head, he saw Jonny's eyes staring directly at Molano's back in a daze, snatching the bottle of pure water from his hand, regardless of whether he drank it or not, he first blew half of it into his mouth.

"People...... Life experience...... "Jonny said to him.

"Then you'll have to listen carefully." Roger gasped. "Tell you, JFK, I don't accept anyone, but I obey Lao Mo, this person is a ghost spirit and has great wisdom. Don't look at the grades are not good, and they don't look like academics, but the ideological realm is ...... There is no one in the whole of Newton who can match it. He took a few more sips of water, tightened the cap and handed it back to Jonny.

"Then tell me what is the state of thought?" Jonny asked, tossing the bottle in his hand.

"Ouch...... It's hard to explain...... It depends on 'Wujin', which is exactly like you can write beautiful Chinese characters, and I don't know how to do that. Roger closed his eyes and shook his head, a picture of the mountain man's plan and the grass people's unfathomable face.

"You mean understanding, right?" Jonny corrected directly.

"Cut...... I'm really like playing the piano to a cow, everyone has understanding, but the deeper and more powerful desire and search in it can be met but not sought......" He gestured to a world with the palm of his hand, his eyes widened, and his expression was very formal.

"It sounds like the Kande's words are hidden." Jonny couldn't grasp what he meant, but he couldn't help but compare it with the strange knowledge he had seen from a bunch of alien knowledge books.

"Really? Then I don't know...... But you know what...... JFK, maybe that's exactly what I wasn't sure about before...... Where did that strange and strange mysterious power come from in my body, perhaps...... Ever since the establishment of the Silver Alliance, the gods of the Humans and the Kanders have drunk and talked to each other, and their gods have spread miracles from Freel all the way to the Warrior Emperor......" Roger stretched out his arms to act as a devout believer, but Jonny immediately stuffed the bottle of pure water in his hand.

"It seems that the 'Valkyria Miracle' has put you in a good mood, there is no hostage crisis for the 200,000 colonies, and the Vulcan people have returned to Bald as a result. There is no imminent war between the two races, and you, the 'Son of Hope' who saved the people, can unload the burden. Jonny points out the real reason why his friend is in such a good mood.

"Don't think everyone is so selfish, okay?" Roger looked aggrieved. "I am relieved that my life has been saved and that the war has been redeemed, and I am also amazed by the high level of strategy of our government." He applauded, looked around, and the 'milk baby' who was holding a heavy dumbbell in one hand had no choice but to drop the iron stone and clap with him.

"What a brilliant way to think about it! Look, JFK, how much anticipation and insane confidence does it take for them to break into the planet where the Walkens are stationed in the guise of a boat migration, and then smuggle them out right under their noses? He clapped his hands and nodded his head as he pursed his lips.