The wall under Yingzhong was covered with fallen leaves. Walking on them, the leaves left and right, made the man in front of me feel a little unreal.
From the first time he met Zhong Yongjun, Aiden King felt a burning itchy sensation in his throat. He scratched it several times through the skin, but there was still no relief.
Zhong Yongjun walked calmly and steadily, even giving people the illusion of being slow, but after following him for two steps, he found himself falling further and further behind, and confusedly he quickly jogged again.
Aiden King suddenly remembered that Ethan Cole played basketball like this. He stretched out his hand lazily and slowly, yawned, and stole the ball. He was indeed gifted.
Zhong Yongjun walked from the glaring sunlight to the shade, and finally stopped in the cramped corner between the laboratory building and the wall.
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