After two classes, the conference room turned into a crematorium. The players were in low spirits, but unlike Dr. Steve, the bald man didn't drag the class out. At 8: 30 am, the captain appeared at the door on time and clapped his hands.
"I know you're all a little tired from studying theoretical knowledge. Next, we'll be doing physical training to help you empty your minds."
This time, all the players wailed in unison. When the captain introduced the schedule for the theoretical course, some of them wondered why there was a three-and-a-half-hour gap between the third and second classes. After all, they were scheduled to attend classes in the wee hours of the morning. There was no reason for them to be given such a luxurious holiday.
As expected, the captain ignored the wailing players. "See you in the gym in seven minutes. The last one to arrive will do five sets of pull-ups."
Before he could finish, all the players had already rushed out of the classroom. However, before they could take two steps, the only female player let out a yelp. Fatty, who was running in front of her, hesitated for a moment. He wanted to reach out and help her up, but he seemed to have thought of something. He retracted his hand, stopped, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I must have accidentally stepped on someone. You should go first."
The girl smiled bitterly. At the same time, she took off one of her shoes, leaned against the wall, and checked her ankle.
Fatty knew it was rude, but he couldn't take his eyes off the girl's foot. He gulped, mustered up his courage, and asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"
"You're so nice. But I'm fine here. You should hurry to the gym. Otherwise, you'll fall behind the others, "the girl said thoughtfully.
"Sigh, no matter how fast I run, I can't outrun the others." Fatty smiled bitterly. He probably didn't have much contact with the opposite sex in his daily life, especially beautiful ones. This was the first time in his life that he was so close to a girl. Feeling a little nervous, he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "Why don't I help you?"
"Thank you," said the girl. She put her arm on Fatty's shoulder, paused, and whispered, "Zhen Xiong."
"Huh?!" Fatty's body trembled when he heard the name.
"My name."
"Oh, oh, oh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The fat man blushed, and no one knew why he was apologizing. After that, he quickly introduced himself, "Jia Lai, that's my real name. In the real world, I'm a Jingdong employee."
Zhen Xiong's eyes widened in envy. "Top 500. That's a big company."
Jia Lai was a little embarrassed. "No … No. Actually, I'm just the owner of a small grocery store. I just joined Jingdong Supermarket. I changed the sign at the entrance, and I still do my own business. I've only seen you on TV, Brother Dong."
"Anyway, I feel that anyone who can be a boss is not simple." Zhen Xiong did not look down on Jia Lai at all. Instead, she said sincerely, "If I want to eat snacks in the future, can I go to your shop …" As she spoke, her voice became softer and softer. "… Brother Jia, do you have a mission failure exemption card?"
"800 points. Aside from those large Guilds, who else can afford it?" Fatty shook his head. He knew what Zhen Xiong meant, and his eyes dimmed.
"It seems that the two of us are destined to be eliminated in this round." Zhen Xiong sighed.
"I still have some self-awareness. I know that this is all I can do, but you still have hope. Don't give up. Maybe the discrimination against women is just a scare tactic. Didn't they always say that foreigners are the freest? Besides, the Soviet Union has already sent a female astronaut to the sky. Who knows, maybe the United States won't fall behind."
"Brother Jia, you're so kind. What did you do in the team before? Why did they give up on you?"
"What's the use of being kind these days?" Jia Lai laughed at himself. "I learned first aid in my first quest. Since I often drive to deliver goods, I also have Level 1 driving skills. Besides, I'm pretty good at cooking. I'm still learning Russian, but it seems like it's useless now."
"Who said it's useless?" Zhen Xiong looked into Fatty's eyes, and her expression suddenly turned serious. "Brother Jia, can I trust you?"
"Of course." Jia Lai felt a rush of heat from his spine to the back of his head. Without hesitation, he blurted out those two words.
"Then let's form a team. As long as you don't mind me dragging you down," Zhen Xiong said. "We'll advance and retreat together. Either we go on Apollo 11 together, or we stop here."
Fatty hesitated for a moment. "Of course, that's exactly what I want. But I'm sure you can find a better teammate than me."
"It's really your first time playing solo, Brother Jia. It's hard to trust other players in competitive quests. I'd rather be teammates with kind people than be used and abandoned. In fact, it's the same in multiplayer quests. I started playing solo because my teammates betrayed me. I don't want to go through that kind of terrible thing again. So, I'll ask you again. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you can trust me?"
Fatty nodded vigorously and looked into Zhen Xiong's eyes. At first, he just wanted to show his sincerity, but after a few seconds, a strange feeling rose in his heart. His attention began to shift from Zhen Xiong's eyes to her nose, and then her lips …
Especially the latter. The curve of Zhen Xiong's lips was beautiful, and there was a touch of luster. Unknowingly, their cheeks were getting closer and closer to each other. Just as they were about to touch, Zhen Xiong hurriedly moved away as if she had just woken up from a dream.
A sense of loss welled up in Fatty's heart, and he hurriedly explained, "No, no, I didn't do it on purpose …"
Zhen Xiong bit her lip, lowered her head, and said nothing more.
Fatty didn't know how he walked all the way to the gym. It was not until he reached the door that Zhen Xiong spoke again. "Brother Jia, you go in first."
Jia Lai shook his head like a drum. "You go in first. They must be here already. How are you going to do pull-ups if you sprained your ankle?"
Zhen Xiong chuckled. "Pull-Ups rely on the strength of the upper limbs and waist. Spraining my ankle doesn't affect me."
Fatty scratched his head. "Anyway, you go in first. We are teammates now. It's my duty to take care of you. You don't have to be polite with me."
"Brother Jia, don't take this from me. I've already sprained my ankle. There's no way I can train today. It doesn't matter if I'm punished," Zhen Xiong insisted.
…
It took them less than five minutes to reach the gym on the second floor. Looking around, they noticed that NASA's gym wasn't much different from an ordinary gym. Of course, this was a gym built in the 1960s, and it wasn't too big. Other than a variety of equipment, there was also half a basketball court and a rock climbing wall.
Seeing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
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