Standing on the slope of the mine pit, facing the quiet night sky of the west, with the dark red city of beasts behind him, the stars in the sky of the Donglin Region were so dim, as if there were endless layers of gauze shrouding the highest part of the atmosphere. In such an environment where the light was dim and changing, Xu Le's blurry figure was constantly twisting and stretching. According to certain routines, he stuck out his foot, twisted his waist, lowered his body, threw a punch, turned his wrist, and extended his elbow …
Feng Yu watched calmly from the side, not saying a word. It had been more than a year, and the teenager had already memorized this set of movements. There was not the slightest mistake. Even the angle of the diagonal dragging of his fingertips was not off by a bit.
This set of movements that did not seem complicated could not be considered gymnastics because the routines were a bit scattered, and the movements were too slow. It was more like a dance. The problem was that compared to the famous performers of the Shanglin Song and Dance Troupe, this dance was too stiff.
It wasn't raw, but raw. Xu Le's movements had a bloody feel to them, as if they hadn't been roasted by fire at all. It was hard to chew on the muscles and bones.
It was not stiff, but it was the reinforced plexiglas used in the operation room to bear the blade. It was also like the endless stones under the Donglin planet's grass. It was blindly hard, and every movement was so clean and neat.
This "stiff" dance was broken down into roughly ten movements, and every two movements were taken in opposite directions. In the end, Xu Le seriously retracted his right foot and squatted in a strange position. Only then did this set of movements completely end.
It did not seem complicated, and the amount of movement was not that big, but Xu Le's face was covered with a layer of hot steam. Under the night sky of the Donglin Region, he exuded a red glow. Sweat soaked his back and dripped down the corner of his tight vest. It was obvious that such a short time of movement had cost him a lot of energy.
Xu Le breathed slowly, and for a long time, he could not speak. The youth's originally thin body seemed to be filled with a hidden strength at this moment. The lines of his body were very beautiful. Who knew what this body would look like in a few years' time when he fully became an adult.
The reason he remained silent was not only because he was tired, but also because the six hundred muscles in his body were completely occupied by soreness. Xu Le did not even want to move a finger. At this moment, every muscle fiber seemed to be breathing, expanding, and rubbing against each other. Like the friction between metal and porcelain, it was extremely painful and bitter.
After the sourness, there was a burst of completely spontaneous trembling that seemed to rise from the depths of Xu Le's heart. It followed the path formed by the muscles, nerves, and connective tissues, and spread out in all directions. It was like the beating of a drum, shaking every tiny part of his body, causing small protrusions to appear on his exposed skin. Then, they disappeared, as if there was an invisible force that was sliding on his skin.
His trousers began to tremble in the windless night, covering the fact that his legs were trembling non-stop.
Xu Le understood why the silk muscles would heat up on their own, creating the illusion of friction. He did not know that it was because the muscle fibers of the human body were originally made up of two filamentous proteins that were entangled together. Of course, he did not know why these muscles were trembling, what they meant, and what they were used for … He only firmly remembered the words of the repair shop owner. He had to remember the pain in his heart, and he had to remember the path of soreness and trembling.
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After changing out of the sweaty clothes and taking a shower, the refreshed Xu Le once again climbed to the top of the mine with his head hanging down. He sat beside Feng Yu weakly. His face was somewhat pale, as if he was seriously ill. Feng Yu did not pay attention to him. He just casually looked at the crystal screen on his knees. The faint blue light on his face made the repair shop owner's face look somewhat cold and feminine.
"It's impossible to confirm whether or not Bao Longtao recognized me on the intranet." Xu Le said somewhat tiredly. With just a glance, the familiar light blue interface let the youth know that the boss had secretly hacked into the Federation's police system again today. Last time, when he asked Li Wei and the group of orphans for help on Clock Tower Street, it was precisely because of these two people above the mine that they had already thoroughly investigated the inside story of the governor's office and the police station.
Someone who could hack into the official intranet was certainly not a simple person. It was just that this seemingly ordinary repair shop owner had occasionally brought such surprises to Xu Le in the past two years, so he was not too surprised. After all, it was not a surprise.
Sometimes, Xu Le would also wonder what kind of mistake the boss had made in the army that caused such a talented person like him to become a deserter. In the past two years, he had always had a kind of unreal feeling. He always felt that he had met an awesome person hidden in the marketplace. It was too much like a scene from a movie or TV series. It was really unbelievable.
The youth did not want to inquire about the boss' past. On one hand, it was because he really was not interested. He only wanted to learn about mechanical repair. On the other hand, he was sometimes vigilant and afraid of Uncle Feng Yu's mysteriousness. He always felt that he had mistakenly entered a thief's lair. On the other hand, it was because Xu Le was very good at reading people. Other than the calmness that Feng Yu admired the most, the life of an orphan allowed Xu Le to develop the ability to observe people's body language. He knew that although the repair shop owner next to him looked harmless, in fact, there was a coldness hidden in his bones that could not be erased.
In other words, Xu Le knew that Uncle Feng Yu was a heartless and cold-blooded person. He did not want to risk his life.
"The news department and the production department of the Hexi Region TV station are fighting. It seems that the people behind the regional committee and the governor will also be fighting." Feng Yu looked at the words and images that flashed on the crystal screen and said with a smile, "At this time, Bao Longtao can't even take care of himself. How could he associate it with an orphan like you?"
If an ordinary person heard this conversation between the two, they would most likely think that the two people in the repair shop promoting the Clock Tower Street demonstration was hiding a great political conspiracy. However, Xu Le knew that the middle-aged man next to him had no interest in these matters of the upper class. Moreover, they were just small figures. They could fan the flames, but to really come into contact with these matters was to seek death.
The familiar music sounded, and the familiar face of the purple-haired girl appeared on the crystal screen. The middle-aged man and the youth sitting on the hillside simultaneously stopped talking and began the most important leisure activity every night. It was accompanied by waves of saliva swallowing and praising sounds.
Under the extremely faint red background of the night sky, the invisible electric waves, signals, and radio frequency were constantly crossing each other. The invisible lines eventually turned into colorful images that entered the eyes of countless people in the Donglin Region, enriching their dreams.
A dark red line streaked across the night sky with a faint roar breaking through the air. It was probably the military patrolling the sky with fewer and fewer people. A few wild black cats were drilling in and out of the natural rock tunnel under the electronic wall. They ignored the First Charter of Human Beings and gathered in the direction of the abandoned mine, happily searching for the food residue left behind by the two humans.
A stray cat with a few pieces of beef in its mouth raised its head in confusion and looked at the two figures above the mine pit who were together but still alone.
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In another corner of the city, a group of orphans who were together but still alone were silently and murderously walking on the road of chopping people. The leader, Li Wei, had his hand in his pocket, tightly holding the metal stick that gave him strong confidence.
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