C90

Yin Chengyue turned around to look, the clothes he wore on Fang Mo's body was truly too small.

But at the same time, the viscount was here.

She turned to the viscount. "Give him a piece of clothing."

The expression on the face of the young noble, "Let him come directly to my room to get it."

A man and a woman living in the same room, and the woman even had a fiancé, was that even possible?

Yin Yanyue nodded. The other person silently waved his hand, "Follow him to his room to get it."

With that, she sat down on the bed again, intending to wait for Fang Mo to come back.

"Not going."

Fang Mo's eyes were cold as he sat down on the edge of his bed, as if he was announcing that his room was right here.

Yin Yanyue turned her head to look at him and suddenly frowned, "I will take you out for a stroll tonight, but now you must go to his place and get a suitable set of clothes."

"Leisure around?"

The day after tomorrow was going to be training, but now Yin Yanyue wanted to take Fang Mo out for a stroll?

The tone of the young noble was not good, his gaze was fixated on Fang Mo, "I will get someone to arrange a new room for you, and move out today."

This was the tone of an order, and it was one that could not be refused.

Yin Yanyue's face was suddenly filled with displeasure, "What identity do you have to order him?"

Although she didn't insist on favoring Fang Mo, Fang Mo was her partner, and it was indeed impolite for the viscount to use such a tone when speaking to the members of the team.

The expression on the face of the young nobleman did not change as he spat out a few words, "Your coach."

Yin Yanyue was stunned, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes.

So, he won seven in the end and won the title of coach?

She pursed her lips and spoke slowly, "He's my partner. We can't distinguish between men and women here. As long as they are partners, we can sleep in …"

"Bang!"

The door burst open and a dark face appeared in the doorway.

"Come here! "Brat, come over here for laozi!"

While clamoring, he rushed in the direction of the palace, his fists clenching so tightly that creaking sounds could be heard.

"Seven!"

Yin Yanyue quickly got up and stopped him, "Calm down!"

However, how could her small body withstand it? She was knocked away in an instant, and her back was about to hit the bed.

However, at this moment, Fang Mo grabbed her and she slammed into his embrace.

The young noble frowned, he did not care about the incoming group of seven, only seeing Fang Mo suddenly 'hug' Yin Yanyue's hand.

At this time, Yue rushed in from the door and pressed Seventh Brother down from behind. "Seventh, don't be stubborn!" A loss is a loss! "

"I refuse to accept this!"

"If I hadn't slipped, would I have lost?"

This was an excuse for himself.

Yin Yanyue took a deep breath and stepped back slightly. Then, he bumped into Fang Mo who was behind him once again.

She suddenly realized that Fang Mo had a wound on his chest. She reflexively took a step to the side.

Fang Mo lowered his head to look at her face and stared blankly for a few seconds, but he did not reply.

Someone suddenly showing such concern for him made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Whether it was by Yin Xiyue's side or talking to her, he felt uncomfortable.

In his previous life, no one would care about his life. They would only ask him how much money he had earned today.

Seeing that he did not answer, Yin Yanyue's gaze shifted to the Honorable Court Lord and the Seventh Prince.

Despite the fact that the moon kept pulling at seven, it was still difficult to stop the seven from stirring up trouble.

Seven had not lost in the arena for several years, and now that he was suddenly defeated by a young noble from some unknown palace, of course he would be furious to the point of bursting.

Plus, with Qi Rong's irascible temper, it was inevitable that they would cause a ruckus in the dorm tonight.

"Fang Mo."

Yin Chengyue pulled Fang Mo, who was behind her, and planned to quietly leave the room.

Fang Mo did not have any reaction, and was only obediently pulled out of the room by her.

Just as they stepped out of the door frame, they heard the low voice of the young noble from behind, "Yin Xiaoyue! Stand still! "

Yin Yanyue stopped and continued walking without looking back.

On the other side, the young noble was trapped by Seven, and couldn't catch up to her in a short period of time.

"I'll first go to the inner circle and gain my identity." Yin Yanyue walked out of the dorm room. As she walked, she looked back at Fang Mo, "When we get our identity card, we'll go out for a while."

Although Fang Mo's current clothes did not fit him well, it was still a good indication of his size.

Fang Mo looked at her but still did not reply.

Yin Yanyue sighed, "Can you say something?"

Every time he kept silent, she felt like a lunatic talking to herself.

Fang Mo paused for a moment before forcing out two words, "Sure."

After that, there was no more "then". He did not make up any more words.

Yin Yanyue had a helpless look on his face. He stopped in front of a big door, swiped his ID card and opened the door.

She led Fang Mo through the door, but they had only taken a few steps before they came to another door.

"If you normally don't have anything to do, then don't wander around inside."

Yin Yeyue pressed the blue button on the door and walked over to the camera. "It's very troublesome to enter these doors."

With that, the door opened by itself slowly.

Fang Mo silently followed behind him.

Yin Yanyue turned around and looked at him. She sighed helplessly and didn't say anything else.

Every time he opened his mouth, he felt like he was acting another person's drama, and Fang Mo was the audience.

The final door was a fingerprint. Yin Yanyue impatiently pressed the fingerprint and finally led Fang Mo inside the base.

It was an old man around sixty years old wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking very serious and serious.

"What are you doing here?"

His tone was not the least bit polite. On the contrary, it sounded somewhat stiff.

Yin Yanyue casually sat down on the sofa, "Master Guo, this is my new partner. Bring him here to get his identity."

The old man called Master Guo glanced at Fang Mo, "How old are you?"

The air suddenly became silent for a few seconds, but Fang Mo did not reply.

Yin Xiaoyue turned her head to look at the expressionless Fang Mo, then glanced at the already impatient Master Guo and sighed helplessly again.

"I'm asking you a question."

She stood up, pulled Fang Mo to her side, and took a few steps toward the computer. "How old are you?" she repeated.

Fang Mo lowered his head and met Yin Yanyue's eyes. "Thirty."

"Help him enter it." Master Guo's face was filled with displeasure. He pointed at the computer and said to Yin Yanyue, "Those who don't know, they think he's dumb."

Yin Yanyue pursed her lips and turned to Master Guo, "Sorry."

Master Guo nonchalantly waved his hand and walked to the side to do his own thing.

Yin Chengyue glared at Fang Mo, who was beside him, and continued to ask, "Height?"

"One eighty-five."

"Weight?"

"Eighty-five kilograms."

Yin Yanyue found a chair and sat in front of the computer, "Where are your parents?"

Fang Mo's tone did not change. "Dead."

Yin Yanyue slightly pursed his lips and did not ask further. He only asked the next question.

Therefore, she spent half an hour asking Fang Mo about some specific situations. She was getting impatient, but Fang Mo was still the same as before, his face and tone did not change at all.