Chapter 137: Qi Mo Happy House, Sheng Mu Mu Execution Site

Chapter 137

Gym.

In different people's eyes, it has different meanings.

For example, it can be called Qi Mo's Happy House.

It can also be called Sheng Mumu's Execution Ground.

As for Qi Shaobai, two hours at the gym is a father-son tacit understanding bureau.

After an hour, Sheng Mumu was already done for.

Panting on the floor in a sprawl.

"I'm dying, tell me quickly, are my legs still under my waist?"

Qi Mo was dressed in all black workout clothes, looking more casual and relaxed than a suit.

The T-shirt and sweatpants were loose styles, vaguely outlining his sturdy physique.

He strode over to Sheng Mumu with his long legs.

Looking down at her with a smile:

"Don't worry, they're still there."

Sheng Mumu breathed a sigh of relief at his words, panting as she closed her eyes to rest.

Qi Mo bent down, reaching out his sculpted, powerful arm towards her.

The distance between them lessened.

His low voice rang out:

"Break time's over, get up."

Sheng Mumu suddenly opened her eyes, colliding with Qi Mo's pitch-black pupils.

She had always thought Qi Mo's voice was low and magnetic, very nice to listen to.

But now, it sounded to her like a demon's whisper.

Frightening.

Too frightening.

Before she could make up an excuse to escape, Qi Mo had already leaned down to grasp her wrist.

With the stern demeanor of an instructor, his tone had softened somewhat:

"Just two more sets left."

Sheng Mumu: "......"

She took a shallow breath in resignation, allowing him to pull her up gently.

Encouraging herself mentally:

You chose this! Sheng Mumu.

A decision made must be seen through, even if crawling!

Nearby, Qi Shaobai glanced their way, averting his gaze as he silently shook his head.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself:

It's just working out, yet they have to stick together.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Silly adults.

But as soon as her hand made contact, the soreness and tingling pain radiated from her thigh.

With the point of impact at the center, the stabbing sensation quickly spread through her body.

Oh boy...

The pain left her speechless, only able to curse silently.

Once the worst had passed.

She suddenly thought of something, frowning.

Wait a minute.

Why did Qi Shaobai's message seem so familiar???

Had she done something similar before?

*

Three days later, Beijing No. 1 Middle School's art festival was held as scheduled.

According to tradition, all classes were canceled after dinner today.

After eating, the students carried chairs to the sports field under the teachers' organization.

In fact, Beijing No. 1 Middle School had several indoor gymnasiums that could be used for the art festival gala.

But the students unanimously felt that outdoors had a better atmosphere.

Especially after nightfall, the stage lights accompanied by the stuffy evening breeze on the sports field was particularly atmospheric.

An indescribable feeling that could vaguely be called "youth" or "unrestraint".

Even if they got bitten by mosquitoes, it was worth it.

The school respected the students' opinions, only requiring that: they must carry their own chairs.

Not only their own, but also prepare chairs for the parents coming to attend the art festival.

Evening.

The setting sun dyed the horizon crimson fire.

The clouds were gilded with golden edges, drifting by gently.

On the campus paths lined with camphor trees on both sides.

Students walked in groups of three or two, chatting while carrying chairs.

Qi Shaobai and Wei Zhaonan each held a chair, strolling lazily.

Wei Zhaonan lifted his chair slightly, asking casually:

"Qi Shao, you're going to show off your Tai Chi Sword later right?"

Qi Shaobai shot him a glare, "It's called performing Tai Chi Sword."

Wei Zhaonan: "Oh, showing off."

Though Qi Shaobai's hands were restrained, his legs were not.

He quickened his pace by two steps, going to kick Wei Zhaonan.

Wei Zhaonan shifted his butt to the side, nimbly and adeptly dodging.

Qi Shaobai gave him an annoyed look, too lazy to follow up with another kick.

At this moment, more important than quipping with Wei Zhaonan, was to mentally review the Thirty-Two Tai Chi Sword Forms again.

He absolutely could not embarrass Grandma Tai during their joint performance.