"Twenty laps. No food until you finish."
When Feng Ye, the iron-blooded king of hell, gave cold orders to the alluring "beauty" on the sand pile, the entire military camp thought that this beautiful loser who had been brought in through connections would not survive three days.
Shen Li lowered his delicate eyebrows and said in a soft voice: "Uncle Wang, I was wrong."
When he turned around and stepped onto the runway, no one saw the fleeting and cunning arc on the corner of his lips.
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In front of others, he is the number one dandy in the Kingdom of Heaven, and the most troublesome "connection household" for Uncle Feng Ye Wang:
——You can hide when you can in training, and there are many ways to be lazy
——I can't take my eyes away when I see sweat and muscles.
——After being kicked, I can kneel down faster than anyone else
Behind the person, in the depths of those eyes that were always full of moisture, there would occasionally be a faint trace of ridicule.
Twenty laps? It's not even a warm-up.
