The Second Form

On November 3rd, Moxiu woke up feeling very tired.

Yesterday, he was struck by lightning for 30 seconds, and Xiao Hong, that lunatic, took him to an altitude of 9,000 meters. Today, he still had to participate in the second round of the one-on-one competition.

Mo Xiu covered his face with one hand. He suddenly felt that it was too difficult for him. He still had to fly with Xiao Hong to investigate at night.

She went downstairs and saw Yang Qingzhuo sitting on the sofa.

"What's the matter? What are you sitting here for?" asked Mo Xiu."

" You came back so late last night," Yang Qingzhuo said angrily." You were so weak when you came back. You must have done something bad with Sister Xiao Hong.""

It was indeed not a good thing, but it was not what Yang Qingzhuo thought.

" No," Mo Xiu said." I'm weak because I was injured yesterday. Don't think too much about it. I'm going to school.""

"I don't believe you," Yang Qingzhuo said angrily."