Chapter 676

ride to beg her to come back.After they got back together, neither of them mentioned what happened in the past.The fact that she brought it up now didn't interest him much anymore."It's all over and d...Chapter 676

It was still dark before dawn, and there were almost no people or cars on the street. Two lone shadows ran along the road continuously. Mo Baixue couldn't hold on midway and fell several times. Mo Yao didn't help him but jogged beside him until he recovered enough to continue running. The biggest fear in long-distance running was losing stamina, so they usually didn’t rest during the race. Although Mo Baixue had fallen a few times, it took them an hour to run ten kilometers. Since childhood, Mo Baixue and Mo Yao’s training foundation was based on completing ten kilometers within 25 minutes. Although Mo Baixue often lagged behind, he eventually ran at that speed as his normal pace; if he really had to run, he could finish the distance in 18-25 minutes. But now it took him an hour for ten kilometers and when they reached the place designated by Mo Yao, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping so hard that he almost foamed at the mouth and pretended to be dead on the road. People passing by the roadside were curious and looked back at them brothers; some thought a murder had occurred and stopped to ask Mo Baixue if he needed help. Mo Baixue was speechless as he explained that Mo Yao was his brother and they were racing.

The man finally walked away, while Mo Yao thought silently: Murder Really unimaginative. Looking at them, it's more like a rape case.

Gradually, the dawn spread across the sky. The weather in Riyadh was always so good; the first ray of sunlight illuminated the hazy air, bringing clarity and brilliance. Mo Baixue had forgotten when he last collapsed from exhaustion during training.

A long time ago.

They brothers have always trained, though they didn’t usually have time to do long-distance running but still did regular exercises to maintain their physical condition, regularly practicing shooting and undergoing fitness tests, all of which were up to standard.

This round was particularly tough. Mo Yao didn't give Mo Baixue too much rest time; after twenty minutes of rest, they ran back. This time they also followed the road when running back, but it took Mo Baixue even more time. He seemed completely drained, like being pulled out of water halfway through, his entire body was dripping wet, and droplets were still falling from his hair bun, his clothes sticking to his back. Every step he took felt like it cost him his life.

In contrast, Brother Senior didn't even pant after running ten kilometers. Following him back meant that he could run while listening to whatever he wanted without any break. It was truly frustrating for Mo Baixue; no one had the stamina like Brother Senior.

Bao Xiao could still breathe normally after a ten-kilometer run at his normal speed, but Mo Baixue would be panting after an hour of running at Bao Xiao's pace.

Comparisons can indeed be fatal. They left at 5 AM and arrived at Su Man’s place by 7:30 AM. Just from that distance alone, Baixue was already out of breath; he lay on the lawn without wanting to move anymore. Ye Wei and Eleven were practicing their skills in the garden. Ye Wei said, "This is such a humiliation, it took me two-and-a-half hours just to run twenty kilometers, even a pig can’t keep up."

Baixue wiped his face as he cried out pitifully, rolling on the ground, "Mommy..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, with a hint of blood in it; he could almost taste the metallic scent of blood. He couldn't talk anymore without risking vomiting blood. Vomiting blood after running twenty kilometers would undoubtedly be a shameful act that he must avoid.

"Five hundred push-ups," said Eleven. "Don’t stop, keep training, or you’ll feel even worse."

"I can’t move my little finger." Baixue was being stubborn. That’s how he always acted during his training; he would pout and whine to please the coach, though none of them really liked it. Still, even as he said so, Baixue obediently started doing push-ups. By 8 PM when he finished five hundred push-ups, he was ravenously hungry. After taking a short break to catch his breath, he went for a bath before finally getting breakfast at 8:40 PM.

Moments like this made Mo Baixue incredibly happy; even an egg would make him feel blessed after training, considering how hungry he was.

Mo Jue looked down on Mo Baixue and said, "Your running results are worse than when you first started jogging."

Today, Mo Baixue had been looked down upon many times. He smiled every time Ye Wei did so, but whenever Mo Jue disapproved of him, he would get angry. He slammed the table and said, "I was five years old back then, and I'm twenty-three now. Can you compare Can you compare Time flew by in a flash, and eighteen years have passed; how many yellow flowered vegetables could have gone bad, and how many outdated movies could there be Can you compare"

Mo Jue was momentarily speechless, while Ye Wei burst into laughter.

Their eavesdropping revealed that the first corner they made with their boss and Mo Baixue happened on the third day of training. Due to his heavy workload, Mo Baixue would collapse by the end of each day. After eating and taking a shower, he directly climbed onto Mo Yao’s bed and slept deeply for two consecutive nights without any movement at all. On the third night, Mo Yao thought that Mo Baixue would surely fall asleep again, so he was working on his computer.

Suddenly, he felt a warm body stick to him; the hands interlaced in front of his chest while the head rubbed against his back. Mo Yao's heart filled with joy as he realized that Bai Xiao had returned. He smiled and held his hand, asking, "Are you awake"

Ye Wei and Eleven had lost interest after listening to a few days' worth of conversations in the corner; although their sons’ dialogue was quite extraordinary, Mo Baixue recently went to bed early, leaving little for them to eavesdrop on. Ye Wei would occasionally listen when she wanted to go to sleep, only to exclaim loudly and urgently call Eleven over.

Why did she find it strange That's because Little White’s voice was different. At this moment, Little White’s voice was worlds apart from the living treasure Little White’s voice; one sounded like bright sunlight and clear water, while the other was deep, hoarse, and slightly seductive with a hint of sadness. Just by listening, you could tell them apart.

"Have you been training For your body, and to fight off the drug addiction. Are you tired" Mo Yue's voice was as gentle as water. Little White nodded.

Mo Yue patted his shoulder, gradually calming him down.

Mo Yue was very happy that Little White could have a moment of peace, a moment to forget everything in the past, allowing him to find mental satisfaction and tranquility. He could talk to him so easily now, chat with him as if nothing else mattered.

"It'll be fine once you get rid of your addiction," Mo Yue said. "Just be patient; it will improve over time."

What if it doesn't

Mo Yue was honest, saying, "Actually, I'm quite alright even if it’s not going well." up, Mo Baibai didn't look very much like he did as a child in photographs. He had gone through the family photo album and noticed that around age 8, Mo Baibai's looks were almost identical to this ch...