Borger said goodbye to his family and was about to take the public bus to Kings Ranch to meet with his teammates. He wore headphones, listened to the music played out from the ipod, chewing gum in his mouth, looked around in front of the station, and his head was still little by little to the rhythm of the music.

The next second, his head-shaking movement stopped and no longer looked around. His eyes fell on the sidewalk across the street. Under the shade of the tree, he saw a familiar figure running by with his bag.

"Chinese boy!?" He was shocked. The person who ran over was Chu Zhongtian. "What is he doing?"

His eyes followed Chu Zhongtian's back until Chu Zhongtian disappeared at the end of the road.

Later, Borger saw Chu Zhongtian again. At that time, he had already driven out of Wimbledon on the public bus. Through the car window, he saw Chu Zhongtian running on the side of the road.

A thought suddenly emerged in his mind - this kid doesn't go to the court every time he trains, right?

He turned his head and looked at Chu Zhongtian who was gradually overtaken by the bus, and his heart felt like he had a bottle of five flavors.

After that, he saw Chu intermittently several times, because he was driven up from behind by Chu Zhongtian because of traffic jams on the road, waiting for traffic lights, or getting on and off passengers by the station.

The sweat on his body shone under the scorching sun, making Borger dazzled.

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When Borger arrived at Kings Ranch, many of his teammates had arrived in advance, and he easily found Russell in the crowd.

"How did you come?" he asked.

"Dad drove me to the car, and he happened to come to Kingston to do business."

Borger asked again: "Didn't you come here?"

"I'm crazy? I'm five miles from my house, I'm here? Do I have the strength to play?" Russell was a little surprised. He looked at Borger. "Why did you think of asking such a mentally retarded question? Let's not talk about me, we basically live in Wimbledon. Who would come? Unless he has a brain problem!"

Hearing his friend say so decisively, Borger's expression on his face became even more exciting. He leaned into Russell's ear and said to him: "You can't say it, I think there is really such a person in our team who has problems..."

"Who?" Russell was also a little curious when he saw Bolger's mysterious appearance.

"That Chinese. I saw him running while waiting for the bus. Later, in the car, I saw him again. I saw him several times along the way, running towards here... Then I suddenly thought of a question, I asked why when I saw him coming to train, my body was always wet and sweating..."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Russell, and the other party was already in surprise and couldn't stop talking.

"I don't believe it." Russell cut his way. He really didn't believe that no one would run four or five miles to play another ninety-minute game in such hot weather. This is not a warm-up at all, it is unnecessary consumption of his physical strength. No one who knows kinesiology will do such a stupid thing.

"I swear to God." Borger raised his hand, "I really saw him running all the way..."

"Are you sure you read the wrong person?"

"No. I'm so familiar with him. I've been doing it right for so long. If I can't even remember what he looks like, it would be a failure." Borger shook his head like a rattle.

Russell stopped talking.

"Well, since you don't believe it, Alai. Then let's go there and wait to see how he came!" Borger pointed to the entrance of the alley.

Russell thought this was a good idea. Only by seeing it with his own eyes can he believe that what Borger said was true. It was not that he did not believe in his good friends, but that this matter was too incredible and violated the common sense of ordinary people...

So the two walked out together and came to the entrance of Jack Goodchild Lane, waiting there. Not far from them was the station of Bus No. 131, and further forward, and to the east, it was Kingston Road leading to Wimbledon. Under the distant horizon, cars drove in, or drove out of their sight. There were no pedestrians on the green sidewalk, and it was too hot at this time, no one wanted to hang out. If someone came from that direction, it was easy to identify.

After waiting for about ten minutes, they did not see Chu Zhongtian except for the cars coming and going and the few pedestrians.

"I think you must have recognized the wrong person, Gavin." Russell said to Bolger with a smile, while he felt a little relieved.

"How is it possible..." Borge wanted to argue, but suddenly he pointed to the front and shouted: "Look! Alai! It's that boy, that Chinese!"

Russell turned his head and saw a figure slowly rising at the end of the road. In the scorching sun, the air on the asphalt road was twisting and rolling, making the visitor look a little illusory. But the black hair shone white in the sun, very eye-catching. As he swung his arms, a dazzling light continued to flash on his arms, and finally shone into a circle. When he was getting closer, Russell saw clearly that the flashes were sweat on his arms.

And this person is Chu Zhongtian, a Chinese boy who has fought with him for more than a month!

As Chu Zhongtian gradually came, Borge stopped shouting. He didn't want the other party to see him happy because of his appearance, so he couldn't explain it clearly.

Russell watched Chu Zhongtian run from the end of the road, running closer and closer. When he passed the 131st platform, he slowed down and changed to running to walking, walking towards them step by step.

Not only the arms, face, neck, and legs, there was sweat, and it shone brightly in the dazzling sunshine in the afternoon.

Moreover, in Russell and Borger's eyes, with Chu Zhongtian's wave and legs, light continued to sprinkle out of his body, making him look like a god descending to earth - in fact, the sweat that was just thrown out of him.

Chu Zhongtian saw the two old enemies standing at the entrance of the alley. Although he had decided not to fight again, it did not mean that they were good friends from now on. He did not say hello to the two people and walked straight past them. He was just a little confused. What did the two people see behind him?

So after walking past two people, he also looked back. Kingston Highway, which was heading east, there were cars coming and going on the road. The green trees on the side of the road gently swayed branches in the breeze. On both sides of the road were a row of white walls and red roofs. Further ahead was the horizon, and the blue sky intersected with the earth. Everything was normal. He didn't know how many times he had seen this scene. Is there anything wrong with it? There was no alien spaceship in the sky, and there was no monster legion rolling under the horizon...

What he didn't know was that in Russell and Borger's mind, he was the alien falling from the sky, a big monster that emerged from below the horizon...

Only when Chu Zhongtian left did the two of them come to their senses.

"I really came here..." Russell murmured.

"I really don't know what material he is made of..." Borge lamented at the perversion of Chu Zhongtian's physical energy.

Before coming to training, he had to come from Wimbledon, and then warm up for four thousand meters before the training began. After an afternoon of training, he relaxed and jogged one thousand meters. Then he had to be left to receive punitive extra training...

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been exhausted. He was like this every day!

Russell felt an irresistible sense of frustration in his heart.

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