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George stroked Ameliaâs head gently. âIn the future, no matter what happens, you can look for Eldest Uncle. Eldest Uncle will always be Miaâs strongest support.â Whatever she did, he hoped that she would look for him immediately, not change and not tell him anything as she grew up.
Amelia: âYes, yes!â She stretched out her hand and hugged George. She whispered, âEldest Uncle, I brought that female ghost sister back.â
Georgeâs back stiffened. âWhere?â
Amelia raised her chin. âItâs right behind Eldest Uncle.â
The female ghost had just been released and was staring at George with a sinister expression. George felt a chill on the back of his neck and the gentle expression on his face froze.
Amelia continued, âBut the female ghost didnât remember anything. The murderer clearly killed her, but the first person she saw was Sister Gyala.â How strange. Could it be that when the murderer killed the female ghost, the murderer had already left, and Sister Gyala was still at the event location? Amelia couldnât understand. The ghost couldnât remember the past. She had to return to the first event location where she was killed and find the murderer to help her find her previous memories.
Georgeâs mouth twitched. âLetâs eat first.â With that, he quietly moved away.
Amelia nodded and ran in to brush her teeth. She did not forget to greet Seven. âHello, Seven. Iâm back!â
Seven tilted his head. âHey, have you eaten?â
Amelia was stunned for a moment before she suddenly felt discouraged. âNo, Mia doesnât have breakfast today!â
Sevenâs face was filled with shock. âHow tragic!â
Amelia: âThatâs right!!
George was amused. Did Mia really think that there was nothing to eat? The old lady only said that there were no steamed buns and soy milk, but he was sure that there would definitely be something else.
George: âIf your grandmother doesnât make steamed buns for you, she might make an extra bowl of duck noodles. Go brush your teeth.â
Amelia rekindled her motivation and quickly brushed her teeth. fre ewebno vel.com
Seven flapped its wings and pecked at its feathers. It saw Alex doing push-ups outside along the balcony and curiously stuck its head out of the fence. fre enovelkiss.com
Alex: â999âŠâ
Seven immediately perked up. It knew how to do this too!
Seven: â999! 100! 101, 102âŠâ
Alex was speechless. He ignored the noisy Seven and counted in a low voice. âOne thousand and four, one thousand and five⊠Seven: âOne hundred and six, one hundred and sevenâŠ
Alex: â108⊠Ptui! Itâs 1,080!â
Alex had been doing push-ups very quickly. Now, with a troublesome parrot, he had to be distracted by counting. Amelia had come down for breakfast, and he had only done twelve hundred.
Eric yawned as he came down. He perked up when he saw Alex doing push-ups.
âHow long has he been doing this?â Eric asked, grabbing one of the maids. The servant: â⊠It seems to have been done since around six, right?â
Eric looked at the time. It was seven oâclock. A thousand done in less than half an hour? Fake! It had to be fake! The last time they did push-ups, a thousand took more than two hours!
âDid anyone see that? This person is definitely faking it,â Eric said as he squatted beside Alex.
Alex raised his eyebrows. âYou think others are trash just because youâre trash?â
Eric was speechless. He was agitated immediately. Recalling Alexâs arrogant gaze the last time he did push-ups, he said, âIf you have the ability, do it in front of me. Iâll count. If you canât do a thousand in half an hour, Iâll⊠Iâll tell my mother! â
Alex sneered. âHow old are you? Youâre still complaining to your mother!â Eric: ââŠâ He couldnât win an argument, and he couldnât win a fight either. He was so angry!
Eric sneered. âThen do it. Whatâs the use of just being eloquent?â
Alex said, âThen count it.â As soon as he finished speaking, he began to do push-ups. He had been exercising all year round and had high-intensity team training. Doing push-ups was really nothing to Alex. He had already rested while chatting with Eric. If he started again, the speed would be similar to the one per second.
Ericâs eyes widened in disbelief.
Sixteen minutes passed. Alex had finished the remaining thousand.
In war, there were soldiers with good physical fitness and soldiers with poor physical fitness. The survival rate could be 30% different..
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