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Fang Mo did not give her any reply throughout Yin Yanyue's speech. He just looked at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. He seemed calm, but his vigilant heart was still on guard.

Yin Chengyue, on the other hand, quickly fell asleep again. He slept very well, and was not affected by the sound of the outside world.

To her, this secret base was extremely safe. Even if someone broke in, someone would rush out first to block them.

However, Fang Mo didn't get up after midnight to wake Yin Yanyue up again. He remained calm like this until 7 o'clock in the morning the next day.

He wondered if it was because the viscount always woke her at seven o'clock and she woke up automatically at seven o'clock.

She opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. When she raised her eyes to meet Fang Mo's heavy gaze, she could not help but be startled.

But just by turning over and getting out of bed, this kind of noise was enough to wake him up?

Forget it, this is good. He did not have to go through the process of getting him out of bed.

"I have a match today."

Yin Yanyue put on a simple coat and got off the bed. "What about you? Go find a doctor to change the medicine, then have a meal and lie down to rest."

Fang sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her.

This was the first time he had expressed his interest in a match. He had already heard about this match many times yesterday, but he didn't ask.

Yin Yanyue paused, then slowly said, "The coach selection."

"I'll go in your place."

"Hmm?"

Yin Chengyue's hand that was wearing shoes became stiff, he turned around and looked at Ye Zichen, "You're like this right now?"

He didn't know how many of his ribs were broken, but it would still take him ten to fifteen days to half a month to recover.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by seven other sounds. "A, you are competing today?"

Yin Yanyue pursed her lips, quickly putting on her shoes, and opened the door, "Isn't the competition between 10 PM and 4 PM?"

It was only seven o'clock, why did he come looking for her in such a hurry?

"It starts at ten in the morning." Seven o'clock lit up a cigarette with an impatient look on his face. "But someone is here to cause trouble, so I need to make a face."

The secret service base valued geniuses, so no matter who they were, as long as they had the ability, they would be able to participate in the selection competition in the base, and it was also fair and fair.

But outsiders could not see the faces of any agents until they were sure they were going to join the Secret Service. This was to prevent them from being recognized when they met outside the Secret Service base.

Especially if they were recognized while they were on a mission, it would be very troublesome.

Yin Yanyue sighed helplessly. "Alright, I understand. I'll go draw after I wash up."

Seven nodded, smoked, and left without another word.

Yin Chengyue closed the door and went to the bathroom to quickly wash up.

As she was tying her hair, she heard Fang Mo say, "I'll go in your place."

Yin Yanyue was slightly startled and frowned, "You can't go."

If Fang Mo was in good health right now, she would definitely not refuse. She would immediately have him roll onto the stage and fight.

However, his body was covered with wounds. If he were to fight on stage now, he might die on the spot.

Outside, Fang Mo was silent again.

Yin Hongyue combed her hair, walked out of the bathroom, and swept past Fang Mo who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, "I will be brushed off very soon. Follow my instructions, go change the medicine, and then eat. When I finish my business, I will bring you to become my disciple. "

She had a strange feeling that Fang Mo was like an extremely insecure child, always wanting to stick to her.

Fang Mo still did not reply.

Yin Yanyue also ignored him. She once again opened the door to the battle preparation room to draw out her Facebook.

It was not just a few simple lines, but a face that seemed to be singing. The face was so full of lines that perhaps even his own mother would not be able to recognize it.

Since all the agents in the competition had to draw their faces, they had to line up.

By the time Yin Yanyue had finished drawing her face profile and was sitting down, it was already noon.

On stage was the match between the imperial team and the Gray Skull team. She didn't have the mood to watch the entire fight.

It was only when a packed lunch appeared in front of her that she came back to her senses.

He turned around and saw a messy face.

Although he couldn't recognize the person's appearance, it wasn't difficult to tell that it was a man. Furthermore, his build and height gave him an advantage.

"I'm not hungry."

Yin Yanyue thought it was one of the members of the scarred team and kindly rejected his lunch.

"You'll probably have to wait a few hours."

The man by his side revealed a slight smile and once again handed over the lunch in his hand ?

Yin Yanyue's face froze and was stunned on the spot.

This sound...

It was from Uncle Gu.

"Why?"

The expression on the face of the young nobleman did not change as he directly passed the lunch to her.

Yin Xianyue was still in a stiff state, unable to recover from his shock.

She was also baffled as to how the young noble had managed to recognize her. She had already drawn it to such an extent.

Right now, all he could do was eat some food to break this atmosphere.

Yin Yanyue opened the lunchbox in his hands and discovered that the lunch was unusually sumptuous. It was definitely not from the lunchbox he received in the base, but from the palace's viscount. He didn't even know where he got it.

She did not say another word as she lowered her head and slowly ate the lunch in her hand, trying to find an excuse to leave the palace.

But before she could think of a reasonable excuse, another person on the other side of her sat down.

Yin Yanyue felt something was wrong. She slowly raised her head from the box in her hand.

He turned and saw Fang Mo.

Yin Yanyue frowned, "What are you doing here?" "I told you to change it ?"

"I've already changed the medicine and eaten."

Fang Mo interrupted her, but his expression did not change.

Yin Yanyue opened her mouth but didn't say anything for a while.

On the other side, the expression of the young noble immediately darkened. This Fang Mo who appeared out of nowhere gave him a sense of danger.

"My lord, please come up to the stage."

The referee on the stage suddenly interjected a sentence, successfully drawing Yin Yanyue's attention back to the young noble palace.

On the other hand, the young lord of the palace had an expression of indifference, he stood up and stepped onto the stage.

The one fighting him was a 25 year old from the Gray Skull Squadron. He was only 175 years old, almost a head shorter than Young Lord Palace. However, his body was very sturdy, and he didn't seem to be weak at all.

Yin Yanyue stared at the two people on stage. He was a little worried for the young noble. If he suffered some internal bleeding, it would be really troublesome.

"When does the training start?"

Fang Mo's voice suddenly sounded from his side.

Yin Yanyue turned to look at him and paused for a moment before replying, "Two days after the end of the competition. One day rest tomorrow."

She paused and frowned slightly. She had some doubts in her heart, "Why are you asking this?"

With Fang Mo's personality, he always felt that he would participate in this collective training. The degree of training during the collective training was especially high, and with his current body, he probably wouldn't be able to take it.

Fang Mo did not reply and remained silent.

Just as Yin Yanyue was about to persuade Fang Mo not to participate in the training, a "dong" sound suddenly came from the direction of the stage.