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The next day, Guiyu was still up early, but he sat up and was pulled under the blanket by Fan Yuyuan.

Fan Yuyuan's voice was very low as he said in a low voice, "It's only 6."

"Let go of me, I'm going for a run."

Fan Yuyuan tightened his grip. "It's still early, how can you be so energetic?"

Alright, Gui Ling Lu immediately understood