Chen Wu didn't say anything.

He hung up the phone, took out a cigarette at the window, lit it silently, and stood for a long time.

He hasn't smoked in the office for a long time.

Chen Wu waited until only a small piece of cigarette was left before he gently pinched it out.

Then he walked to his desk and picked up the document with the Huawu logo.

Use heavy hands to read.

............

Gao Yao was very painful, and he was forced to play more than ten games with Yi Chuan every day.

If you need to be high in the early stage, you can be perfunctory.

After all, I am still strong.

After a few days, the pressure became stronger and stronger.

He found that Yi Chuan's strength was rapidly improving, as if he had turned on a plug-in.

I was actually in a draw with Yi Chuan.

You must know that you have cultivated the power of seventeen wisps of blood. If you work harder, you can break through the twenty marks.

But Yichuan...is clearly an F-level.

Thinking of this, Gao Yao was a little angry.

Yi Chuan is really a monster.

It's simply terrible.

But... he could also feel the benefits he got from it.

That is combat experience.

Several competitors who are of the same quality and cultivation process as themselves are not their opponents.

Thinking of this, Gao Yao felt much better.

Even vaguely looking forward silently.

Fighting is much more interesting than boring practice.

But... Gao Yao looked at the time and felt confused.

Why haven't Yi Chuan come yet?

Logically speaking, it is almost ten o'clock in the morning now, and Yi Chuan should have kicked and kicked him out for a trial in the training room.
Chapter completed!