[Quick Transmigration] On the correct posture to bend the sick girl

Wait, why did he suddenly have a sense of sight as if some strange mechanism had been opened.

"Has the host activated the 'Devil's Purgatory Trial'?"

This name sounds very magical, so let's try it first.

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, a room similar to a gym appeared in front of Zuo Ye. He was dazzled by all kinds of fitness equipment.

"It is an honor for this system to be praised by the host."

It's an honor or something, just give me a golden finger.

Hiding the thousands of thoughts in his heart, he walked to the side of the running machine and asked.

"How many kilometers do I need to run?"

"Because the host is trying for the first time, if he can run 10 kilometers in 7 minutes, he will be rewarded with a force value of 30. There is only one chance. Please grasp the host carefully. Do you want to run now?"

7 kilometers... If you run in 10 minutes... oh, forget it, see the trick...

"Yes."

"Then prepare."

Out of the instinct of the original owner, his body immediately assumed the posture of preparation. Zuo Ye sighed secretly. Fortunately, the shell he wore was a year-round jogger, and his grades might not be too bad. Thinking about it, the system came to his ears. shout.

"Three, two, one, go."

In the first 5 minutes, Zuo Ye turned grief and anger into motivation and insisted on running. The black and white screen on the treadmill displayed the data, his legs felt a little sore, and his breathing became a little disordered, but he quickly adjusted it back.

At 10 minutes, sweat dripped down his forehead, and the soreness in his legs couldn't be better. He was extremely comfortable, and he couldn't adjust his breathing. The data of 4 kilometers was displayed on the counting screen. Average speed, but Zuo Ye is still a bit powerless, not to mention that the last 10 minutes are mainly a test of endurance.

"Host, how about giving you a piece of Xuanmai? I can't stop talking at all."

Hearing the stupidity of his own system, Zuo Ye felt a little better. He endured the soreness in his legs and accelerated his speed. He prayed in his heart that he hoped that Emperor Tian would pay off and let him pass this test smoothly.

In the last 5 minutes, he ran the remaining 30 kilometer with the belief that 1 force points cannot be lost. When he was told that there was 1 minute left, he almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, and leaned close to his body. On the rest bench next to him, he was lying flat and panting, his bones all over his body felt uncomfortable as if they were falling apart.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task, reward 30 force value."

Seeing the force value on the screen change from 5 to 35, he finally smiled sincerely.

"First from the left."

After resting for a while, Zuo Ye, who felt a little more comfortable in his body, shouted outside.

"Master, do you have any orders?"

Hearing the sound, Zuo Yi pushed open the door, and asked respectfully, but he heard Zuo Ye's somewhat unsteady breathing, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something is wrong with the young master's body?

"Help me prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."

I don't know if it's the relationship between the characters or something else, Zuo Ye only felt that the sweat on his body was sticking to his clothes, which was a little disgusting, but he didn't notice how smelly the sweat was, and judging by Zuo Yi's expression, the original owner was still sweating a lot. The stinky man was overjoyed immediately, this setting is simply a goddamn magic tool for picking up girls.

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