Ye Wenyu, with a happy smile, waited at the door for a minute, and raised his hand to knock on the door again.

There was no movement inside the door.

‌second, he knocked on the door again.

Humans are a creature that is very willing and good at tossing their own.

Various sports that existed in ancient Earth period were ‌‌. At first, it was to "challenge the limits of human beings". When the limits were seen clearly, human beings did not stop.

Why is this the limit? Why can't it be surpassed? Why can humans move? Why can hands swing? Why can feet move forward? Why can knees bend? Why are muscles elastic?

All problems return to the essence of biological matters. When humans are interpreted openly, the appearance of shackles has finally been exposed.

Since ‌‌, as long as ‌ breaks the shackles, won’t humans surpass their limits again?

——The answer is completely feasible.

Various drugs have entered the stage of history. They can help humans break the shackles and move towards new limits. Although they have fought wits and courage with the rules of sports, research has never really stopped.

Today, it has become something that humans in the ancient Earth era dare not imagine.

In contrast, humans have something, but they can't stand the tossing.

To this day, it is still fragile and has not made much progress in scientific research - that is the spirit.

Precision, complex and fragile. No matter how strong a person is, he cannot ensure that he has a strong spirit. Even if humans dismantle all their nerves and interpret the electrical signals to the root cause, they are still helpless with the appearance of "spirit".

What an obvious weakness.

Especially, when it emerges from a powerful being that it cannot control itself.

Ye Wenyu thought, his smile became gentler.

He held the door handle, his arm trembled slightly because of excitement. He silently recited it in his heart for three seconds, and pushed open the door decisively.

"I'm in."

The room is neat and tidy, with colors carefully matched by the designer.

The space is not very big, at least not like the place where ordinary people think that the "king" should live, but this is what Zhong Yu, who just woke up, asked himself. He felt that the place that was too big was not like the bedroom.

"Come again!" Zhong Yu turned around in shock, with an exaggerated expression and dissatisfied: "What's the matter? Can't you leave me for a moment?"

Ye Wenyu smiled and said, "Look at you, are you tired?"

"I'm so tired." Zhong Yu sat on the bed with his butt, supporting his knees with one hand: "I'm going to fall asleep in the next second."

"Then you go to bed."

One minute of silence.

Ye Wenyu: "Can't you sleep?"

"Sleep at your mother!" Zhong Yu took up the pillow and smashed it on Ye Wenyu's back, shouting: "You are here staring at me, can I fall asleep? Try it the other way around? What are you doing? Get out of here after you say that!"

"Well..." Ye Wenyu sighed: "I want to talk to you..."

"I'm tired."

"Aren't you unable to sleep?"

“…”

Ye Wenyu moved, a little closer to Zhong Yu, and said with concern: "How do you feel recently? There seems to be no problem with common sense. The researcher said that memory will be restored little by little with the awakening of common sense. Even if it cannot be restored, it will be easier to shape new memories... Do you think of anything?"

Zhong Yu took a deep breath, looking a little impatient: "There is nothing. I always ask what I do. Can't I see the results when checking?"

"There is also a possibility of error in the data."

"No." Zhong Yu turned his face: "You won't leave?"

He could hardly hold on, Ye Wenyu thought.

The legs were shaking significantly, the fingertips were congested, and the expression was also out of control.

He dared not meet my sight.

He seemed unable to concentrate his spirit, his eyes were focused. What was he looking at? What was there?

‌In ‌ cannot conquer him.

...Push another handful.

Ye Wenyu's mouth curled slightly, stood up naturally, and walked towards the bookcase.

That was exactly the direction of Zhong Yu's sight, and he mercilessly covered the colorful with his white royal uniform.

"You are our king, don't I beg you to care?"

"...I don't want to be this king. Don't you know the best about this?" Zhong Yu shrugged: "You said that you just need to cooperate with the training and do nothing else. I'm here. My training score should have passed, right?"

“Very excellent.”

"Then what are you pussy?"

"I'm not complaining about you..." Ye Wenyu pulled the hem of his clothes aggrievedly: "I really just care about you. Why are you today? It seems, don't be impatient."

Zhong Yu was stunned.

"To be honest, you have good training results so well that the coach comes to me. I want to ask if you feel it's hard." Ye Wenyu said, walking towards the bed. This time, he sat down tightly with Zhong Yu.

The thighs touched each other through two thin layers of fabric.

"The royal court is currently stable, and there are no large-scale hostile incidents happening inside and outside. You don't have to be so anxious. It's okay to slow down the training pace."

Ye Wenyu tilted his head and looked at him from the diagonally below.

"...Is it because you are worried about me? You used to be like this when you were in school. Although you speak inappropriately, you are actually very gentle to me and have brought me lunch many times. I don't regret it at all, this eye."

Ye Wenyu raised his hand and touched the empty left eye covered by his bangs: "Brother Yu, I don't regret it at all-out of your injury--"

"Enough!"

With a roar, Zhong Yu grabbed Ye Wenyu's neckline and lifted it up suddenly.

A smile flashed across Ye Wenyu's eyes, but his face truly reflected the pain of cutting off his breath.

That's it.

If you are a little more intense, you will break your strings.

"Go to the king of yours!" Zhong Yu roared, his arm muscles bulged, and he used the power of losing control to slam Ye Wenyu onto the wall, "Don't test me!"

"Cough--" Ye Wenyu's eyes burst into tears.

"What did you do with your ghost? What was the result? You would monitor it as soon as you go out. There was access control wherever you went. It didn't matter if you didn't restore your memory. In fact, you are the ones who arrange people to come over every day to talk about the ghost's heart!?"

Zhong Yu, who had completely tore off the mask, looked terrible, with his eyes like a beast, and his biological instinct made Ye Wenyu feel chilled all over.

"How many times do I have to say it - I can't remember! I don't know you! Let me be alone!"

Every time Zhong Yu said something, he smashed Ye Wenyu in his hand against the wall like a ball of waste paper. That is, the bedroom of the king, built with the highest technology, was shocked by such a violent force.

"Don't come to me again-" Zhong Yu roared, and suddenly a weak voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"Is it very uneasy?"

Zhong Yu came back to his senses, and his thin arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Have you always felt very uneasy?" Ye Wenyu asked softly.

He looked very pitiful, his already thin body was as tragic as a roll of paper pulled by a cat. The blood spit out made half of his face and clothes sticky.

"I'm sorry, you don't trust me, you actually don't trust me." Ye Wenyu looked at Zhong Yu, with a light in his eyes: "It's a terrifying feeling that I can't remember anything. Right? But you don't want to see that, including me, right?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to help you before, so too."

"I never wanted to force you anything."

"I just," Ye Wenyu took a sip and forced a smile: "I want to be your support."

At this moment, the tight chest cavity heard a fierce heartbeat.

Ye Wenyu closed his eyes.

"Ahem, I won't bother you anymore." Ye Wenyu let go of his arm, supported Zhong Yu's shoulders, and stood up shakingly.

Zhong Yu subconsciously glanced at him, his face full of confusion.

"Then...good night."

The door closed with a click, and Ye Wenyu grabbed the clothes on his chest and coughed suddenly.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the corridor and helped him to the medical room.

"Mr. Ye, you are too risky..." The doctor anxiously checked his injuries: "That person is not an ordinary person. If he fails, it will be fatal injury!"

Before he finished speaking, the doctor glanced at the expression on Ye Wenyu's face and couldn't help but be stunned.

What a lunatic, he was actually laughing.

"If you want to tame a beast, you must take some risks. This is common sense." Ye Wenyu gasped and whispered: "And my injury was not in vain. Finally, there has been progress, right?"

"..." The doctor lowered his head, and was puzzled and dared not answer.
To be continued...