If the truth was being told, Tian Ze would definitely answer yes.
But what will happen after you say it?
Being identified as a traitor and then dealt with on the spot?
In an instant, a large amount of information flashed through the girl's mind, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Yue Cheng's voice rang out again.
"Well, although it's just my personal subjective guess, I can see that you don't want to go back to the white room. Including a series of actions that actively approach Wu Yi, I'm afraid it's for this reason?"
Without waiting for Tian Ze Yi Xia to answer, he continued.
"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything. I just want to give you a choice, Tianze. You can choose to return to the White Room before the new semester starts, or you can stay here but never return to the White Room again."
"If you choose the latter, I will change your personal information to 'betrayed'. However, not only will you never be able to return to the White Room, but you will also not be able to live a normal life. After all, Master Ayanokouji will not allow a betrayed White Room experiment to roam around in society."
There are many doors in this world, each leading to a different ending, but not every door will open to you.
Only a small number of them may be open to you, and when you enter one of them, the other doors will be closed to you and you will never be able to enter again.
"Go back to the white room or stay here, Tianze. Remember to tell me your answer before school starts."
After saying the last sentence, Yuecheng walked towards him, brushed past Tianze Yixia and walked into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed.
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Damn, I was so engrossed in the book that I was going to start writing at 11 o'clock, but I didn't start until 2:40...
Today's daily update is 5k, one chapter has 2744 words, one chapter has 2288 words, let's just count it as one day (sad)
Volume 438: Chapter Stupid Ibuki
After lunch and parting with Karuizawa Kei, Wu Yi returned to the dormitory to rest for a while, then staggered to the gym on the ship.
That's right, as a super luxury cruise ship that can almost be regarded as a mobile commercial plaza on the sea, the ship is equipped with a full set of fitness facilities for people to use.
People who come to exercise can run on the treadmill facing the large floor-to-ceiling window while gazing at the beautiful scenery where the sea and sky meet in the distance. It is quite a novel experience to run on the blue sea.
But even so, when Wu Yi paid the deposit and entered the fitness hall with his bracelet, he looked around and saw not a single person in the huge venue.
Only the slightly scorching afternoon sun shines into the room and falls on the floor, making it as lonely as the fitness equipment that no one cares about.
Good boy, it’s ok to book the whole place…
He scratched his head and couldn't help but sigh that young people nowadays really neglect exercise. Wu Yi didn't pick particularly and started directly from the first item from right to left.
The weight is piled up, start pulling!
The sound of fitness equipment in operation soon rang out in the hall.
Wu Yi is the kind of person who has no requirements for the fitness environment.
When I was in school and went to the gym, I often saw some senior students exercising "fully armed".
And being fully armed doesn't mean carrying all kinds of weights on your body, or wearing some protective equipment, but... some fancy things whose uses are unknown.
For example, Bluetooth headphones.
To be honest, Wu Yi felt tortured just looking at that thing.
Sweating when exercising is like dying when being killed; this is a truth that everyone knows without having to be told.
Just imagine that you are running on a treadmill and sweating profusely. The warm and greasy sweat slides down your temples and sticks into the gap between the headphones and the earlobes... Damn, it's too torturous just to think about it, okay?
Maybe those who like fancy things also find this torturous, so they wear a headband to prevent the sweat from dripping down.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that the sweat disappears, it just moves to another place and continues to stick, still causing torture.
Some people who are more particular may even get some high-tech bracelet to check data such as heart rate from time to time.
In comparison, Wu Yi's own equipment could be considered simple. He had nothing but a pair of sports shorts. He didn't even wear sneakers. He was barefoot. At most, he had a cell phone next to him in case someone contacted him and he couldn't hear it.
Not long after, after nearly half an hour of violent tugging and clicking, Wu Yi finally stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt his body starting to heat up.
After loosening the pull ring and putting all the weights that had just been piled up back in place, Wu Yi prepared to start training for the next item.
However, at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the hall door, and it seemed that after him, the second student who came to exercise finally arrived.
Wu Yi didn't care at first. After all, coming to the gym was not an unusual thing and there was no need to distract his attention.
Until that unhappy but slightly arrogant voice came.
"Huh? Why is it you…"
Ok?
Recognizing the owner of the voice in an instant, Wu Yi, who was busy carrying the weights, blinked and turned to look.
At the door of the back hall, Ibuki Mio walked in from outside in sportswear. Her fitted sports shorts wrapped around her thighs, which were quite tight due to years of martial arts training. She had a pair of simple sneakers on her feet and a sleeveless sports vest on her upper body... everything was smooth sailing.
"What do you mean why it's me? This gym isn't owned by your family. Can't I be here?"
With regretful look away, Wu Yi stood up and spread his hands.
"Well, I didn't say that..."
Ibuki Mio choked and pouted, then walked to the fitness equipment on Wu Yi's right, leaned over and was about to put the weight on it but stopped, looked at it cautiously, then gritted her teeth and moved... one-tenth of the amount Wu Yi had just used.
She was really gritting her teeth, because she usually only trained half of this amount on her own.
Good weight!
Ibuki realized this very clearly the moment he grabbed the pull ring with both hands and pulled it down.
And it wasn't just a little bit. If she usually used just the right amount to exercise her muscles without straining them, now she was completely gritting her back teeth and holding her breath.
But, still have to pretend nothing happened!
Ibuki Mio is often annoyed by her extremely poor interpersonal communication skills because her language organization and expression management skills are so terrible.
If other students said the same sentence just now, it would probably be something like "What a coincidence, we meet here."
But when it came out of her mouth, all that was left was the stiff sentence "Why is it you?"
But now Ibuki Mio is very aware that she has such a big shortcoming, and only in this way can she continue to pull the pull ring again and again with an indifferent look on the surface.
The issue is--
Why don't you look at her?!
From an angle that Wu Yi couldn't see, Ibuki Mio kept observing with the side of her eyes.
Even though she had already added such heavy weights, that bastard acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't even look at her and just kept adding weights to the rack... Wait, why did he add so many?
Wu Yi is currently fiddling with a leg press machine. Generally speaking, even for well-trained people, the weight they add is basically two to three times their own weight, which is almost the limit.
But Ibuki Mio clearly witnessed him throwing up at least 400 kilograms of weight... no, maybe 500 kilograms.
Before I could even express surprise or question, I saw Wu Yi turn over and lie on the leg press, and start to kick his legs easily and comfortably as if he was doing stretching exercises.
It still feels a bit light...
Wu Yi thought.
However, just as he was thinking about whether to add two more blocks on it to improve the exercise effect and test the quality of the equipment, he turned around and suddenly found that a girl with short blue hair next to him was looking at him in disbelief and her hands stopped moving.
"what?"
"...No, it's nothing."
As if stimulated, Ibuki Mio quickly turned her head and unconsciously increased the strength of her hands.
Then--
Karma!
Perhaps she used too much force at once, and the girl's body froze in an instant, accompanied by a sharp pain that seemed to penetrate her soul and spread throughout her body starting from Ibuki's arm.
I have a cramp...
No, it hurts too much.
Cold sweat quickly seeped out of his forehead, but Ibuki couldn't even speak. His beautiful eyebrows, which were always raised with great strength, were almost knotted together.
"What's wrong? Are you having a cramp?"
It was Wu Yi who noticed the abnormality and asked tentatively.
What he got was a difficult nod from the girl, who was wearing a mask of pain.
"Wait, the master will come to save you!"
Accompanied by a rising voice full of strong gloating shouts, Wu Yi kicked the horizontal bar with a half-ton iron block hanging on it and accurately lifted it up until it was snapped back into the standby position, then turned over and jumped off the leg press machine.
Volume 439: Chapter : The Girl's IQ Increases
"Okay, let go now."
"Come on, slow down."
"Just like that, slowly put it down."
"Relax~ That's right~"
A minute later, with the help and verbal guidance of Wu Yi, Ibuki Mio, whose arms were cramped due to excessive force, finally escaped from the "torture rack" that almost trapped her, and slipped to the side, gasping for breath and shaking her arms.
"Are you okay?" Wu Yi asked casually.
"fine."
Ibuki Mio turned her head away stubbornly.
Although he said that it was fine, his pale face did not look like "fine" at all.
Anyone who has experienced cramps knows the pain.
Because he would need it later, Wu Yi did not take the weight off the leg press. He went straight to the public bench between two rows of sports equipment, sat down, and then made a pinky promise.
"Come here, let me rub it for you."
"Need not……"
Ibuki Mio stubbornly refused.
However, Wu Yi would not give her the chance to refuse. He stood up and used his long arms to grab her collar and pulled her to sit beside him like a kitten. This pull gave her the beauty of a monkey's arms stretching out gently.
"That's enough. You don't need it yet. If one arm cramps, you can use the other hand to rub it yourself. Both of your arms are cramped and you don't want help. Are you going to rub it with your feet?"
As Wu Yi spoke, he began to knead Ibuki's biceps with his big hands filled with heat.
"It will get better on its own after a while anyway..."
"Then you will have to feel the pain for a while. People always say that a short pain is worse than a long one. Your long pain is quite long, but the intensity of the pain is not much different from a short pain."
"Well……"
Ibuki Mio was a little stubborn at first, but when she felt the pain from the cramps was significantly relieved as she was kneaded, she stopped talking and confidently handed her arm to Wu Yi, letting him do whatever he wanted.
The main thing is that it is indeed useful, and there are only two of them in the hall, so there is no need to worry about being seen by other students.
Wu Yi's massage technique was quite professional, and with each massage, the pain in Ibuki's arm quickly disappeared, and he actually began to feel a little comfortable.
She was embarrassed to say that she was fine but wanted Wu Yi to pinch her for a while longer because it felt so good, so she just kept a straight face and kept silent, continuing to enjoy it secretly.
However, Wu Yi stopped on his own initiative, with a half-smile on his face.
"Does it still hurt?"
“…I feel better.”
Although theoretically it shouldn't show, Ibuki Mio always felt like she was seen through, and she pulled her arm back guiltily.
Then continue to stare straight.
"Just say whatever you want to say~"
Wu Yi shrugged, indicating that she didn't need to beat around the bush and should just speak her mind.
Say what you want to say, and say it lightly.
Ibuki Mio took a deep breath silently and calmed down her troubled mood.
"During the uninhabited island exam, did something happen between you and Ryuen?"
