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"I can carry it on my back …"

"Your back is full of wounds. The pressure will be very painful." Han Muyun's tone carried a trace of guilt and love. Seeing Zhuo Yanfeng's expression, Han Muyun's cold face immediately returned. "I also don't want you to drag me down, hurry up and leave."

In the silence of the forest, Han Muyun had a backpack in front and a backpack behind him, so he was hurrying along his way.

Zhuo Yanfeng, on the other hand, would occasionally look for some of the delicious wild fruits he had read about in the books. He would jog to catch up to him and hand them over to him so that he could share the delicacies of wild berries.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, and finally, thunder rumbled above their heads.

The gentle wind in the mountains also became violent, blowing all the leaves on the ground.

Zhuo Yanfeng and Han Muyun found a large outcropping of rock and hid beneath it before the storm arrived.

The rock jutted out to block three or five people, and the wind wouldn't blow the rain under the rocks.

Zhuo Yanfeng and Han Muyun sat inside, seemingly enjoying half a day of leisure.

Watching the wind blow away the dead leaves, Zhuo Yanfeng could not help but laugh, "Did you see that? This is the power of the wind. Although it is very gentle most of the time, there is also a rough side to it. "

"I've never seen anyone praise themselves like this before." Han Muyun put away his backpack, but he didn't know why, but he returned to his cold demeanor.

"You're so boring." Turning his head, Zhuo Yanfeng decided not to talk to him anymore.

Actually, she was still brooding over what happened last night, but Han Muyun didn't seem to have happened at all, just like how he always had been.

Zhuo Yanfeng could only force himself to forget.

"Ouyang Yu is much more interesting than me, right?" Han Muyun also turned around and looked at the bamboo not far away. There was a hint of unwillingness in his tone.

He was suddenly in a bad mood because he had realized that Ouyang Ziyun had raised Zhuo Yanfeng.

It had been almost two years since Ouyang Yu had given her all the flowers and rains, and she was displeased at the thought of it.

"At least more polite than you! he's not going to be like you were last night... " Zhuo Yanfeng suddenly stopped talking, and awkwardly looked at the gloomy sky. Sigh, he accidentally said the words that came out of his heart.

"What about me?" A hint of red surfaced on Han Muyun's handsome face. It was as if his hands were still soft and elastic.

"It's starting to rain." Zhuo Nianfeng quickly changed the topic, vexed that he had brought up last night.

She really didn't have the patience Han Muyun had.

Moreover, from the looks of it, he wasn't affected by what had happened last night at all.

Actually, Han Muyun only hid it well on the surface. He had been thinking about her the whole night, so he woke up early to find something to divert his attention.

Now, sitting together with her and smelling her warm fragrance, Han Muyun's heart started to race again.

Zhuo Yanfeng moved further away from him and stretched out his hand to catch the first few drops of rain. He watched them fall from the sky in a daze.

"What's so good about the rain?" It's not like I can fill my stomach! " After a long time, Han Muyun spoke with a tone full of resentment.

She actually stayed far away from him, watching the rain without even looking at him.

"Are you hungry?" Zhuo Yanfeng retracted his hand and took out a few compressed biscuits from his backpack and handed it to him, saying, "Eat some."

"I'm not hungry!" Han Muyun turned around, his tone even more resentful.

"Then rest, I'll call you when the rain stops." Zhuo Yanfeng stuck out his body a little more, staring at the bamboo forest which was getting increasingly heavy with rain.

He woke up early today and took advantage of the time he was resting to recover his strength.

"What's so good about the rain?" Han Muyun's voice was filled with displeasure as he asked stubbornly.

"Then what do you want me to see?" Zhuo Yanfeng frowned and asked.

"Isn't there a living person here?" Han Muyun finally fiercely pulled her back to his side and said.

"You didn't rest well last night, so now you can't rush while it's raining. Hurry up and go to sleep." Zhuo Yanfeng turned his head to look at him and said.

"I'm not sleepy." Han Muyun pursed his lips.

I can't talk to him, or... Do you want to do something more intimate to pass the time?

"In the afternoon, you still have to make up for the delay in your journey. You will have consumed a lot of your physical strength." Zhuo Yanfeng looked at the two heavy backpacks and said.

"I want to know everything about you after we separate." Han Muyun didn't want to argue with her, so he held her by the waist and whispered, "Can you tell me?"

"Not good." Feeling his body stiffen, Zhuo Yanfeng turned his head and smiled, "Let's talk about your lives first."

"You first." Han Muyun looked at her with burning eyes and said in a low voice, "Because I want to know more about your life, and don't want to be guessed at again."

Although he was certain that Xiao Feng still liked him, he still cared about everything between her and Ouyang Yu.

He didn't know if that bastard had eaten her tofu!

And there was also Du Yuan. I heard that he was with Little Feng every day …

"My life... It's as simple as it used to be. " Zhuo Yanfeng smiled. She was the one who only ran around the school and her living quarters at two o'clock every day.

For the rest of his time, other than eating, he studied and read. It was the same every day, without any changes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Amidst the sounds of thunder and lightning, the figure under the rock was gradually becoming blurry under the raging storm.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain finally started to lessen. Zhuo Yanfeng slightly moved his body, causing Han Muyun to fall asleep while leaning on her.

In the end, this guy didn't tell her what he had experienced in the past year and a half. After Zhuo Nianfeng told her about her experiences, he asked Ouyang Yu whether he had bullied her with concern.

He had not slept last night. Yesterday, in order to find her, he climbed another ten kilometers of mountain road. He was too tired …

Being quietly supported by Han Muyun, Zhuo Yanfeng felt a familiar sense of warmth and happiness amidst the raging storm.

"Xiao Yun, wake up."

The sky had slowly brightened up, and the rain had stopped. Although he could not bear to wake up, Zhuo Yanfeng looked at the time and saw that it was already 3: 30 in the afternoon.

"Ugh …" Don't leave me... Elder sister … I listen to everything you say... "I'll be good …" When Han Muyun heard the indistinct voice, he suddenly tightened his arms and frowned as he muttered in pain.

Zhuo Yanfeng was stunned, he didn't think that he would reveal such a soft side to him.

"Elder sister …"

These two words seemed to have a spell in them, causing her heart to ache no matter what.

Zhuo Nianfeng unconsciously touched his face and whispered, "When everything is over, I will come back to cook and wash for you and accompany you to grow up."

"Don't go …" Han Muyun once again dreamed of Han Sifeng leaving him at the seaside.

He trembled slightly and mumbled in pain.

"Wake up, Han Muyun?" Transforming his hand into a pinch, Zhuo Nianfeng pinched his face and shouted.

"Ugh …" "Mhmm …" With a lazy tune, Han Muyun leaned against Zhuo Yanfeng's neck, smelling the familiar scent, and finally woke up.

"We're leaving." Zhuo Yanfeng rubbed his sore shoulder as he spoke.

"When did the rain stop? "How long have we been delayed?" Han Muyun opened his eyes and saw that the rain outside was so light that he could ignore it.

"Just grown up."

"In that case, let's hurry up and leave …" After a pause, Han Muyun gently patted Zhuo Yanfeng's shoulder and looked at her with a bit of reluctance.

If it weren't for the tournament, I would really be like this for the rest of my life … However, he didn't want Zhuo Yanfeng to be eliminated in this competition due to his greed for the warmth of this place …

They had agreed to go all the way to the end and be each other's adversaries.

Han Muyun scratched his head, picked up his backpack, and finally stood up.

"If you don't want to be eliminated, then you have to go faster. In any case, if someone else becomes my opponent, then this competition is meaningless to me."

Han Muyun picked up a backpack and took out a compass to survey the exact direction. His face was completely devoid of sleepiness, "To prevent me from giving up, it's best if you perform outstandingly and persevere to the end."

"I won't let you give up. "But I think I'm a bit …" Zhuo Yanfeng was about to get up when he suddenly held onto a rock and said with a frown, "My stomach hurts."

"Could it be that I've eaten something bad?" Han Muyun's voice carried a hint of nervousness as he came back in a hurry.

Could it be that she ate the fish he made in the morning …

When Han Muyun thought back to the times he cooked and the times Little Feng and Qin Yao both had diarrhea after eating, Han Muyun became extremely nervous.

"Impossible."

Although Zhuo Yanfeng was not a professional doctor, he had read quite a few medical books, especially Chinese medicine.

She had even memorized the "Compendium of Herbs" by heart, so the wild fruits that she had eaten were definitely not poisonous.

Moreover, this type of colic was very strange. It was not from a gastric ulcer, duodenal ulcer, or cholecystitis … A bit like peritonitis?

Heavens, could it be because of that kick to the stomach last time that caused something to go wrong?

Han Sifeng looked at Han Muyun's nervous face and forced a smile, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"You look awful." Han Muyun reached out to probe her forehead, frowning. "There's no fever, but there's a lot of cold sweat."

"It's really nothing." Zhuo Yanfeng wiped his forehead, and sure enough, there was a lot of cold sweat on it.

What the hell? She was perfectly fine when she sat there just a moment ago, but why did her stomach hurt just by standing up?

"Where's your signal flare?" Han Muyun was rummaging through her backpack when his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Like you, I threw it away." His stomach felt dull pain again and again, and Zhuo Yanfeng felt a little nauseous.

She was determined to win this competition, so it was impossible for her to quit midway.

But now … Zhuo Yanfeng shivered — his stomach hurt, and he felt dizzy and nauseous. Could this really be an acute peritonitis?

"Throw it away? Do you really think you are me? He actually dropped the signal detonator! What if something happens? "

Han Muyun's face was pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He looked at the locator on his watch. If it couldn't work, then he would have to send out a call for help.

Although it was a field operation this time, the school had arranged it very meticulously. No accidents would be allowed to happen, and the safety aspects had been very well handled.