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As long as it was a girl, there was no one who did not like people praising her beauty, especially the person that he liked. This was true for Zhao Xue, as well as for He Ruyue.

They were not the kind of "holy maidservants" who pretended to be noble and noble.

He Ruyue smiled sweetly and drank her milk tea generously.

Du Lei placed both hands on the table, and really just watched He Ruyue drink the milk tea. The way this girl drank the milk tea didn't seem out of place at all, rather, it made people feel that she was pleasing to the eyes.

Around ten in the night, with Du Lei's protection, He Ruyue was safely sent to her home.

Du Lei bitterly whipped the taxi back to the villa. He then took a bath and peacefully fell asleep, as a lot of things had indeed happened in this period of time.

However, this did not trouble Du Lei at all. His sleep quality was still as good as always.

The next day.

In the morning, at around 6 AM, Du Lei woke up early and started to run. This was his plan since college, but it was delayed.

Only now could it be put into effect. He even bought two sets of running equipment, jogging shoes, dry clothes, sports pants, and a walking bracelet.

Du Lei realized that under the hegemony inheritance's subtle modifications, his own physique had already become extremely terrifying. Even without training, he was still many times stronger than normal people.

He took a deep breath and began to run. In less than ten minutes, he had covered five kilometers. Even with such a heaven-defying result, he had not used all his strength.

Because while he was running, there was a foreigner who refused to admit defeat following behind him. In this sort of situation, he naturally didn't dare to act too heaven-defying.

After all, if someone who wanted to do something about his shocking performance were to find out that he was reported to someone because he was bored, it would be a huge matter.

That kind of speed had long since exceeded the limits of humans, and he would definitely appear in a concealed laboratory like a mouse, only to be dismembered and studied by those so-called scientists.

"Hello, I'm Michaels."

Du Lei then started to rest at the destination, and the foreigner quickly came over to greet him.

Needless to say, out of all the beauties that Du Lei had met, the one in front of him was the most perfect one, even though he could speak Chinese quite well.

"En, hello, I am Du Lei."

Du Lei smiled and shook his hand. Although he didn't really like the people of the Mi Nation, he still needed to be polite to them at the very least.

"Your body is amazing."

The foreigner stretched out his thumb and smiled, "It should be a lot of exercise."

"Yes, yes." I started running when I was a kid, and since primary school, I've always been associated with our school's long-distance running champion, and sprint champion. When I was in middle and high school, I even broke all kinds of records in the school. Ever since I was young, I had a natural talent and there were 100 or so people chasing after me to beat me up.

Du Lei never acted sloppy when he was bragging, it was just bragging, and that was all he was saying. Even though he had never participated in any sports since he was young, he was still a braggart.

"Oh?"

"So it turns out that Mr. Du has exceptional talent."

Michaels revealed an expression as he said with a smile, "There are many powerful people in your China. I can run into a talented athlete just by running a few steps."

"NO, NO."

Du Lei used the only word he knew, and quickly waved his hand: "I'm not an athlete, I'm just a running fan."

"What?!"

"Pervert!" Michaels couldn't help but burst out in English, his expression suddenly changing. In his opinion, a "pervert" like Du Lei.

His running speed should at least be a national level athlete, or one of those "mysterious weapons".

That's right?

How could he only be a runner?

"Really, I'm not interested in those honors."

Du Lei started to pretend to be cool again: "Our China only likes to be low-profile, in fact, we are very strong in sports. I know a few friends who are stronger than me."

"What?!"

When Michaels heard Du Lei's words, he was even more shocked.

He was in disbelief.

"Friend, don't be surprised, our country has the largest population in the world, and the probability of producing a genius athlete is also the highest. It's just that a lot of people who could become world champions are either doing business or setting up stalls."

Du Lei explained with a serious expression. There are so many people in our country.

Naturally, there were also various undiscovered characters in the competition, just like how many natural musicians might be moving bricks while many artists might be selling spicy hot bricks.

Most of the people in the country couldn't find the right job.

One by one, the pieces of gold were buried in the soil.

"So that's how it is."

Michaels took in a deep breath and shook Du Lei's hand once more. His excited and worshipful expression made Du Lei feel great.

"Hmm, if you want to understand more about this ancient country, then you should stay here for a long time. Perhaps, you can learn more about things that you don't know."

Du Lei made a pertinent suggestion.

"Yes, yes." That Mr. Du, you don't recommend us to take a photo, do you? "

To him, this was a very pleasant matter. Even 'you' were the first to arrive.

He had even used that word.

"No problem."

Du Lei nodded, he naturally did not care and looked at his "foreign friends".

He was delighted, but he also felt that his face was glowing.

Thus, Michaels took out his BlackBerry from his waist pouch and started to take simple selfies of himself, shoulder to shoulder with Du Lei.

Both of them were about the same height, and both of them were very well-built. This photo could be used as the cover of a magazine even without the use of skinning, beautification or PS.

"Thank you so much. This is my business card."

Just at this time, his phone rang, and he seemed to have something urgent, so he bid farewell to Du Lei and ran off.

Du Lei's status had risen greatly recently, so he naturally received many "successful people".

It was a business card. However, there seemed to be a huge difference between the business card in front of him and the one he had received in the past.

First of all, this nameplate seemed to be made of a very light, yet very solid material. Furthermore, there seemed to be gold inlaid on the borders.

It looked extremely lofty, with a few simple words written on it. Coincidentally, Du Lei recognized it.

Time magazine, editor, Michaels, call... "What?"

This time, it was Du Lei's turn to speak English. He was very clear about what the Time magazine was about, it was one of the most authoritative and powerful magazines in the world, and the foreigner he met was actually the time editor of the Times magazine.