I survive in the second dimension by relying on sand sculptures

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Chapter 7

01.

At night, the stars are dim.

The city extends all the way to the seaside, but the prosperity is gone, leaving only cold, hard, and messy buildings.

There is a thin mist in the air, and the warehouses connected together are like giant beasts in the dark, silently swallowing and spitting out goods that cannot be seen.

In a warehouse belonging to the port mafia——

"Ola Ola Ola Ola——"

Kiyohiko has a pile of weights on his back, his eyes are bloodshot, and he is doing push-ups while howling.

At this moment, he does not look like a handsome boy at all. There seems to be some lines on his face. As he does push-ups, he is also very excited. His movements are full of tension, but he looks handsome, coquettish, and quite a macho man.

This is what Nakahara Chuuya saw when he came in from outside.

They basically have training every night, usually from nine to twelve. Nakahara Chuuya's working hours are relatively stable when he is on a business trip, so he can also be arranged. He was delayed for some time today. It was already ten o'clock when he arrived at the training location. Kiyohiko was already practicing by himself at this time, and he was practicing very hard.

"Don't do it for now." Nakahara Chuuya felt his head buzzing.

"Okay." Kiyohiko said, and then he glared:

"Mu da mu da mu da mu da--"

and continued to do push-ups crazily.

"...I mean to ask you to stop first." Nakahara Chuuya's mouth twitched.

"Okay." Kiyohiko stopped doing push-ups. After stopping the movement, fatigue immediately surged up, and his arms and abdomen began to ache. Kiyohiko directly fell flat on the ground and didn't move on the spot, and he didn't even have the strength to shout. Nakahara

Chuuya looked at the sweat dripping on the ground and realized that Kiyohiko should have been training for a while.

"Now take a ten-minute break and then move on to the next training." Nakahara Chuuya said.

"Oh no, are we going to move on to the next training now?" Kiyohiko said.

"Do you like to just improve your physical fitness all the time?" Nakahara Chuuya asked back.

Kiyohiko replied: "No, I haven't thought about what lines to shout in the next training."

It's hard, it's hard, Nakahara Chuuya's fist is hard.

He took a deep breath: "It's okay not to yell."

"No, yelling those lines will help me prolong my life." Kiyohiko said.

He was telling the truth. He yelled "Ola" and "Mu Da" while training. Basically, if he yelled for one minute, he would have a stable life span of one day. It's a pity that he couldn't roar for three hours in a row. Firstly, his throat couldn't take it, and secondly, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't stand it.