Urban God-level Selection System

It is now 7 o'clock in the evening on Friday. After eating, Zhang Wanlin exercises alone at home.

In order to exercise, the living room became his special exercise room, and exercise equipment such as dumbbells and abdominal muscle wheels were put aside.

At the moment he is doing push-ups, 30 in each group, each of which is extremely standard.

Now it has reached the fifth group.

Sweat ran on his face and body, dripping on the ground, forming large water stains.

After the incident last time, Zhang Wanlin truly realized that he must strengthen his physique.

No matter how strong the emperor's armor is, a qualified body is the foundation.

As long as he exercises his physique, combines his own boxing strength and the extraordinary power of the Emperor's armor, he can definitely defeat all the disaster beasts that appear, and he has enough confidence in the face of unknown dangers.

Ding Dong...still working out, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Wanlin hates being interrupted during exercise. This mood is no less than being interrupted when solving problems.

Who will come over this time?

Parents go out to do business, usually it takes a week or two to come back. They left only a few days ago, so they probably won't come back so soon.

If it's not your parents, then who is it?

Among the friends I know, no one has ever visited so late.

Zhang Wanlin wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, and opened the door naked.

As soon as the door opened, she saw a slim girl in a sailor suit and pleated skirt standing in front of her.

Seeing Zhang Wanlin's naked upper body, Xia Xiaotong was slightly surprised, and then blushed inexplicably on her cheeks.

She looked around, and finally stared up, and handed over a lunch box: "Hey, this is what the old lady prepared for you. Thank you for taking care of you last time."

In fact, she was embarrassed to say that she prepared it.

Since school leaves early on Friday, she had thought about it a few days ago and thanked Zhang Wanlin.

When she came back from school that day, she ran to the kitchen non-stop, and then started making a bento in earnest.

She has never made a bento, just for the gratitude in her heart.

It's been three hours after finishing it, seven o'clock in the evening.

It’s impossible to bring the lunch over tomorrow, right?

That would not be new.

So she came over on a bicycle with a lunch box.

The two are already close, and it takes less than ten minutes to get there.

Xia Xiaotong wanted to boast about herself, but when she saw Zhang Wanlin like this, she couldn't say anything, and left one sentence: This is what my sister did.

If he didn't say that, then he would doubt that he liked him before doing that, she didn't want it.

Zhang Wanlin took the lunch and didn't think much about it, "I will go back in that generation and thank your sister."

It's about to close.

Xia Xiaotong was taken aback for a moment. He made a hard lunch, and exchanged such a sentence. It was too unfair, and his heart was suddenly unbalanced.

She blocked the door and said, "Aren't you grateful to me, who has worked so hard to ride a bicycle to deliver lunch?"

"I worked so hard, diligent, and no one thanked me. It's really chilling."

"Then thank you lady who rides a bike."

"you!!"

"What's wrong?"

"Normal hospitality should invite me in and sit down, and then ask me if I want to drink coffee, milk, etc.?"

"It's too late now, you'd better go back, remember to ride carefully."

"I'm going to sit and pull for a while!"