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52. White boy

"Where did Miss Amora go in the morning blind like this?" Vincent asked, looking big eye bags in the area around his eyes that indicate Vincent had stayed up late, for what?Of course to complete the task of that boss

"I want to run in the morning" Amora said briefly, she was lazy to answer such a pleasant question, is it not clear if she wanted to run in the morning by just looking at her clothes and the bottle she was carrying

Amora got outside the hotel and stopped, she did not know where the park was headed from here. He decided to go back and ask the receptionist. Once he knew his way, he started running small. A little pollution makes the morning air feel fresh, there is also a point he woke up this morning. Look, even the sun hasn't shown itself.

He also does not know the truth, whether because it is blocked by high buildings or purely because it has not appeared which is the cause of the invisible sun at this time

When he got to the park, he stretched his body and started running. Greet everyone he meets with a smile and sometimes greetings. It turns out that many people also wake up early to run like this.

"Hello grandfather, good morning" Amora said a greeting as she caught up with a white-haired man from behind, her smile disappearing as she looked at his young face.

"grandfather?" the man looked angry, his forehead started to frown because of his words just now. At this time Amora does not know what to reply, she herself was surprised to see people who have white hair but still look young.

 How could he forget, even in his day there was something like this. Amora only thought that the new albino began decades away because of the continuous evolution of humans. The theory is wrong!

Amora is now nervous, afraid that in this age there are laws governing people who are offended by wrong calling. He does not want to be in prison, he is not even one year old at this time. He looked at the man worried

"Who do you mean grandpa?" the man stopped running, Amora also stopped. 

"That's it." To be honest, he didn't know what to explain to this guy. 

"You see my prowess running, you arrogant young man" The white-haired man stared dislikefully at Amora. 

Wait, why did this guy call him young. Actually how old is this person in front of him, Amora is very confused now, is he actually old but getting the same treatment as in his old days? It was clearly impossible, the technology was only invented three years before he was born. Then...

"Think what you are, of course I'm the same age as you. But I obviously think more mature than you" The man said. Amora sighed in her heart, it turned out that only the arrogant youngster thought he was more mature than anyone else. He thought he had offended a great man so he was a little afraid.

"While you say, I apologize for misunderstanding. Dah" Amora said, then she immediately left the white-haired boy behind her.

"basic arrogant brat" thought Amora, she had to defeat this brat, otherwise she would not be able to sleep quietly tonight due to anger at the thought of the boy's words, even her laughter had already hurt her ears

Amora increased her running speed, for some reason her legs felt light. Looks like this is the effect of his bracelet again, he thought happily. Not long after he could see a white-haired figure running in front of him, their distance was now not too far away

"Hi white boy, we meet again. I go first huh" Amora waved her hand as she passed the white-haired boy. The boy was annoyed when he saw Amora running ahead of him, just as he increased the speed of his feet.

The two of them were no longer exercising, but they were running a race. When they pass by other people who are jogging, either alone or with friends, they are always cheered and also given applause and enthusiasm

They had now raced three laps in the park and the white boy was getting tired, he was holding his chest which was now feeling claustrophobic. Amora felt something was wrong and stopped immediately, she was just playing around with the arrogant boy and had no intention to defeat him

"what's the matter, boy?" Amora asked puzzledly, she placed the boy onto a park bench near them. The white boy seemed to have trouble breathing, looking for something in his bag but nothing.

As Amora panicked to see him, she decided to call an ambulance until she saw a white dot on the boy's chest. Is this the magic of her bracelet again?

He hesitated to try it, but Amora was also curious. After all, it was impossible not if people would die if he just touched it? Amora finally tried it, touching a certain point seriously

The white boy looked at Amora confusedly, the girl in front of him was already holding the phone to call an ambulance but why was the phone put again in the bag. Was this girl in front of him actually his enemy?

He began to regret why he did not bring a bodyguard with him this morning. The boy could not say anything because he was busy trying to breathe, and could only see Amora turning serious

His index finger directed at his chest, the white boy started to think strangely. But he could not do much and could only stand by not resisting. 

"She" He felt his chest tightness now improving at every pressure, then felt his breathing return to normal again and there were no signs of his illness would recur. Was the girl in front of him a miracle doctor who was passing through space time?

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