Gao Shen woke up leisurely from the soft bed.

He grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, glanced at the time, and let out a groan.

It's almost eight o'clock.

His first reaction was to get up quickly, he was going to be late for training.

But soon, he was paralyzed again.

The seasons are over.

He is still immersed in the intense and intensive rhythm of the race schedule, and his biological clock has not been adjusted at all.

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