"Ah?"
The password was actually eight 8s. Biaozi looked somewhat bewildered at the diary in his hand, and saw the faint yellow question mark on the cover gradually turn into a green exclamation mark.
A panel appeared in front of everyone.
"Task thirty-four completed, Zhang Yi."
Zhang Yi, standing by, smiled broadly, somewhat at a loss, scratching the back of his head as he pulled his brother into a hug. At this moment, he discovered something more satisfying than putting things in the refrigerator.
That is brainstorming.
He decided on the way back that he wouldn't just train his physical fitness in the Combat Training Virtual Space; he would also need to study, as he has a talent in this aspect which should not go to waste.
"Quick, look, look."
Old Pig hurriedly leaned over, several people surrounding the notebook, started browsing from page one carefully, afraid to miss anything.
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