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Chapter 1342: The Mysterious Deskmate (112)

“Xiaoxiao! Are you okay? How are you holding up?” His eyes locked on Mu Xiaoxiao and he reached out to push the huge billboard to the side.

But the billboard was just too heavy. It could have been hundreds or even more than a thousand jin.

Yin Shaojie looked at Jun Zeye with a complicated expression.

How could he hold up such a heavy load?

After the sniper snapped out of his daze, he rushed over and shouted, “Zeye! Are you okay?”

Jun Zeye was holding his breath and couldn’t speak.

“Come and help! Let’s lift this thing together!” the sniper said to Yin Shaojie.

Yin Shaojie looked down at Mu Xiaoxiao’s face, reached out to touch her forehead, and said, “We’ll get you out soon, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” Mu Xiaoxiao nodded.

Yin Shaojie stood up and Xiaoxiao’s eyes unconsciously went back to Jun Zeye’s face.

Their eyes met again.

Mu Xiaoxiao stared blankly. Suddenly, she realized that her hand was still placed on his chest.

Her hand loosened a little and she felt Jun Zeye shaking.

Startled, she was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep on holding the billboard, so she quickly pressed her hand against his chest.

“A-are you okay…” she asked carefully.

The billboard was made of iron and looked heavy. She noticed that his arms were so tense that she could clearly see the veins in his muscles, but his expression remained unchanged.

Jun Zeye didn’t answer her.

One person on each side, Yin Shaojie and the sniper almost used all their strength and finally lifted the billboard a little.

Jun Zeye felt the weight coming off from his back and he said in deep and low voice, “Hurry up and crawl out.”

“O-okay!” Mu Xiaoxiao said.

Feeling that her limbs could move now, she crawled out.

When out she heaved a breath of relief.

“I’ll pull you out…” She held out her hand to help him.

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Zeye’s arms that had been holding up the billboard let go and he fell to the ground. In a smooth rolling motion he rolled out.

Bang! The billboard was put down, throwing up a cloud of dust.

Seeing that Jun Zeye was fine, the sniper heaved a breath of relief. “Zeye, how did you even hold it up? Isn’t this thing at least a thousand jin?”

“No,” Jun Zeye replied to him mildly.

The sniper looked around and cast a curious glance at Yin Shaojie, and he asked quizzically, “Where’s the police? Why are you the only one here?”

“Downstairs,” Yin Shaojie casually replied. Then he rushed to Mu Xiaoxiao and carefully checked if she had been injured.

“I’m fine. But why are you hurt all over?” Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head at him and became worried about him instead.

“It’s just minor injuries.” Yin Shaojie smiled and pulled her into his arms. Feeling her in his arms again, his tense heart finally relaxed.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn’t believe him. She wanted to see his injuries but he held her so tightly that she couldn’t push him away.

She paused. Then her little arms wrapped around his back.

The sniper walked over to Jun Zeye to check on his injury, afraid that he suffered internal injuries from the crushing load.