Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 528: Can't Argue Or Beat Her

Chapter 528: Can’t Argue Or Beat Her

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

George stroked Amelia’s head gently. “In the future, no matter what happens, you can look for Eldest Uncle. Eldest Uncle will always be Mia’s strongest support.” Whatever she did, he hoped that she would look for him immediately, not change and not tell him anything as she grew up.

Amelia: “Yes, yes!” She stretched out her hand and hugged George. She whispered, “Eldest Uncle, I brought that female ghost sister back.”

George’s back stiffened. “Where?”

Amelia raised her chin. “It’s right behind Eldest Uncle.”

The female ghost had just been released and was staring at George with a sinister expression. George felt a chill on the back of his neck and the gentle expression on his face froze.

Amelia continued, “But the female ghost didn’t remember anything. The murderer clearly killed her, but the first person she saw was Sister Gyala.” How strange. Could it be that when the murderer killed the female ghost, the murderer had already left, and Sister Gyala was still at the event location? Amelia couldn’t understand. The ghost couldn’t remember the past. She had to return to the first event location where she was killed and find the murderer to help her find her previous memories.

George’s mouth twitched. “Let’s eat first.” With that, he quietly moved away.

Amelia nodded and ran in to brush her teeth. She did not forget to greet Seven. “h.e.l.lo, Seven. I’m back!”

Seven tilted his head. “Hey, have you eaten?”

Amelia was stunned for a moment before she suddenly felt discouraged. “No, Mia doesn’t have breakfast today!”

Seven’s face was filled with shock. “How tragic!’

Amelia: “That’s right!!

George was amused. Did Mia really think that there was nothing to eat? The old lady only said that there were no steamed buns and soy milk, but he was sure that there would definitely be something else.

George: “If your grandmother doesn’t make steamed buns for you, she might make an extra bowl of duck noodles. Go brush your teeth.”

Amelia rekindled her motivation and quickly brushed her teeth.

Seven flapped its wings and pecked at its feathers. It saw Alex doing push-ups outside along the balcony and curiously stuck its head out of the fence.

Alex: “999…”

Seven immediately perked up. It knew how to do this too!

Seven: “999! 100! 101, 102…”

Alex was speechless. He ignored the noisy Seven and counted in a low voice. “One thousand and four, one thousand and five… Seven: “One hundred and six, one hundred and seven…

Alex: “108… Ptui! It’s 1,080!”

Alex had been doing push-ups very quickly. Now, with a troublesome parrot, he had to be distracted by counting. Amelia had come down for breakfast, and he had only done twelve hundred.

Eric yawned as he came down. He perked up when he saw Alex doing push-ups.

“How long has he been doing this?” Eric asked, grabbing one of the maids. The servant: “… It seems to have been done since around six, right?”

Eric looked at the time. It was seven o’clock. A thousand done in less than half an hour? Fake! It had to be fake! The last time they did push-ups, a thousand took more than two hours!

“Did anyone see that? This person is definitely faking it,” Eric said as he squatted beside Alex.

Alex raised his eyebrows. “You think others are trash just because you’re trash?”

Eric was speechless. He was agitated immediately. Recalling Alex’s arrogant gaze the last time he did push-ups, he said, “If you have the ability, do it in front of me. I’ll count. If you can’t do a thousand in half an hour, I’ll… I’ll tell my mother! ”

Alex sneered. “How old are you? You’re still complaining to your mother!” Eric: “…” He couldn’t win an argument, and he couldn’t win a fight either. He was so angry!

Eric sneered. “Then do it. What’s the use of just being eloquent?”

Alex said, “Then count it.” As soon as he finished speaking, he began to do push-ups. He had been exercising all year round and had high-intensity team training. Doing push-ups was really nothing to Alex. He had already rested while chatting with Eric. If he started again, the speed would be similar to the one per second.

Eric’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Sixteen minutes pa.s.sed. Alex had finished the remaining thousand.

In war, there were soldiers with good physical fitness and soldiers with poor physical fitness. The survival rate could be 30% different..