Chapter 755: Goal—The fifth round of the competition!

The next day.

Morning.

Xia Mujun slowly woke up from his sleep.

Before his consciousness was fully clear, he felt a warm, soft, and tight wrapping sensation on his arm, as well as the sound of even, light breathing close at hand.

He opened his eyes and turned his head slightly.

What came into view was Jiahe Lingxiao's quiet sleeping face.

She didn't know when she had once again moved unconsciously in her sleep, and was currently curled up sleeping by his side.

His arm, like last time, was held tightly in her arms with both hands, as if it were some important body pillow.

The morning light shone through the gap in the curtains that weren't pulled tight, casting a soft halo on her fair cheeks.

Long eyelashes formed a small shadow under her eyelids.

Her chest rose and fell gently with her breathing, and warm body heat was transmitted through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Xia Mujun could clearly feel that soft touch and the rhythmic rise and fall.

His cheeks instantly became slightly hot uncontrollably.

After all, he was in the prime of his youth.

Facing such close, defenseless contact, to say that his heart was completely calm would definitely be deceiving himself.

He immediately shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away some inappropriate, romantic thoughts in his mind.

He recited silently in his heart: She is the same age as Ruri... stay calm, Amitabha.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Then, he began to try to carefully pull his arm out of Jiahe Lingxiao's embrace with the smallest range of motion.

His movements were extremely light and slow, for fear of disturbing her sleep.

Fortunately, Jiahe Lingxiao seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

Xia Mujun felt relieved and hurriedly got up on tiptoe.

After a simple wash, he changed into a sportswear outfit and quietly left the still-quiet new home, throwing himself into the cool morning air and his routine exercise.

Soon.

Xia Mujun, who had finished his morning exercise, returned home with a thin layer of sweat.

The living room was still quiet, the two girls seemed to be still sleeping, and small outlines were raised on the bedding.

He looked up at the clock on the wall.

The hour hand had just passed six.

He was not surprised by this—he went to bed early last night and woke up naturally around five this morning.

Also because he planned to use that attribute point, he specifically finished his exercise earlier than usual, otherwise he would usually return around six-thirty.

At this moment.

Xia Mujun took clean clothes to change into from the closet and walked straight into the bathroom.

He took off the sportswear that was slightly soaked with sweat, but didn't turn on the shower immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the attribute panel that only he could perceive.

That one precious free attribute point was quietly flickering with a faint light.

Strength and Agility, Agility, don't need to be added for the time being.

Currently, the main considerations are Spirit and Constitution.

Constitution was just improved not long ago, and is currently at 8 points.

And the Spirit attribute remains at 7 points.

If one more point is added, it can reach 8 points, forming a temporary balance with Constitution.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Xia Mujun lay into the bathtub without water, letting his body relax.

Then, he added the attribute to Spirit.

【7 Spirit → 8 Spirit!】

The moment the command was issued.

An indescribable, intense pain that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul erupted without warning!

This time the pain was far more intense and profound than the last time his Spirit was improved.

If the last time was like countless tiny hammers beating and tempering his consciousness.

Then this time, it was as if countless heavy, cold, huge iron balls were smashing down in turn with violent force, crazily beating and compressing that formless "spiritual power" of his.

This intense pain exceeded the limit of physical endurance and struck the core of his consciousness.

Within just a single breath.

Xia Mujun couldn't even let out a muffled groan, his vision suddenly went black, and he completely lost consciousness, fainting away.

During the time he was unconscious.

Due to the intense spiritual impact, his body had an instinctive stress response.