For A Ya's question, An Jing didn't respond; she just walked straight towards Liu Feifei, who was running slower than a walk.
Liu Feifei's legs were obviously weak, clearly visible to everyone.
"Can you keep going?" An Jing asked loudly as soon as she walked over.
Liu Feifei replied weakly, "I can." Her voice was pitifully small, her legs so soft as if they would collapse at any moment.
"Louder."
"I can." Her voice was slightly louder.
"Even louder, I can't hear you." An Jing's voice also grew much louder, as if she were shouting.
"I can!"
"I still can't hear you." An Jing's voice became louder still.
"I can—!" Liu Feifei screamed at the top of her lungs.
Seeing Liu Feifei's spirit finally coming back, even though her body was still extremely fatigued and her legs were still weak, An Jing was very satisfied.
An Jing didn't ask Liu Feifei again if she could do it, she just said, "You still have three and a half laps to go. Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you to eat."
