Dragging her weary body back to work again, Zhang Yu walked along the field ridge, "We need to be quicker tomorrow, otherwise everyone will have already reached the place and we'll still be on the way."
It takes a long time to reach the place at the start of work, and it takes a long time to return to the team headquarters after work.
Sighing, Zhang Yu looked at the land that seemed far away, felt a momentary darkness before her eyes, and secretly vowed to move faster tomorrow.
Zhao Tong and the others all acknowledged with a sound, and Zhao Yu, passing by, overheard and chuckled, "As you think about being quicker, so does everyone else."
"Can you outpace the old intellectual youth? Can you outpace those who run fast?" Zhao Yu said before striding forward directly.
Fuming, Zhao Tong pointed at Zhao Yu's back, "Who is he, speaking so infuriatingly?"
