"An'an, I can't run anymore, I can't do it, let's go back!" my deskmate clung desperately to the post at the bridge, refusing to run any further.
"You barely ran half a lap!" Sheng Ning'an jogged back to her side, looking at her deskmate panting heavily like a dying dog, speechless. So much for exercising.
My deskmate whined, "Everything should be done step by step. Look, I ran half a lap tonight, that's pretty impressive already. If I keep it up for a few days, maybe I could run a whole lap."
Such twisted logic!
Sheng Ning'an handed her the drink they had bought earlier, even unscrewing the cap for her in case she didn't have the strength to open it.
"Thanks! You're the best!"
She took the drink and guzzled it down "clank clank clank—" until the suffocating feeling in her chest subsided, then looked up at her admiringly and asked, "An'an, how can you be so fit?"
Sheng Ning'an replied, "If you run two laps along the riverbank every night, you'll be as fit as I am."
