Their suffering wasn't over.
Not even close.
By the time they finished the first lap, Han Yi was already crawling.
Mu Chen wasn't even running anymore—he was fast-walking with the soul of an old grandpa.
Lei Feng limped like someone who had fought ten battles in one day.
Yue was sweating so much her shirt stuck to her back.
Ling?
Ling looked exactly the same.
Tian Lei walked behind them with his hands behind his back, completely calm.
"Raise your knees. Your posture is collapsing."
Han Yi yelled without turning around,
"My posture collapsed yesterday! It died!"
Tian Lei ignored him.
"Second lap. Don't slow down."
Mu Chen choked.
"Second—?! We haven't even finished the first!"
"Then hurry."
Yue glared at him but kept running.
"If he wasn't our instructor, I would throw a rock at him."
Lei Feng gasped,
"I don't even have the strength to lift a rock…"
As they reached the start point again, Tian Lei nodded at Ling.
"Distribute the vests."
