"Old Lv, so you're just messing with me?"
Xiao Feng sat in the courtyard, crossed his legs, and took a sip of tea: "Didn't you say practice a few times? "
It's been nearly an hour, and you haven't even finished once. By the time you finish a few times, it'll probably be dinner time."
Lv Ziming's face turned red with embarrassment, covered in sweat as if he'd just washed his face without drying it, and his arms and legs trembled occasionally, gritting his teeth and looking overexerted.
"Thud!"
After thirty seconds, Lv Ziming finally couldn't sustain and fell directly to the ground.
"Seventh time." Xiao Feng spoke lightly, counting the number of times the other had fallen.
Lv Ziming felt even more ashamed, lowered his head, and said: "Boss, I'll risk my life to complete this set of movements within an hour."
Saying so, he gritted his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, slowly and painfully trying to get up.
