Ye Lingchen's turned gloomy as well. From Lin Ao, he could see the shadow of a Chinese martial artist, raising his respects for martial artists.
Unexpectedly, there was also scum in the Warrior's Department!
This instructor was also a martial artist. At first, Ye Lingchen did not want to antagonize him, but now he was hesitating if he should have Lin Ao settle this issue.
"Zhu Changdong sure had it hard. He's only on the fifth lap and he's already almost burnt out," Xu Yiyin sighed.
On the field, everyone was having a break. Zhu Changdong, on the other hand, was quietly jogging along the track, covered in sweat and his eyes barely able to remain open. It seemed that he may just pass out from exhaustion at any moment.
Ye Lingchen took out a bottle of water, stood up, then walked up to Zhu Changdong.
"Here's some water. If you can't manage then just stop the jog," Ye Lingchen told him.
