"Laugh my ass off?! Go run laps!"
Daniel Thompson stomped his foot and kicked at Harrison Clark.
Harrison twisted his waist, forming a C-shape, avoiding the kick just in time.
Not giving Daniel a chance to continue his outburst, Harrison took off running.
After running a couple of steps, he remembered that he didn't know how many laps he had to run.
He didn't look back, but shouted: "Instructor, how many laps do I have to run?"
"A hundred laps!"
Harrison Clark: What the f***!
He stumbled a bit.
Having the standard suddenly raised to this level, he felt a bit dizzy and couldn't react right away.
"Add another hundred! You've only got twenty minutes! If you're late, you can forget about eating lunch today!"
Daniel's devilish laugh echoed behind him.
Harrison shrugged his shoulders and looked around again.
Each lap of the field was four hundred meters, and two hundred laps added up to eighty kilometers.
