Sometimes, motivation came at an unexpected time. Lin Zhu didn't drive his car today, and that was why he could only take a taxi when he had to go somewhere when he wasn't training at the sports hall. And when he had to return to the sports hall to continue his training, he also had to hail a taxi.
That was to be expected, and one unexpected thing was how motivated he got by the taxi driver. Hearing how the driver spoke so honestly to him without any intention of flattering him, Lin Zhu felt happy, and he even gave the driver a nice tip when he finally arrived at the sports hall once again.
He had gotten out of the vehicle after paying the taxi fare, and he stood at the side of the road for a moment looking at the four-wheeler moving away from him. The paper bag was in his right hand, and he glanced at it before taking a deep breath.
