"Huff~ Huff~"
"Are you sure... you come here regularly for a run?"
"Buddha... Buddhist-style runner, not seeking a certain pace, not competing over distance."
"Then could you maybe speed up a little? It's just that I feel somewhat embarrassed by the two aunties overtaking us."
"I... I'm mainly worried about stepping on the snails on the ground."
"Oh~ so you're not afraid of stepping on ants?"
Meng Lang: "..."
Under Lin Haitang's seemingly amused gaze, he finally felt that even if he continued to hold out, it was not enough to save his own face.
Just look at the gear on their bodies to know the gap between their levels.
One was a beginner's standard kit; the other was a high-end custom configuration...
He simply gave up struggling and started to walk slowly to catch his breath.
I said to go around once, but didn't say I had to run the entire way, right?
People live tiresome lives often because they can't put down their pride, can't lose face...
