At 6:30 in the morning, Joe Ga emerged as if fished out of water, listlessly eating a flavorless breakfast in the cafeteria.
He truly couldn't outrun them, even with all his might, he just couldn't keep up.
When he exerted too much force during the long run, the result was his rhythm becoming easily disrupted, making the run increasingly torturous.
The old bull in the cafeteria also had no time to sleep as he needed to lead the team in preparing breakfast early.
Seeing Joe Ga's exhausted state, the old bull, with dark circles under his eyes, said earnestly, "Boss, you've got to take care of yourself. Sometimes haste makes waste, and if you ruin your health, all of us here will be without recourse."
Joe Ga waved his hand to signify the old bull should serve him less cowboy beef stew, shaking his head and saying, "I can't eat anymore. There was an old guy who ran fifteen kilometers and lapped me just now.
