The ninth kilometer.
Zhang Fan and Ye Yanran's clothes were completely soaked with sweat; they looked as if they had been fished out of water.
Both of them walked very slowly, but both were gritting their teeth and persevering.
Neither wanted to lose to the other!
The foreheads of the youths trailing behind them were also dripping with sweat beads as big as soybeans.
Though they often went for morning runs, they generally ran down the mountain after reaching the fifth kilometer mark. Going up and down the mountain were completely different things; they had never tried running to such a height before.
Even as athletes, they were finding it tough to keep up.
"We're almost there, hold on," Zhang Dongyang encouraged. At this moment, he was also shocked.
This level of exercise would be considered terrifying even in a regular military camp.
In this city, a ten-kilometer cross-country run could only be called cross-country in this place and nowhere else.
