"Dad, it's late at night, can you even see the road?" Zhang Fan asked.
Zhang Dongyang took out a headlamp and tossed it to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan sighed in his heart, my goodness, Dad is fully prepared.
"What kind of training?" Ouyang Feng asked with great curiosity, immediately inquiring.
"Ouyang classmate, do you want to join us? As a basketball athlete, it's not good to be so weak," Zhang Fan said with a naughty smile on his face.
Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed defiantly as he retorted, "Fine, let's see who's better."
"Hehehehe!" Zhang Fan's mischievous grin got thicker, "That's settled then, don't chicken out later."
With that, Zhang Fan threw the military backpack to Ouyang Feng.
The moment Ouyang Feng caught the backpack, his face looked somewhat ugly.
"Weighted cross-country?" Ouyang Feng swallowed, feeling that the weight was definitely not light.
