"How about this: first run 15 laps, and if there's still time after that, add another five laps as a gift,"
Everyone: "..."
Liang Zhiqiong perked up her ears and almost doubted her own hallucinations!
What?
Add another five laps as a gift?!
A gift?!
They didn't want it; couldn't she just give it to herself?!
Right after the overloading physical training, to add another twenty laps, if they didn't believe Mo Shangjun was trying to kill them, then they really would be fools!
Not just Liang Zhiqiong, but the faces of everyone else also bore the expression of "damn it," harboring a deep-seated hatred towards Mo Shangjun that made their teeth itch, wishing they could get rid of her sooner rather than later.
"Report—"
Shen Qianqian opened her mouth, intending to shout.
However, Mo Shangjun was one step ahead. The sound of the whistle cut her off,
