A month had passed, and Yang Yi's progress was astounding.
Now, Yang Yi's ability to hold a plank was far beyond just a matter of minutes. After all, he had a good foundation—youthful and well-nourished. As long as he embarked on high-intensity training and devoted essentially all his time to it daily, natural rapid progress was inevitable.
Yang Yi started to hold on tight, with both arms propped on the ground, sweat had already formed a patch under his face.
Zhang Yong no longer needed to instruct Yang Yi on how to train; oversight was sufficient.
In fact, not even oversight was necessary, because when Yang Yi trained, he was extremely self-disciplined. He didn't need anyone to push him; he would drive himself to the limit. Hence, Zhang Yong's greatest role wasn't to urge him to train but to timely call a halt when he felt it was enough.
