Nie Yongjin gasped for air, seeing the finish line about to be reached, his already exhausted body summoned a burst of energy, but the next second, a breeze swooshed past him.
"Strange, weren't Li Ang and Ling Zhenyu running ahead just now? How did they come from behind?"
As he asked this question reflexively, he finally realized that the three of them seemed to have been lapped.
Could it be? Even on a five-kilometer track, one could be lapped?
After finishing their running training and just about to go home and tell their grandpa the good news, they didn't expect their aunt to bring them a piece of gossip first.
"Let me tell you, I just heard that the folks next door have hired a freestyle fighting coach, so you guys should be careful," she warned.
Hearing these words, although Nie Zhaofeng still appeared completely unfazed, the others started to feel a bit panicked.
"We all practice martial arts, what's the deal with them hiring a freestyle fighting coach?"
