Early in the morning, Feng Zhu woke up and got up from his bed.
Suddenly, when he recalled what he did last night, he realized he had been foolish. Yoga? I am a professional player. How can yoga be effective? What's wrong with me? Maybe Coach Li went mad, but why I was so stupid then?
Besides, Coach Li was unfamiliar with those yoga postures, and his actions were uncoordinated, just like a beginner. How could he teach others when he is not so skillful?
The more he thought, the more Feng Zhu felt yoga was not reliable. After stabilizing his emotions, he thought that it was time to tell Dai Li that they should not waste time on yoga.
After breakfast, Feng Zhu went to the training ground and prepared for the day's training.
"Feng Zhu, come over for stretching!" The coach who was responsible for Feng Zhu motioned.
