Running around the island's coastline takes an hour.
Three laps take three hours...
After two hours, Xiaocong was too exhausted to move anymore.
He stopped, panting heavily, but didn't dare lie down on the ground.
At this moment, even breathing was painful. Lying on the ground would surely be fatal...
"You indeed have some skill. You've already run two laps." A cold voice sounded from behind.
Xiaocong turned around warily and saw Coach Zhou. There was no hatred in his eyes, only calmness. He hid all his emotions beneath that calm facade.
"It's because of your training. If you hadn't been training me every day, I probably wouldn't be able to run even a half lap," Xiaocong said calmly, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
Coach Zhou didn't mind. He approached Xiaocong and suddenly flashed a smile, "You recognized me a long time ago, didn't you? So why did you pretend not to know me?"
Xiaocong took a step back, with suspicion and caution in his eyes.
