A breeze blew past the two of them.
A cloud of dust visible to the naked eye was floating in the air.
Only Fran and Under the Snow were left in the originally noisy open space.
The atmosphere was filled with awkwardness.
Fran looked at the group of people who ran faster than rabbits.
He scratched his head and muttered,"
"Mommy, this group is really too much."
"You didn't even say goodbye when you left. What a bunch of heartless fellows."
Fran grumbled a few words and looked at the snow in front of him.
The corners of his mouth curled up.
Coupled with his short yellow hair, he did look like a hooligan.
This feeling reminded her of her junior high school days.
Every time school ended, there would always be a group of hooligans riding batteries and bicycles at the school gate.
There was a group of people smoking, gossiping, and looking at girls at the school gate.
Wasn't this kind of hooligan somewhat similar to Fran at this moment?
However, Fran gave him the feeling that he was a big gangster.
Fran looked under the snow and found that he was looking at him with a strange expression.
That gaze made him very unhappy.
"Brat, what are you looking at? I'm going to torture you today.”
As he spoke, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Quick, run fifty laps around this open space.”
When Under the Snow heard this, she looked at him in confusion.
So sudden! He wasn't prepared at all.
The training began!
Fran saw that he was still in a daze under the snow and looked at him with a frown on his handsome face.
"Do you have something to say? Or are you dissatisfied with my words?？”
Fran stuck his head out and looked at the little face under the snow.
She tilted her mouth and looked at the small thing under the snow.
Under the Snow immediately straightened her body and shouted,
"No!"
Fran stood up and looked up at him, his face calm.
Then, his expression changed and he shouted,
"No, hurry up and run.”
The deafening feeling made Under the Snow shrink her neck.
"Yes, yes. I'll start running now."
Speaking of which, this empty space wasn't big.
One lap was about 50 meters.
Fifty laps, which was 2,500 meters.
Speaking of which, this number was very small.
However, it was very difficult for the snow to fall.
Firstly, his body had not developed well.
Secondly, there were some defects in his bones.
In addition to malnutrition, he did not absorb any nutrients during his growth period.
In the end, he was beaten up.
2,500 meters was like a natural moat, an existence that could not be crossed.
Under the snow, under Fran's gaze, he began to run slowly.
Fran nodded in satisfaction.
He walked toward the stone block at the side like an old man.
After sitting down, he watched the snow running on the empty ground in boredom.
The old walls, the dim lights, and the yellow land.
He had only run two laps under the snow when he started to pant.
His forehead was covered in sweat after a hundred meters because of the two circles.
Under the snow, he could clearly feel his heart beating violently.
His breathing turned from calm to rapid.
This body was really useless! Years of insufficient nutrition.
His body had long been emptied.
Under the snow, she recalled the basic principles of running that her teacher taught her during her physical education class.
Some small tricks could still be used.
For a short run, the rhythm of breathing was the most crucial point.
If he couldn't even grasp this point, he wouldn't be able to do fifty laps.
Five laps was already enough.
Due to the lack of physical strength and the hot surroundings.
Under the Snow heaved a long sigh of relief.
He calmed his heart.
Under the snow, he began to run slowly at the pace of three steps and one breath.
He slowed down his pace.
He started jogging rhythmically.
Although it was still very strenuous, it was many times better than the beginning.
At the stone pier, Fran was constantly watching him.
He realized that his footsteps were extremely messy and his breathing was abnormally chaotic under the snow.
He began to run at his own pace.
His eyes lit up.
"Oh! This kid was quite smart. He knew how to adjust his breathing.”
"I thought I was going to give this brat a long lecture and teach him a lesson!”
"Looks like it saved me a lot of trouble.”
Fran whispered in a low voice that only he could hear.
After an unknown amount of time.
In this underground street of the capital, if there was no clock to watch, it would be impossible to see.
He would not know if it was day or night inside.
This was because the underground street was in a cavern world.
No sunlight, no white clouds, no blue sky
Even green plants were hard to see.
For Fran, who was picking his nose, only seven to eight minutes had passed.
However, to the snow on the ground, every second felt like a year.
He had only run about ten laps, but under the snow, he felt as if his legs had been installed with lead balls.
It was difficult for him to move his feet.
His hands also gradually felt weak, and he wiped the bean-sized sweat off his head.
Gritting his teeth, he continued running forward.
He had to persevere. Otherwise, when would he be able to complete the missions in the system?
At this moment, Fran was lying down instead of sitting on the stone block.
Lying down was much more comfortable than sitting.
He looked at the snow that passed by him like a turtle.
He gloated and shouted,
"Little brat, do it! Don't stop!"
"If you don't have the strength, just crawl. You'd better crawl these 50 laps too.”
"Otherwise, I'll give you more training tomorrow.”
" Ou Li!!!"
Fran's voice was full of mockery and schadenfreude.
It sounded very harsh, but there was no time to care about it under the snow.
He used all his strength.
If he was disturbed by Fran, his rhythm would be disrupted.
He was afraid that he would have to crawl like Fran had said.
One had to know that once a long-distance runner stopped.
He basically couldn't run anymore.
Nearly an hour had passed.
At this moment, there was no longer any need to run under the snow.
Because he couldn't run anymore.
He could only walk, moving forward step by step.
This had nothing to do with whether he could run or not.
At the very least, she had to rely on her own willpower to finish him off.
At least, that was what Undersnow thought.
Fifty laps was a hurdle in his heart.
It had to go over.
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