The next day, Ping Ping and An An woke up early.
An An ran with her father.
As for Ping Ping, Shi Lin handed him over to Little Tiger.
After yesterday's spray and massage, Pingping had no problems in the morning and could train normally.
An An followed the stone forest leisurely, jogging the entire way.
After running two laps around the neighborhood, he was slightly sweating but not very tired.
Ping Ping was different.
Xiaohu was sprinting with Pingping.
Every time he increased his speed, he would only slow down after he reached the limit of his speed.
After resting for a while, he started sprinting again.
After reaching his limit, he would run for a while before resting.
This cycle repeated, reaching the limit again and again, and then breaking through the limit.
After running around the neighborhood, Ping Ping felt like he was about to collapse.
Little Tiger followed behind him in high spirits and nodded at Shi Lin.
"My physical fitness is not good, but my toughness is barely passable.”
Shi Lin chuckled as he looked at Ping Ping, who was slumped on the stairs, and asked,""Are we still going to practice tomorrow?"
"Practice!" Ping Ping didn't even think about it.
"Can I ask how powerful Uncle Xiaohu is?" he asked.”
When he was running just now, Xiaohu was also running beside him.
No matter how fast he ran, Xiao Hu ran faster than him, but Xiao Hu did not even sweat.
He was exhausted.
"How powerful is Little Tiger? It was just so-so. He should be able to take on four or five ordinary private bodyguards.”
Shi Lin thought for a moment and gave a more reasonable answer.
In his opinion, Little Tiger was indeed not that powerful.
Xiaohu smiled but didn't say anything.
However, this answer was enough for the average person.
Compared to a private bodyguard, he could fight several of them at once.
Wasn't this enough?
He even suspected that his father was bragging.
Compared to ordinary people, this level was simply superhuman.
An An walked over and said with a smile,""I've already run two laps, and you're already so tired after one lap. How lame!”
"Try running like I did just now. I want to see if you can last a full lap." Ping Ping replied unhappily.”
In order to take care of An 'an, his father had taken less than half an hour to run the two laps just now. Today, it took him an entire hour.
He was basically strolling along the way. How was it jogging?
Without any bragging, he could run dozens of laps effortlessly with this running style.
"Hehe, I ran two laps in the morning and you only ran one!”
An An walked into the room with a smile and went to eat breakfast.
Ping Ping rested for a while, then went to change her clothes and eat breakfast.
In the morning, Xiaohu drove them to school.
Just like yesterday, An An walked to the classroom happily, while Ping Ping walked to the classroom in his awkward posture.
It was almost done in the morning.
After this morning's training, her whole body started to hurt again.
When he arrived at the classroom, Fang Jing gave him a strange look.
Didn't she say that she was almost done last night?
Why did it feel like it was more serious today than yesterday?
Ping Ping smiled bitterly as he picked up a pen and wrote down what happened during the morning training before handing it to Fang Jing.
Fang Jing smiled after reading it. She wondered if she was explaining it to her with a smile.
Or was he laughing?
Perhaps it was because Ping Ping saw her gaze!
She didn't pick up her pen and write anymore. She just silently put the milk and bread on his table.
He did not find an excuse for her to bring him bread like yesterday.
His expression was calm, and his movements were very natural.
When the other boys in the class saw this, they only looked at Ping Ping enviously and did not say anything.
They had long been used to Fang Jing bringing milk to Pingping every day. Now, it was just a piece of bread.
What was supposed to happen would happen sooner or later. They had long been mentally prepared.
Ping Ping looked at the bread and frowned. He was full this morning. He could still drink a bottle of milk, but he was a little full after eating another piece of bread.
He couldn't reject Fang Jing's kind offer.
Sigh, eat!
The male students almost couldn't help but raise their knives when they saw Pingping eating the bread with a sad face.
Why did it seem like it was a good thing that he didn't even dare to think about?!
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