Finally, when it reached the fiftieth lap, Big Thunder's every step was trembling, and his entire body was drenched in sweat, but he showed no intention of giving up.
"Very well, you still have ninety laps left." Wu Fangqing was well accustomed to Big Thunder's stubbornness.
"No, including him, there are a total of one hundred and seven laps!" Big Thunder said, staggering with heavy steps and panting like a bull.
The "him" Big Thunder referred to was naturally Wang Dadong.
Wu Fangqing quite admired Big Thunder, so she often personally led the morning exercises for Big Thunder's cell, and was well-versed in the number of people. But today Wang Dadong suddenly joined, and she forgot to count him.
However, Big Thunder included Wang Dadong, the newcomer.
By the sixtieth lap, his speed was basically akin to a snail's pace.
Big Thunder's limit was about seventy laps.
"Big Thunder, stop running, let's skip meals if necessary."
