"Not coming."
Mo Weidong was too exhausted to catch his breath.
Wei Jiajie rubbed his sore butt and looked at Zhang Qiang with indignation, saying, "Zhang Qiang, weren't you and Tang Jun just starting to spar?"
"We've already sparred for half an hour." Zhang Qiang said with a broad smile.
"That means Tang Jun didn't go all out."
Wei Jiajie felt a little better about that, otherwise if Zhang Qiang had fought Tang Jun and still completely crushed them, he would feel stressed.
He didn't usually skip running or sparring with Mo Weidong. Two or three grown men, they could beat, but facing Zhang Qiang, two against one, they still lost so fast, it was frustrating for Wei Jiajie.
Tang Jun stood up and said, "I'll spar with you guys."
"No, your eyes can't see."
Wei Jiajie quickly said, but soon realized he misspoke, and said, "Xiao Jun, I didn't mean it like that, I meant I'm worried about you getting hurt."
"Don't you want to beat me?"
