Tan Dong was panting heavily, shirtless, with sandbags tied to his legs, and was briskly moving across the wooden stakes of the training ground.
Zhao Ya watched from below with a thin branch in hand, striking whenever Tan Dong's form faltered.
"Don't even think about slacking off. Run properly!" Zhao Ya commanded coldly.
Tan Dong grimaced but didn't dare show any sign of laziness, trudging on with difficulty.
Finally, he completed a lap around the Plum Blossom Stakes.
Tan Dong collapsed on the ground, drenched as if he had been fished out of water, with a small pool of sweat forming beneath him.
Logically, even at his worst, Tan Dong shouldn't be so exhausted from just one lap around the Plum Blossom Stakes.
The key issue was the oversized sandbags on his legs, which didn't seem like much at first but grew increasingly tiring as he continued.
Especially on the stakes, Tan Dong had to be extremely cautious, otherwise a small misstep could send him falling off.
