That evening, after working out and returning to the dorm, Liu Zhu did the same thing he'd done for the past few days: he showered, then flopped onto his bed and cried out in pain, not even in the mood to play games. Nine times out of ten, anyone who didn't know the situation would have thought his ass had been brutally violated.
Speaking of which, aside from Zhao Yuan, everyone else on the basketball team had been aching all over for days. They could barely walk, looking for all the world like they'd been thoroughly worked over. But what could they expect when they all overestimated their own abilities and tried to keep up with Zhao Yuan's training regimen? That was an intensity they couldn't match even if their lives depended on it!
"Hey, Zhao Yuan, are you not the least bit tired? You don't feel sore at all?" Liu Zhu asked after groaning on his bed for a while.
"How could that be? Of course I'm tired, too. I'm just better at pushing through it," Zhao Yuan replied.
