Early the next morning, before the sun rose from behind the mountains, Ma Jun was seen already dragging Wang Yan onto the sports field.
"Start running, Ma Jun, ten thousand meters!" Wang Yan pointed to the empty track and said.
"What? Ten thousand meters? Boss, I can't even finish three thousand meters on a regular day." Ma Jun was utterly stunned.
He was known for his frail physique. Although he consistently excelled in academics, he was always at the bottom in physical education.
If it weren't for the P.E. teacher turning a blind eye because Ma Jun was a good student, allowing him to barely pass, Ma Jun probably would never pass.
Especially long-distance running, which was Ma Jun's Achilles' heel.
After running three thousand meters, Ma Jun would be utterly exhausted.
But now Wang Yan was asking him to run ten thousand meters at once, which felt like a death sentence.
