He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran is a typical Miss Jiao Didi who can't carry on her shoulders and can't carry it. She carries a sandbag in one hand and takes a stance.

Persevering... for about thirty seconds, her entire arms trembled so that she couldn't hold the sandbag at all. She looked at the person in front of her sadly: "The sandbag is too heavy."

Gu Jingxing hurriedly down the steps: "Well, your wrists are still sore. Can you stop practicing today?"

It's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is used, why does he like to mention the soreness of her wrists so much?

Song Ran walked to the horizontal bar again: "Crank arm hanging and pull-ups, I can still give it a try."

"Well, you can hang on it. You can practice your arm strength. I hope you can hang it until I wash the dishes and come out."

It took about five minutes for Gu Jingxing to wash the dishes. Song Ran came down and rested five or six times. When his footsteps sounded, she immediately held the rod with both hands and tried to pull up and stay there.

Gu Jingxing touched his nose: "Have you supported it for so long?"

Song Ran smiled triumphantly: "Am I good?"

Gu Jingxing hugged her leg: "Well, it's amazing enough, you can rest for a while."

Song Ran let go, and the whole person fell into his arms. Gu Jingxing embraced her: "When they are all off the training ground at night, I will take you to a run."

Song Ran nodded: "Okay."

By 7:30 in the evening, there were almost no people in the training ground. Song Ran was wearing Gu Jingxing's large military uniform, with red and white shoes on his feet, and the two ran to the playground together.

Gu Jingxing ran slowly beside her: "In this way, our first training is to run ten laps around the playground."

Song Ran almost vomited blood: "How many...how many laps?"

"Ten laps."

"How many meters in a circle?"

"Regular playground, usually 400 meters, should be the same as your school's playground."

Song Ran felt guilty in her heart, 800 meters, two laps, she can make her face pale, after running, it will be like a waste, ten laps, four kilometers?

Did Gu Jingxing make things difficult for her on purpose?

As soon as he arrived at this training ground, the people next to him immediately turned into a ruthless and ruthless coach. He solemnly said: "Okay, warm up first, and when you run later, don't run too fast, run slowly, and adjust appropriately. Breathe, you know?"

Song Ran thought, she was about to formally play Fan Lihua soon. In terms of physical fitness, she really needs to practice well. She should take it seriously, so she put away her squeamishness: "I see."

Under the dimly lit street lamp, she ran one lap, two laps, three laps...

When she came down four laps, her face turned pale, her chest was severely blocked, and the cold wind poured into her lungs. She wanted to cough, but she coughed gently, but felt a little pain in her chest.

Gu Jingxing ran on the outer circle, always observing her reaction. Seeing that her mouth was a little wide open when she was running, he immediately called to a stop: "Okay...it's okay..."

Song Ran stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen: "I can run two more laps."

Gu Jingxing grabbed her wrist: "No, you have so many limits, come here first."

Song Ran suddenly felt discouraged, and sat down on the ground. Gu Jingxing took her hand and dragged her up from the ground: "Just after running, you can't sit down directly. You have to walk slowly for two laps. Adjust your breathing."

"Then let's go back, right? I sweated a lot, so I have to go back to take a shower."

Gu Jingxing snorted: "You want to go back?"

Song Ran was stunned: "Otherwise?"

"Walk slowly for two laps, take a break, and then continue to run. Tonight is going to finish ten laps."

Really cruel, ruthless, indifferent, and merciless coach Gu!