From afar, Lin Feng, sitting in the car, saw Wang Zikai, Zhong Jialiang, and Yang Ming eating bread. After a disdainful yawn, Lin Feng casually parked the car next to the field and got out in a laid-back fashion.
"Brother Feng, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Want some bread?" Seeing Lin Feng get out, Wang Zikai and the other two eagerly came over, bread in hand, and said with a laugh.
Lin Feng glanced at the bread in Wang Zikai's hand. He actually wanted to eat it, but his sleep-deprived body didn't have much of an appetite. However, since an old classmate offered, Lin Feng had no choice but to accept it.
Taking a casual bite of the bread, Lin Feng said softly, "We'll be training in a bit, so don't eat too much..."
"Brother Feng, you can't be serious, can you?" Yang Ming said with a nonchalant laugh. "Do you really plan to train us into professional athletes in just two days? I don't think this is very feasible!"
