Thinking about this, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help feeling a bit proud.
Humph.
Those friends who used to cry and moan like her after running eight hundred meters, now she could easily outshine them. She wondered how they felt seeing her so excellent.
"Imagine, one day I'll effortlessly complete these ten laps," Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help but say, "Don't mind me huffing a bit at the beginning; if I had my dinner, and the training during the day wasn't too tiring, certainly—"
"Zhiqiong."
Peng Yuqiu suddenly called her, interrupting her words.
Liang Zhiqiong paused slightly, somewhat puzzled, and looked at him.
Seeing Peng Yuqiu's expression gradually become solemn, she felt something was off, and her previous joyful mood was affected.
After a moment of silence, Peng Yuqiu asked seriously: "Have you ever thought about quitting?"
