At this moment, Maya Spencer realized she had set herself up.
She rolled her eyes at Liam Spencer, stretched her legs, did some pre-run warm-ups, and then dashed toward the finish line, but no matter how hard she tried, her speed didn't improve.
She shook her legs, rested briefly, and then started running toward Liam again.
Liam watched the girl charging at him, a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, as if saying, if you're going to train, I'll train with you properly.
"Not good, 22 seconds, too slow."
"How about you chase me from behind, that way, I'd have more motivation."
"Don't even think about it, keep running."
After a few back-and-forths, Maya was exhausted, gasping for breath, bent over with her hands on her knees, while Liam was still urging her: "Continue, control your breathing evenly, increase lung capacity."
"Bastard," she muttered under her breath, but he heard it and kicked her on the butt.
