"Master," I called out, my voice trembling from both exertion and fury, and they both turned to me. "What are you doing?" I asked, my body trembling from the squats I was still at. "You don't even need the correction."
I'm serious. He doesn't.
Jin-Yeok didn't even think much of it and responded,
"I don't mind. It seems you're doing fine on your own."
Fine on my own? My legs were about to give out like wet noodles! Was he mocking me?
No, this was going too far and… and… my blood began to boil even more when I saw the trainer smile faintly.
She looked like she had won a medal.
This bitch…
Then, she started returning to me with a soft clap of her hands.
"Alright, Jo-Pil. Let's move to sit-ups. Get on the mat, please."
Sit-ups? Great. I collapsed onto the mat, grateful to be lying down at least. I felt really tired. My legs were not going to make it if we continued like this.
But then, I realized—oh no. My legs would also be involved this time as well.
