'There's no way I'm letting you two get all chummy right under my nose.' With this conviction, Shen Yibin gritted his teeth and kept pace, wedging himself firmly between Hong Mian and Shi Gaofei. He refused to give them any space to interact alone, absolutely unwilling to let Hong Mian lure Shi Gaofei away.
And so, another lap was finished. Shen Yibin had now run a full four laps with them, which was already the longest distance he usually ran. Sweat had long since soaked through his clothes, his breathing had become ragged, and he was gradually falling behind Shi Gaofei and Hong Mian. They were already more than ten meters ahead of him.
But Hong Mian still showed no reaction; there wasn't even much sweat on her forehead. This distance was nothing compared to her usual training. Normally, she ran faster and farther than this even with a weighted pack on her back. Shen Yibin's plan to make her back down by exhausting her was clearly a miscalculation.
