"Brother Feng! Leave me alone and continue."

Fang Ziwen pushed Lu Feng away.

"If you still recognize Fatty as your friend, then chase after me."

"Don't let me, Fatty, regret it for the rest of my life because I drag down my teammates."

As he spoke, tears came out of his eyes.

Lu Feng couldn't help but smile.

It's just an ordinary training, not a competition.

Not even on the battlefield.

How come there are so many sad dramas?

But suddenly, Fang Ziwen's firm eyes reminded Lu Feng of the past.

Once upon a time, his comrades-in-arms also used such firm eyes to beg him to leave the injured ones behind.

That is their last dignity.

Now, Fang Ziwen also needs such dignity.

Lu Feng didn't say much. He helped him outside the runway, pressed his shoulders, and returned to the runway.

This time, it’s no longer an ordinary training session.

But to maintain the dignity of a fragile little fat man.

Lu Feng started running slowly. The moment he raised his head, his eyes suddenly changed.

Step by step, from small steps, to big steps, to strides.

After a hundred meters, he was already running at a fast pace.
Chapter completed!