Anjiali could naturally tell that the little girl in front of her had a bit of a crush on Wang Yi.
But she saw through it without saying anything.
Instead, she used herself as an example. "Your dad's right. Look at me. Now that I've fallen for him, I'm not getting anything out of it, am I? I do this and that for him like a maid, but in the end, I get nothing in return."
Keke turned to Anjiali beside her. "You're wrong about that, Sister Anjiali. If you like someone, you should be willing to give them everything without expecting anything in return."
Anjiali shrugged at that.
She had meant to give the little girl some advice, to tell her to let go before she fell too deeply for Wang Yi. Instead, she'd ended up being lectured.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi, who was getting ready to start running suicides, could only shake his head helplessly.
I'm right here, and you two are discussing me like this. That's a little disrespectful.
Wang Yi began running suicides along the sidelines.
This drill had a name: "Seventeen Fatal Bends."
Running back and forth between the two sidelines seventeen times counted as one set.
He had to do four sets in a row, with two minutes of rest between each set.
The distance wasn't great.
But each turn required coordination between every part of the body, as well as proper breathing and other factors.
Stopping and starting at full speed put tremendous strain on the heart, lungs, knees, and ankles.
That was why it was one of the standard tests in the CBA's fitness evaluations.
However, plenty of players in today's CBA failed this test.
That was one reason the CBA had declined.
They couldn't even pass basic fitness tests. How could