In the distance, a coach saw what was happening and immediately roared angrily:
"Pang Bo, call your parents and have them pay for the backboard!"
Pang Bo held the backboard in his hands, looking a little embarrassed. "Coach Liu, I just saw Brother Yi score 51 points, including 16 in 35 seconds. It was so amazing that I got a little carried away..."
"I don't care why you did it. This is the third backboard you've broken this month!"
Pang Bo smiled awkwardly. "Coach, I swear I'll never do it again."
Coach Liu would have been better off not hearing that. The moment he did, his anger flared even more. "That's the third time this month I've heard you say that!"
The students around them burst out laughing.
Pang Bo awkwardly scratched his head. "Coach, this is the last time."
Coach Liu roared, "Get moving! Run ten kilometers!"
Hearing that, Pang Bo didn't look the least bit unhappy. Instead, his face lit up with delight.
"Okay, Coach Liu. I'll get right to it."
With that, he turned and jogged toward the track.
Coach Liu watched Pang Bo's broad back, which looked like a chopping board, and could only feel helpless.
For this guy, ten kilometers was a hardship for everyone else, but practically nothing.
He had a fixed routine: three mornings a week, he got up at five and ran ten kilometers.
After finishing the run, he rested only briefly before the other students at the school got up and started their training. Then he joined them too.
Many coaches and doctors had advised him to take care of his body, since he was still growing, but he seemed never to care.
Most kids his age couldn't have endured that kind of training, but somehow this boy, who wouldn't turn