Wang Yi's remark put many viewers at ease.
The staff backstage also visibly relaxed.
The beautiful host's face once again broke into a charming smile.
In fact, in just those few seconds, her back had already become soaked with sweat.
The camera then turned to the sharp-looking woman and the fat middle-aged man in the audience.
Their expressions were completely different from before.
Their smiles had vanished, replaced by panic and disbelief.
How had they both overlooked that?
They had been staking out the Anta Center for almost two months. They'd assumed that if Wang Yi wanted to train, he'd definitely come to the gym, but from the start, they'd overlooked the fact that Wang Yi had a gym, a basketball court, a therapy room, and more at home.
The sharp-looking woman shook her head in confusion and said,
"No, that's impossible. If you jog ten kilometers around your house, how many laps would you have to run? There's no way."
Wang Yi couldn't help laughing. He held up two fingers. "Two laps is enough. Oh, you might have a hard time understanding. Our place is just a little bigger."
The people in the audience knew Wang Yi well.
There had been reports about his home before. It wasn't just the house itself—the lawns, woods, and artificial lake around it all belonged to his family. One lap around the property was nearly five kilometers.
At Wang Yi's words, the audience burst out laughing and applauding.
The woman tried to argue. "No, I don't believe you. Even if you can run ten kilometers around your house, your training equipment can't possibly be as comprehensive as what they have at the Training Hall. There's no way you can do three hours of training at home every day."
Seeing that the woman was