"That's all for today. Tomorrow, I want you all to gather in the cafeteria as early as you can."
"Let me make this clear beforehand: I'll be putting you through extremely grueling special training from now on. For today, get some good rest."
With that, Yu Xiaogang left, carrying the notebook in his hand.
"What Xiaogang says goes for me, too," Flender said, backing Yu Xiaogang up. "All right, dismissed."
The next day, the smell of meat finally wafted through Shrek Academy's cafeteria.
The meat soup Yu Xiaogang had personally stewed tasted surprisingly good, with a pleasant herbal fragrance.
"Grandmaster, whatever kind of special training you have in mind, I'm in!" Ma Hongjun gulped down bowl after bowl, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his body. This meat soup was clearly no ordinary fare.
What more was there to say? He'd give the man his life.
But an hour later, when class actually began, Ma Hongjun regretted it.
What did they mean, running sixty or seventy kilometers with a load on their backs, relying only on their bodies and not using Soul Power?
Wouldn't that run all the fat right off him?
But when he saw everyone else obediently putting on bamboo baskets loaded with rocks, Ma Hongjun had no choice but to head for the basket with his name on it.
"Xiao Jiu, how many kilos do you have in yours?" Xiao Wu looked at the rocks in her own basket, then asked Jiang Jiu.
"Twenty kilograms."
"Then we have the same amount."
There were eight bamboo baskets, each loaded according to its owner.
Jiang Jiu, Xiao Wu, and Dai Mubai each had twenty kilograms; Tang San had fifteen; Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar had ten; and Ning Rongrong had five.
Yu Xiaogang had based this on their