"Find your center of gravity. Imagine you're a big, dumb clock. You can't even keep your balance, and you think you can catch the Golden Snitch?"
Luo Bin's words fired Draco up. He clenched his back teeth and refused to grab the crossbar, even as his body swayed wildly. After knocking his forehead against it twenty or thirty times, he finally got the hang of swinging his legs without holding on.
"Luo Bin, you were wrong! You have to sway your upper body to work this thing. A big, dumb clock doesn't sway!"
He'd only just learned to walk, and now he wanted to lecture a distance runner?!!
This brat was asking for it!
"Enough talk. I'm counting now. Remember, two hundred consecutive leg swings without holding on!"
"Got it!"
Draco thought he had mastered the trick. Two hundred swings? Easy!
In reality, by eighty, his legs ached fiercely;
By a hundred and twenty, his heart and lungs were straining, and he panted like Fang after an eight-kilometer run;
By a hundred and sixty, his back was badly hunched. He gulped down air and could feel the arteries on either side of his neck pounding with blood;
At two hundred, he collapsed to the ground with a thud. He wanted Luo Bin to cast the Five-Sense Shielding Charm so he wouldn't feel so awful!
"Get up. Didn't Marcus tell you not to lie down right after training?"
"Five... five minutes. Let me lie here... five minutes!"
Luo Bin had no intention of indulging Draco. He hauled him up, dragged him around the Night-Breath Fragrance three times, then let go.
"Luo Bin, you're... an absolute devil!"
Draco complained between gasps.
"Better to suffer now than embarrass yourself on the field. Rest here for five minutes. Then we move on to the