Study time.
Yang Zhi was slumped against the table like a pile of mud.
As Zhou Xiangshang passed by, she thought she saw him spitting out his soul.
"Yang Zhi brother, are you okay?"
Yang Zhi gave her a weak glance, "Not really, I feel like I'm almost gone."
Zhou Xiangshang somewhat disapprovingly said, "Training should be moderate, my mom always said that athletes have to manage their health, they can't have problems during competitions."
She paused for a few seconds, then realized, "Sorry, I forgot you're not an athlete, but don't members of the Martial Arts Association also have to manage their bodies?"
Yang Zhi let out a deep sigh.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two culprits walking in side by side, making his expression even more woeful.
"Two against one, you two are something else."
