The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiu'an really didn't suppress her strength, but she didn't fully reveal her true strength, which should scare these people.

However, she didn't realize that everyone's gaze towards her had gradually turned into worship.

In the afternoon, in the ten laps, everyone's weight was 30 pounds, and Xing Jiu'an asked Wang Nan to give her 50 pounds.

Wang Nan asked her several times to make sure it was fifty pounds?

Xing Jiu'an was too thin and felt that the fifty-pound thing could almost crush her.

Among the students, some people advised Xing Jiu'an not to be too stubborn. Everyone already knew that she was very powerful, but Xing Jiu'an didn't listen and still let Wang Nan put a 50-pound load on her.

Everyone is actually a little worried about Xing Jiu'an.

Ten laps, three kilometers, for them, it is almost exhausting.

Even if it is half an hour, they may not be able to run down.

In the end, when everyone ran ten laps with a weight of 30 pounds, Xing Jiu'an ran fifteen laps with a weight of 50 pounds.

Finally, they stopped together, Xing Jiu'an unloaded the things on his back, and walked around for a while without being supported.

She still thought in her heart, now is not as good as before.

This kind of training in the past was nothing to her at all.

Or salted fish for too long, the whole person is lazy, the training did not go up, and he went backwards a lot.

However, the other students, with the exception of the few with particularly good physical strength, were almost paralyzed. They were shouted by the three of Chu Feng and supported each other and walked on the spot for a while, relaxing their leg muscles.

Xing Jiu'an walked over quickly. She only had a little sweat on her forehead and was already resting.

"Xing... Instructor Xing, you... aren't you tired?" a girl asked panting.

"I've rested." Xing Jiu'an said.

"..."

"Instructor Xing, why are you so powerful?"

Xing Jiu'an smiled, "If you're not too powerful, how can you be your instructor."

"Also, this amount of training is nothing."

"You are talking nonsense."

"That's right, Instructor Xing, don't lie."

"We are all so tired, how can the amount of training not count?"

"It's because you ran for too long, that's why I ran fifteen laps." Xing Jiu'an didn't save face for them and said it seriously.

In fact, if she let go of running and tried her best, she might be able to run two more laps.

The three of Chu Feng looked at her, still very surprised.

They also saw it when Xing Jiu'an was running.

She was running at a constant speed some time ago, and then slowly started to accelerate.

They have all experienced this, and it can be seen that Xing Jiu'an has not used all her strength, what is her real strength?

"Instructor Xing, have you done this kind of special training before?" a student asked.

"Forget it." That is the amount of training Xing Jiu'an gave himself, and it will increase every time.

"Then what is the training volume of Instructor Xing?"

"Yes, Instructor Xing, is it more than ours?"

"Is it more tired than ours?"

"..."

Listening to their inquiries, Xing Jiu'an chuckled.

"My training volume... probably the kind that will make you cry."

Seeing her joking, everyone became more enthusiastic and asked her twitteringly.

Seeing a good person may make people jealous, but if the other person is exceptionally good, they can't be jealous.

Xing Jiu'an didn't know yet that she gained a lot of small fans on this day.