"She's married, and now she's surnamed Heinrich, and you should think about Joanna's feelings when the moth throws herself into the fire."

As a fox, but talking to people about the horror of wolves, don't be modest, patriarch.

"I don't understand what you're talking about now."

"Sofia and I are just friends, she has never taken advantage of me, and I don't have any of the so-called value you say." Robert was unmoved.

"It's okay not to listen to advice, young man, I think you'll soon know what's at stake, but until then, you'll have to stay in Zoroaster." Fakhl announced.

"This will not work, Patriarch, my son...... My son's birthday is almost ......" Robert himself didn't know why he would say such an excuse.

"I can sense your uneasiness, Robert, but it doesn't cause any unpleasantness, because after all, our little Jonny probably doesn't know what his birthday is, does he?" The old man overshadowed Robert with a perceptive gaze, and the latter could only smile bitterly at his confidence in the old information.

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The drizzle was silent, and the air was wrapped in the unique fragrance of dark grass, and next to the large gymnasium of Newton High School, on the special training ground of the saber-toothed rugby team, the players were divided into several groups, braving the light rain on this small field that was laid in full accordance with the standards of the game, and carried out their daily training without being affected at all.

Joni was holding on to a training stand next to the plastic track with one hand, half-hunched and shaking, and was vomiting the last bit of lunch in his stomach in the trash can in front of him, his whole body almost soaked in rain, his face covered with salivation, tears and rain.

He felt terrible, and for the first time in his memory, he was so embarrassed. This hapless Roger. The so-called "Long March" that Clark said was "just running" made him unprepared to appear in front of everyone.

It turned out that the first time he came to a small field with the team for training, Coach Walter asked him to carry out the team's traditional endurance and explosive training program, Roger said that the theory is right, this kind of training program called "Long March" is to allow trainers to complete a short distance of middle and long-distance running in a standard time.

But some of the discrepancies are that the trainer has to sprint for half a lap at the same time as each lap until five laps have passed.

In the standard time set by the team, Jonny was able to barely achieve it after he was about to churn out of his belly. And after the run, he immediately felt an itchy throat, so he quickly ran to the sidelines and vomited.

"Disgusting." Fat Moleno hands Jonny a clean towel after he finishes throwing up.

Jonny was grateful, and as soon as he reached out to take it, the fat man said again: "It rained for the first time in training, your luck is not good, and we will suffer with you." The fat man wiped the rain from his face with his hands, and he shook his head, and a splash burst out of his short curly hair.

"I didn't expect it to rain and train off the field." Jonny wiped his mouth with a towel.

"Originally, I didn't want to, but from this semester, the old ghost added this on a whim, the worse the weather, the more energetic he became, 'familiar with the harsh environment of the game' This is his original words." Moleno sighed bitterly.

"Since missing out on the quarterfinals of the Wheat Cup last year, the three masters of the coaching staff have become more and more unreasonable. It's true that bad weather happens during the race, but there's no need to go against God in the pouring rain. He defined the farce set up by the coaching staff, and Jonny didn't like the feeling of getting soaked and nodded in agreement.

"Now you know what the 'Long March' is, right?" The fat man changed his words.

"yes, but it's too hard to finish, I don't know if the time is better, but those timers on the sidelines are always reminding you." Jonny still hasn't recovered.

"This is the purpose of the 'Long March', there is no time limit, what is the difficulty, those timers are just telling you, if you don't work hard this round, you have to do another round." Moreno laughed.

"Good run, Jonny." Roger also came to the sideline with a mist on his head, wearing a weight-bearing suit and lead strapped to his legs, and he kept walking, smiling at Jonny and running in place.

"I'm going to talk to you about it later." Jonny looked at him viciously.

"It's a good run, I can finish it the first time, and there are not many people in the team who can do this." Roger stopped running and walked in place, gasping for breath and talking again and again.

"Of course, except for me, I ran down half a minute faster than you for the first time, and I didn't throw up." He glanced at Moleno beside him with his sharp eyes and said a little proudly, and the curly-haired fat man didn't even bother to pay attention to him, Moleno turned around and grabbed Anthony, the lineman who was practicing against the flexible beam simulation opponent. Daniels, loudly accusing him of irregular movements, leg support deformation, and forcing him to obey with a vicious look before the other party replied, he didn't dare to say a word and obediently continued to practice.

"The Long March is a nightmare for big men, so you can't mention the results of running in front of Lao Mo." Roger reminded Jonny.

"You're the one who brought up ......," Jonny quickly protested, but Roger shrugged back with a nonchalant expression.

"How much faster can you be than me now?" Continuing the topic just now, Jonny couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Now? It's more than a point, you don't have to compare with me, I'm a runner, the standard of the 'Long March' is different from yours, and you have to sprint almost all the way to reach the standard, Coach Walter trains without caring about life or death, or how to call him a demon. Roger said as he looked around with trepidation, when he found that Walter. Fuentes was holding a holographic board in the distance, and the dark-skinned assistant coach of the defensive team, Hugo. Johnson stood by with him, and the two were staring at Phil. Brown and Eddie. Barry's big linebacks, Roger was relieved.

"It's a sport where strength is as important as agility, and you can't let your temperament mess around, you can be as strong as an ox, and fighting alone is a dead end, everyone on the field has to play their role well to have a chance to win the game." Roger suddenly said this to Jonny in a serious way, while his friend looked at him strangely.

"Are you teaching or repenting?" Jonny squinted his eyes.

"None of them, JFK." Roger turned his head to stare at his rain-training partners in the field.