This was probably the most challenging task he'd ever undertaken .

So . . .

What should I teach her? How do I even teach her?

Thinking back, why's master giving me harder and harder tasks consecutively lately . . .

Seeing that Eleven was standing there like he had a bad headache, Ye Wanwan blinked and asked apologetically, "Coach, what is it? Am I too lousy and difficult to train?"

Eleven: " . . . "

It's not about whether it's difficult or not anymore . . .

Eleven was on his last breath as he glanced in the direction of his master nearby - he was casually leaning in his chair, completely unaware of Eleven's sorrowful gaze .

Eleven didn't have a choice . He braced himself and asked, "How about this, Miss Wanwan - from what I observed and understand, you rarely exercise normally, so why don't we start from the basics to increase your stamina?"

"Sure!" Ye Wanwan was agreeable .

"Then, since today's the first day, you should run eight . . . " Eleven was about to say eight kilometers when he received a piercing glare from his master .

So he changed course: "You should run five . . . "

That threatening gaze remained . . .

Eleven could only change once again: "Three kilometers!"

Master, you were the one who wanted me to complete this task in three months . Now that training's begun, you think it's too tough?

Ten kilometers was simply a warm up to him; he hadn't even said ten kilometers and actually dropped it to eight, yet that was still . . .

With this training regime, how can I possibly complete training in three months? Eleven's heart felt so torn . . .

Ye Wanwan: "Alright!"

Ye Wanwan started running and Eleven went into the car, slowly following her .

He definitely had to be with her from beginning till end, but too bad . . . his leg was broken and could only resort to using a car that was similar to a buggy and needed someone else to drive .

The environment around Jin garden was clear and crisp . It was great for running .

In the driver's seat, the bodyguard couldn't help but voice his opinion: "Sigh, Captain, isn't three kilometers too short a distance?"

Eleven revealed a look of helplessness . "Can't you tell that someone couldn't bear to let her suffer? How could I make Miss Wanwan run any further?!"

In response, the bodyguard looked speechless . . .

Couldn't bear to?

Are you kidding?

With her capabilities, isn't running three kilometers equivalent to playing? What's there to be so torn about?

In the end . . . .

Before completing her first kilometer, Ye Wanwan was already on the verge of collapsing . . .

Although she made a solemn vow to improve her skills, the process was far more difficult than she imagined .

Due to not exercising for a long time, Ye Wanwan started dragging her feet as though they were as heavy as lead . She felt as though her throat had been coated by ash, causing every breath to pull at her lungs so badly that it became extremely painful . Her sore muscles that hadn't fully recovered became even sorer; she felt her entire body undergoing unbearable pain .

Si Ye Wan sat comfortably in the garden that Ye Wanwan occasionally pa.s.sed while running .

Originally, Ye Wanwan was able to persevere, but once she pa.s.sed by the garden and saw Si Ye Han, a momentary weakness instantly sapped away her resolve . She glanced over at the man with a pitiful look in her eyes . "Baby, can we lessen the intensity of the training? I can't run any further, it hurts . . . . "

Si Ye Han looked at her adorable yet pale face and he stood up immediately to walk over . "Where does it hurt?"

"My chest, my calves and my ankles hurt . . . . " Ye Wanwan's manner of speech became increasingly distraught .

From the side, Eleven got out of the car and explained himself, "9th Master, this is a normal circ.u.mstance from not working out for a long time . There's no need . . . "

Si Ye Han spoke as though he hadn't heard Eleven: "We'll end it here for today . "

Eleven: " . . . . "

Master! My training plan is already extremely difficult to carry out! I beg you to please stop interferring with it!

Chapter 533 Can t you tell that someone couldn t bear to let her suffer Translator eunimon Editor Caron This was probably the most challenging task he d ever undertaken . So . . . What should I teach her How do I even teach her Thinking back, why s master giving me harder and harder tasks consecutively lately . . . Seeing that Eleven was standing there like he had a bad headache, Ye Wanwan blinked and asked apologetically, Coach, what is it Am I too lousy and difficult to train Eleven . . . It s not about whether it s difficult or not anymore . . . Eleven was on his last breath as he glanced in the direction of his master nearby he was casually leaning in his chair, completely unaware of Eleven s sorrowful gaze . Eleven didn t have a choice . He braced himself and asked, How about this, Miss Wanwan from what I observed and understand, you rarely exercise normally, so why don t we start from the basics to increase your stamina Sure Ye Wanwan was agreeable . Then, since today s the first day, you should run eight . . . Eleven was about to say eight kilometers when he received a piercing glare from his master . So he changed course You should run five . . . That threatening gaze remained . . . Eleven could only change once again Three kilometers Master, you were the one who wanted me to complete this task in three months . Now that training s begun, you think it s too tough Ten kilometers was simply a warm up to him he hadn t even said ten kilometers and actually dropped it to eight, yet that was still . . . With this training regime, how can I possibly complete training in three months Eleven s heart felt so torn . . . Ye Wanwan Alright Ye Wanwan started running and Eleven went into the car, slowly following her . He definitely had to be with her from beginning till end, but too bad . . . his leg was broken and could only resort to using a car that was similar to a buggy and needed someone else to drive . The environment around Jin garden was clear and crisp . It was great for running . In the driver s seat, the bodyguard couldn t help but voice his opinion Sigh, Captain, isn t three kilometers too short a distance Eleven revealed a look of helplessness . Can t you tell that someone couldn t bear to let her suffer How could I make Miss Wanwan run any further In response, the bodyguard looked speechless . . . Couldn t bear to Are you kidding With her capabilities, isn t running three kilometers equivalent to playing What s there to be so torn about In the end . . . . Before completing her first kilometer, Ye Wanwan was already on the verge of collapsing . . . Although she made a solemn vow to improve her skills, the process was far more difficult than she imagined . Due to not exercising for a long time, Ye Wanwan started dragging her feet as though they were as heavy as lead . She felt as though her throat had been coated by ash, causing every breath to pull at her lungs so badly that it became extremely painful . Her sore muscles that hadn t fully recovered became even sorer she felt her entire body undergoing unbearable pain . Si Ye Wan sat comfortably in the garden that Ye Wanwan occasionally pa.s.sed while running . Originally, Ye Wanwan was able to persevere, but once she pa.s.sed by the garden and saw Si Ye Han, a momentary weakness instantly sapped away her resolve . She glanced over at the man with a pitiful look in her eyes . Baby, can we lessen the intensity of the training I can t run any further, it hurts . . . . Si Ye Han looked at her adorable yet pale face and he stood up immediately to walk over . Where does it hurt My chest, my calves and my ankles hurt . . . . Ye Wanwan s manner of speech became increasingly distraught . From the side, Eleven got out of the car and explained himself, 9th Master, this is a normal circ.u.mstance from not working out for a long time . There s no need . . . Si Ye Han spoke as though he hadn t heard Eleven We ll end it here for today . Eleven . . . . Master My training plan is already extremely difficult to carry out I beg you to please stop interferring with it