"Good luck, you can do it. Believe in your professionalism."
Ye Feng saw that the yellow-haired coach was pushing so hard, so he cheered for him.
"Ah..."
The yellow-haired coach did five more on and off and could not do any more.
He hurriedly stopped what he was doing and sat up.
He felt that if he were to do one more, he would probably have a brain hemorrhage.
"Cough, cough, do you understand? When you can reach such a standard and train to my level, you'll pass."
The coach was still trying to find someone to replace him. He was really thick-skinned.
Ye Feng nodded. "I understand, but if I want to reach the level of the coach, I'm afraid I have to increase the amount."
As he spoke, he turned to the two coaches beside him and said, "Help me add another 50 kilograms."
The two coaches thought they had heard wrong and immediately looked at each other.