Xigong Stadium

Mr. Zhang had gotten used to seeing Zhang Jun at the dining room table and almost finishing his breakfast on Saturdays.

Leaving his cup on the table, the boy prepared to leave.

"Going out for…?" Mr. Zhang asked, turning his head.

" A morning run."

Then, the door closed.

"Morning run?" Mr. Zhang mused, holding up his piece of toast. "Since when did he start going on any morning runs?"

Taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Zhang Jun flexed his muscles and began his first ever morning jog. In truth, it was closer to a morning walk; there was little difference between what he did and a stroll.

"Damn it! I'll never run after breakfast again! I can't even utilize my strength!" Zhang Jun complained, "running" while holding on to his stomach.

Reaching Yang Pan's place, he hesitated before he eventually decided to go up and take a look.