[001] Cousin's fantasy: If Brother Ran hadn't time-traveled to the fifth world 1_3

Right off the bat they had to run a kilometer with added weights, it was a real struggle for those girls who had never done physical training before.

For An Yeran, it was nothing. Three kilometers in the morning and evening was a routine for her, added weights or not.

Before long the one kilometer was done. Though all the girls had completed the training, they were, without exception, sweaty and out of breath, their faces flushed red.

Think about it, for those who struggle to finish 800 meters in school, a sudden weighted one-kilometer run was a death sentence.

This batch of female soldiers was of admirable quality; none of them bolted halfway.

An Yeran casually wiped her sweat, then pulled up a soldier lying exhausted on the ground, "Don't sit down right after running, you'll get a big butt."

The soldier was near tears, "Let it be big, I don't have the strength to even walk."

An Yeran chuckled, "Get up, I'll support you."