The fourth quarter of the hour of the pig.
"Ugh, I can't do it anymore, I can't move..." After more than two hours of continuous exercise, Zhao Fujin felt as if her legs were tied with dozens of pounds of lead, heavy and powerless.
Sweat dripped from her body, and her clothes clung tightly to her skin.
Fortunately, she wasn't wearing the thin skirts she used to, so she didn't accidentally expose herself.
At this moment, she sat casually on the ground, hands propped behind her, completely disregarding her image as an Empress.
Although Lin Su Ya was strict, both Chen Mo and Zhao Fujin were top-tier geniuses.
Like the top students in a class, understanding complex math problems instantly and even finding other solutions without the teacher needing to explain much.
Thus, Lin Su Ya didn't need to supervise or instruct much. Today, they had achieved the results she desired.
After saying they could return to rest early tonight.
A flick of the Duster, and she vanished.
