Seeing her like this, Zhang Beixing didn't bother to hurry her. He just sat on the mat to rest for a while, then climbed back up the tree and, shaky and trembling, started walking again.
But then...
Fall!
Fall!
And fall again!
To the accompaniment of THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, Zhang Beixing's falls continued straight into the evening.
THUMP!
With the last dull thud, Lin Siqi watched the unmoving, human-shaped silhouette lying on the mat, staring up at the sky. She silently drew another dash on the paper. Taking a step back to look, she discovered several tally marks on the paper in her hand! Some of these marks were made by her, and some by Chen Rourou. Their meaning was very straightforward: they represented how many times Zhang Beixing had fallen!
"One, two, three, four... twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty."
"Lao Zhang, not bad. You fell thirty times in a single day."
