The next day.
A man stood in the middle of the underground training area, wearing a loose white shirt and tight-fitting black jogging pants with blue highlights along the sides.
"Your posture's broken! Again!"
SLAP!
The man, Xu Tao, shouted as he lightly tapped Henrietta's shoulder with his fan. As soon as he did, the girl fell forward, smashing her nose against the sandy ground. The blocks she was carrying rolled a short distance ahead of her.
"Uugh..." She groaned in pain.
But even though her eyes were teary and her arms and legs felt stiff from eight hours of nonstop training, she didn't give up. She crawled forward, grabbing the stone blocks—or rather, bricks—and holding them in her hands, palms facing up.
She lowered her hips as if she were sitting in an imaginary chair. Her legs were perpendicular to the ground, her knees bent at a perfect 90 degrees, and her arms stretched forward, parallel to the ground—a perfect squat.
