The next two hours were a bit dull. Zhang Yang found a small stool to sit in the shade at the back, while Xiaobao cast out a rod, and Zhang Yang clicked his counter, ticking up a number each time.
"Alright, 500 casts for warm-up done! Put down the rod and move around a bit. Your waist and abdomen strength was pretty good just now, didn't slacken at all.
How do you feel now?" Zhang Yang clicked again, the counter jumping exactly to five hundred.
Hearing Zhang Yang say he could put down the fishing rod and take a break, Xiaobao eagerly put down the rod and stood up.
Five hundred casts in a row, saying it wasn't tiring at all would definitely be a lie. However, Xiaobao had been working on roasting wheat germ at the bait factory before, so his physical fitness was still pretty good.
After some simple neck and lower back movements, and a few arm stretches, many stiff areas soon loosened up, and his range of motion greatly improved.
