This endless torture and oppression made Ning Chengen almost unable to breathe.
His fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.
The fire in my heart kept rising and was on the verge of exploding.
Unfortunately, all of Ji Yuting's corporal punishments were part of his previous training. Except for the teacup that was thrown at him from beginning to end, no one touched him.
Even if he wanted to read Ji Yuting's book, he couldn't find a suitable reason.
Just as he was thinking about it, Ji Yuting knocked on the table with his knuckles and reminded him abruptly, "You still have fifteen seconds to hesitate."
Ning Chengen's breath trembled. All the thoughts in his brain a few seconds ago disappeared completely after hearing these words.
He quickly walked to the wall, gritted his teeth, held on for a breath, and stood up vigorously two steps away from the wall.
Being close to the wall does not mean being against the wall.
It means not relying on any wall for support, but relying entirely on the strength of the arms to support the weight of the entire body.
The wall behind is just a temporary support point to prevent injury and falling.
This training is quite difficult and very tiring.
What's more, he was already on the verge of physical exhaustion.
After only holding on for two minutes, his arms were shaking terribly.
If he really lasted for thirty minutes, he felt that his life could be ruined by Ji Yuting.
He has not been so embarrassed in many years.
This experience, and this hatred, he will never forget for the rest of his life!
Ji Yuting looked at him from a distance, seeing his trembling arms. He carefully picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then began to say:
"Ning Chengen, I went to Fangcheng for many years and neglected to train you, so that you took yourself more and more seriously and even wanted to take the opportunity to seize my power."
Ning Chengen endured the pain and struggled to squeeze out a few words through his teeth, "Master Yu...you are joking...I don't dare."
Ji Yuting snorted and rubbed his eyebrows lazily, "You are the deputy director who was trained by me. No one understands your ambitions and your desire for power and interests better than me."
"But now you have completely forgotten your original intention and become more and more strange to me."
Ever since Ning Chengen took over the power of the Ning family, he was fascinated by the feeling of ordering everyone and making everyone obey. He began to expect more and get greater rights.
Ning Chengen also knew it very well, but he would not change it, nor did he feel that he was wrong.
"Yuye Mingjian, I...have not changed..."
Using the little energy he had left to speak, he leaned back, quickly leaned against the wall, and regained his standard posture.
Ji Yuting was too lazy to listen to his perfunctory words and said in a serious tone: "I feel very tired. I feel that my arm is about to break. I even feel that I can't hold on anymore, right?"
Ning Chengen didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he was thinking this way.
Ji Yuting continued: "When I was trained by my master, he was even more cruel than this. I even felt that I was about to die."
"But in fact, human potential is unlimited. In the face of absolute oppression, proud people must bow their heads."
"Moreover, knowing that I cannot bear the punishment of failure, I will grit my teeth and hold on even if I really risk my life."
"Ning Chengen, the difference between you and me is more than just the word 'vice'."
Ning Chengen was slightly startled.
He couldn't understand what Ji Yuting meant.
Ji Yuting had never been like this before. He had a serious conversation with him, but now he was punished for being addicted and was dragging him to reminisce about the past?