The Origin of Cattleya Hunt (Part 3)

They held the barbecue party on the lush garden with a basketball and tennis field. Zephyr was talking with someone on his cellphone, while Elm had a colorful conversation with the teams. Look around, I could also see a track field on the side. Aaron told me this is their training yard.

“You can also do some morning jog on those mountain tracks.” Said Aaron while pointing at a small asphalt road with trees surrounding it. He was in the middle of grilling some corn and meat skewers.

“That is so freaking beautiful,” I got excited all of a sudden, “I’m going to take a jog in the morning. I feel a bit out of breath lately.”

“What’s your daily run?” He asked me with his face concentrate on the task at hand.

“Four or five miles? How about you?” With a sense of proud I tell him about my daily run routine.

He chuckles and looks at me. “Ten, with a little hike sometimes.”

Gasping, I smack on his arm, “No way, you’re trying to upping me, right?!”

“Nope, the honest truth.” He said and then