Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 38 Super Physique
The faucet is turned on.

The shower head is spraying.

The water rushed down like a waterfall, pouring on my head.

"Comfortable----"

Fang Cheng closed his eyes comfortably and let out a long breath.

Let the cold tap water flow over your face, chest, hands and feet, washing away the sweat and heat.

Being able to take a relaxing bath after exercising is simply the most enjoyable thing in life.

Fang Cheng wiped his face vigorously with both hands and opened his eyelids.

Then, adjust the water faucet to the direction of the red arrow.

The cold water quickly turned into hot water of over 40 degrees.

Feeling the stimulation brought by the alternation of hot and cold, Fang Cheng squeezed some shower gel, applied it all over his body, and rubbed it quickly.

A few minutes later.

He changed into a clean vest and shorts, opened the curtain, stepped on his slippers, and walked out of the shower room.

I just feel that after taking a shower, all the pores in my body are refreshed and clear.

Flush out all the toxins, stress, and anxiety accumulated from long-term exercise.

Fang Cheng wiped his hair with a towel, walked to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

He has strong muscles and a well-proportioned body.

The bruises from the brawl with a gang of thugs at the night market had long since disappeared.

The arms, shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs all seemed to have been re-sculpted, with the lines becoming smooth and powerful.

Especially the abdomen, the outline of the six abdominal muscles is clearly visible, making people want to reach out and touch them.

When dressed, you look thin; when undressed, you look strong.

Maybe it's what I'm like now.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists tightly, feeling the power filling his body, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

“It feels good to become stronger!”

With the special effect of "The Lonely Person", the training effect has been significantly improved.

Visible growth in muscle size.

Now that his physical fitness had increased to 20 points, his body's recovery speed was beginning to show signs of far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he looked at the panel, reviewing the results of this morning exercise.

[Focus Experience +5]

[Boxing experience +7]

[Sanda experience +10]

[Push-up experience +41]

[Squat experience +46]

[Leg Raise Experience +30]

[Pull-up experience +30]

[Back Bridge Experience +30]

The experience increase of five fitness skills is almost 3 times.

In order to verify the actual effect of 20 points of physical fitness.

After daily training, Fang Cheng deliberately increased the intensity and carried out extreme training.

In one and a half hours, complete a total of 500 jackknife push-ups, 500 single-leg squats, and 90 back bridges.

Then he grabbed the bedroom door frame and did 120 pull-ups and 120 hanging leg raises in a row.

Wait until you are exhausted, then use "Potential Stimulation" to revive with full health.

This is probably the current physical limit of my body.

Even among world champion-level athletes, he is definitely one of the best.

Fang Cheng pondered secretly and turned his gaze to a skill that was in a gray sealed state on the panel.

"Potential stimulation..."

If you don’t practice extra for the purpose of catching up with the progress.

20 points of physical fitness are more than enough to cope with twice the previous training intensity.

In addition, with the improvement of mental attributes, unlocking new skills becomes relatively easier.

Perhaps you can consider retaining the cooldown time for potential activation and use it as a real trump card...

Thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.

Fang Cheng admired his figure without wasting any time.

Then he put on his coat, picked up the bag of clothes, and went outside.

This is a public bathhouse located next to the tube-shaped building where he lives. Since there is no private bathroom at home, Fang Cheng has to walk a few more steps to take a shower.

Fortunately, the charges are relatively cheap. A hot shower for less than half an hour only costs five dollars.

A few middle-aged women were sitting at the door chatting. When they saw Fang Cheng coming out, they all looked over.

"Hello, Aunt Li."

Fang Cheng greeted him casually.

Every day off after morning exercise, he would come here to take a shower and had become very familiar with the bathhouse owner.

It’s just that the looks these middle-aged women gave him were so fiery that he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Good, good, good."

Aunt Li smiled and nodded repeatedly in response.

Looking at Fang Cheng's departing back, he looked satisfied and muttered:
"He's handsome, has a good figure, and is so gentle and clean. He's such a great guy. It would be great if he could be my son-in-law..."

Hearing her mumbling to herself, an auntie next to her changed her expression slightly.

Then he lowered his voice and started gossiping:
"I heard that Fang Cheng's dead father was a murderer. Sister-in-law Li, please be careful."

"is it?"

Aunt Li glanced at her calmly:

"Last time at the vegetable market, I saw you chatting with Sister Biyun. Did you want to introduce your daughter to Fang Cheng?"

The middle-aged woman was extremely embarrassed upon hearing this and hurriedly changed the subject.

The conversation between the two also made the other women think something was wrong.

What ordinary people value is character and ability.

Family background is something that only rich people care about.

To put it bluntly, the people who live here are all from the lower class of society, and all kinds of people are mixed together.

If you really dig deep into your ancestors for eight generations, no family background is that good.

Therefore, children like this who have good appearance, self-discipline and ambition are potential stocks in the eyes of the neighbors and are worth fighting for.

If they wait another one or two years, it might not be their turn.

"Ten big beef buns and two bags of soy milk. Please help me pack them..."

Fang Cheng stood in front of the breakfast stall downstairs and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket with one hand.

Because of its high spiritual attributes.

At the bathhouse diagonally opposite, the gossip of the neighborhood aunties whispering behind my back could still be heard clearly.

"Ah Cheng, are you going to take a rest today? You have such a good appetite?"

The shop owner was an honest middle-aged man. He asked with a smile while putting meat buns into a plastic bag with a clip.

Fang Cheng also smiled and nodded in response without further explanation.

Then he carried the two bags, stepped on the puddles and walked slowly home.

When we were approaching the tube building, we saw an electric tricycle delivering gas tanks parked at the door.

There were two people standing in front of the car, and there was the sound of bargaining.

“50 yuan? That’s so expensive!”

"Brother, is 20 okay?"

"We come out to work in such a cold weather, and we only pay you 5 dollars per floor."

"It's not cold today, the sun is out, so I'll give you a slightly cheaper price, half price..."

Zhou Xiumei was not wearing a scarf as usual, and her little red mouth was talking non-stop.

With a wallet in his hand, he took out a few banknotes and forced them into the hands of a short and sturdy gas delivery worker.

However, the gas delivery worker kept shaking his head and refused to agree.

"Excuse me, let me do it."

At this time, a tall and thin figure walked between the two of them and reached out to take the gas tank on the ground.

Zhou Xiumei turned her head and looked over, her mouth slightly opened, as if startled, and hurriedly advised:

"Brother Cheng, it's too heavy, you can't carry it..."

Seeing this, the gas delivery worker grumbled in dissatisfaction:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have a man at home? It's really troublesome to waste so much time and effort..."

Fang Cheng grabbed the gas tank's shield with one hand, lifted it casually, and walked towards the stairs.

The nearly 50-kilogram steel tank filled with liquefied gas looked as easy and simple to carry as a can of milk in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the gas worker widened his eyes and immediately shut his mouth.

Zhou Xiumei's cheeks were blushing as she followed behind, at a loss as to what to do.

(End of this chapter)