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The next morning, before dawn had fully broken, Gu Yuan got up early.

He didn't know why he had to get up so early; perhaps it was a habit, or perhaps it was a supernatural force that motivated him to work hard.

Stepping out of my house, it was still barely dawn, and the streetlights were casting a faint glow.

Gu Yuan, dressed in brand-new sportswear, stood at his doorstep and yawned.

Not long after, Mikami Natsumi was seen running from the mist not far away.

She was slightly out of breath, wearing loose short sleeves, and looked quite ordinary.

But in reality, with every step he took, his chest would tremble.

Very youthful and energetic.

"I'm sorry, sir... no, Mr. Gu Yuan, you are now my employer."

"Before we officially begin exercising, let's warm up together."

Mikami Natsumi ran up to Kou Yuan, stopped, rested her hands on her knees to calm her breathing for a while, and spoke with a hint of advice in her voice.

Although this action disrupts her rhythm, it is a necessary action.

If Gu Yuan were to strain his muscles due to recklessness, all his future wages would be lost.

Gu Yuan nodded slightly in agreement.

Five minutes later, the warm-up was over, and the two officially set off.

……

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Gu Yuan sat on a park bench, panting heavily.

It wasn't until he drank several bottles of electrolyte water that he regained some composure.

Just as he was about to rest a little longer, Mikami Natsumi wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over slowly, indicating that he shouldn't sit for too long.

While your muscles are still tight and lactic acid is building up, you need to stretch again to avoid being unable to get out of bed the next day.

"..."

Gu Yuan glanced at her helplessly, got up and took a few steps, then didn't want to move anymore.

He lowered his head and silently used a warrior's breathing technique to try to regulate his disordered breathing.

My lungs still feel like they're on fire.

However, this scene was seen as a sign of laziness by Mikami Natsumi.

She sighed, put down her water glass, and asked with concern:

"Mr. Gu Yuan, how long has it been since you last did a long-distance run?"

She really wanted to complain that Gu Yuantai was too slow to last.

But then he remembered that he was a professional, and there was inherently a difference between professional and amateur, so he changed the subject and said:

"Well, it's understandable that you're a foreigner. I've heard that schools in your area seem to have relatively few extracurricular activities."

"In that case, it's already amazing that you could last two hours on your first try. Keep it up!"

"Let me help you with this stretch."

As she spoke, she took Gu Yuan's hand and led him behind a large tree.

Seeing that no one was around, she half-squatted down and began to massage his calves to stretch his muscles and bones.

At this moment, Gu Yuan had successfully adjusted his breathing.

He leaned against the tree, feeling a soft yet strong touch on his lower limbs, and was slightly taken aback.

So thoughtful?

Gu Yuan lowered his head, looked at Mikami Natsumi who was focused on the massage, and asked:

"Is this included in the 5,000 yen service?"

"Of course not, it's just an exception. Oh, you've adjusted so quickly?"

Mikami Natsumi looked up, somewhat surprised.

Just a moment ago he was panting heavily, his lips were pale, and he looked like he was about to collapse from exhaustion, so how come he's like this now...?

Is this a difference in physical constitution?

She was a little confused for a moment, but it undoubtedly saved her a lot of trouble.

After massaging her left leg, Mikami Natsumi tried to get up, because Kogen had regained his strength.

But then I thought, it doesn't seem right to give up halfway through something, especially since the other party has already paid money.

So she silently squatted down again and continued to massage Gu Yuan's right leg.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan was happy to have some peace and quiet. His thoughts were racing, and he thought to himself that the method was really good.

With each breath, a warm current flows into the limbs and bones each time the body reaches its limit.

With each influx, his physical abilities were further enhanced.

This creates a virtuous cycle.

Unfortunately, the process was extremely painful…

"Mr. Gu Yuan, Mr. Gu Yuan..."

Just as he was pondering whether this was the only way to improve himself.

Mikami Natsumi's gentle call brought him back to his senses.

Are you listening to me?

Gu Yuan lowered his head: "Yes."

Mikami Natsu breathed a sigh of relief, glancing casually at the person staring straight ahead, thinking he was engrossed in something.

If that's the case, then she'll have to discuss paying more.

She stood up, shook her slightly sore arms, and slowly said:

"Now that your strength has almost recovered, let's continue with the rest of the training."

"Through this long-distance run, I have a general understanding of your physical limits."

"This is not the limit," Gu Yuan silently retorted in his heart.

He clenched his fingers and then opened them again, feeling the power surging within him, and had a premonition.

If I can last two hours this time, maybe I can last two hours and ten minutes next time.

Supernatural forces are just that unreasonable.

However, he did not specifically remind Mikami Natsumi.

This benefit is something he can enjoy all by himself, and he also looks forward to seeing the other person's surprised expression.

Exclamations like "Masaka" and "Nani" are welcome, the more the better.

The shock from the outside world is the best positive feedback that motivates him to continue to strive.

At this moment, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in Gu Yuan's heart.

……

Twenty days later, Gu Yuan's pace reached 12 kilometers per hour, and he could maintain it for three hours at a time.

This is already top-level amateur skill.

Gu Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "If you don't push yourself, you really don't know where your limits are."

As expected, Mikami Natsumi was genuinely surprised.

She even suspected that this was Gu Yuan's deliberate disguise, because she had never seen anyone progress so quickly—or was he taking drugs?

It's worth noting that her previous limit was only 16 kilometers per hour.

This is the speed at which one can participate in international competitions.

She exhaled, feeling the pressure.

Fortunately, in the following days, the opponent's speed remained at twelve kilometers per hour.

This gave her a slight sense of relief.

"Perhaps it's just a natural talent. That's good, that's good. Otherwise, all my efforts over the years would seem ridiculous."

"Just whatever..."

He couldn't help but shake his head, both to avoid being surpassed by Gu Yuan and hurting his self-esteem, and also for the sake of balanced development.

She began to shift more of her energy to other things.

Upper limbs, core, flexibility...

And so, day by day, Gu Yuan’s strength and stamina steadily and significantly improved.

One day, Gu Yuan was bored and picked up an apple to quench his thirst.

When he instinctively squeezed it hard, he was surprised to find that the apple was easily crushed.

He stared at his palms, searched online, and then realized that his grip strength was more than twice that of an average person.

"A grip strength of 90 kilograms with one hand, what does that even mean? Finally..."

He muttered to himself, thinking, "Finally, I can try using some heavy weapons."

With such grip strength, what equipment can't you use?