Becoming the King of Bottom Fishing After Going All-In on A-Shares

Lu Chenzhou looked at her for two seconds.

"I don't know either, but it should be soon."

He turned around, intending to leave.

Seeing Lu Chenzhou about to run away, Wen Zhiyu stepped forward and pulled him back: "Shall we go to the cafeteria together later?"

Lu Chenzhou's face twitched slightly.

If they go to the cafeteria together, Wen Zhiyu will definitely put meat on his plate, even though he doesn't like to eat meat.

However, looking into Wen Zhiyu's expectant eyes, he didn't know how to refuse.

"it is good."

Looking at Lu Chenzhou's conflicted expression, Wen Zhiyu smiled, as if she could read his mind: "Don't worry, you can choose whatever you like to eat."

Lu Chenzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Zhiyu is sometimes quite nice; he gives him some space and room for choice.

Moreover, feeding him meat is also for his health.

During this period of time, Lu Chenzhou has indeed felt that his body is getting better and better.

I go for a run every morning and eat meals on time.

Although I still don't like eating meat, my mental state is much better than when I was first reborn.

He glanced at Wen Zhiyu, who was wearing a bulky light brown coat, covering herself up completely.

It was already chilly in late October in BJ, and she was afraid of the cold.

"So, are you going to work out with me tonight?" Lu Chenzhou asked.

Wen Zhiyu shook her head frantically: "No, it's too much of a burden."

Lu Chenzhou glanced at her chest and nodded: "It is indeed too much of a burden."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Wen Zhiyu's face turned red instantly, down to her ears.

She subconsciously pulled her coat zipper up, glared at him, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Chenzhou turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the stairwell.

After taking a couple of steps, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wen Zhiyu stood there, watching his back, her face as red as a boiled shrimp.

After Lu Chenzhou had walked far away, she hummed a few times before quickly catching up.

Xia Yaozong watched her retreating figure, then looked in the direction where Lu Chenzhou had disappeared, and shook his head.

"These two, one speaks without thinking, and the other can't stand what they hear. At this rate, when are you two ever going to get to sleep together?"

Zhang Yixing rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think they're like you? Going to a hotel to check in right after meeting them."

Xia Yaozong choked for a moment, then retorted confidently, "That's called high efficiency."

Look at Brother Lu, he clearly has feelings for her, but he insists on acting like a block of wood.

Wen Zhiyu was the same; she brought breakfast every day and stood beside him every day. Even after all that, he just hummed a few times and that was it.

Zhang Yixing packed his things and stood up: "Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

"I'm not worried, I'm anxious. When will they ever stop dragging their feet like this?"

Zhang Yixing glanced at him: "Back then, you went to a hotel with that girl after knowing her for only a few hours, and it didn't work out in the end, did it?"

Xia Yaozong's expression changed after being hit where it hurt: "That's different."

"How are they different?"

Xia Yaozong gave a vague answer and walked quickly towards the door: "That was...that was because I was young and ignorant."

"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria. It's past four o'clock, Brother Lu and the others should already be there."

Zhang Yixing shook his head and followed.

In the cafeteria, Lu Chenzhou and Wen Zhiyu sat facing each other.

In front of Lu Chenzhou was a plate of stir-fried broccoli, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of rice.

In front of Wen Zhiyu was a plate of braised pork, a plate of garlic greens, and a bowl of rice.

She picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it on Lu Chenzhou's plate.

Lu Chenzhou glanced at the braised pork, then at Wen Zhiyu.

"You said I could choose for myself."

Wen Zhiyu took a bite of rice with a blank expression: "I've changed my mind."

Lu Chenzhou was silent for two seconds, then picked up the piece of braised pork and ate it.

Wen Zhiyu's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it again.

7:30 p.m., Renmin University playground.

In late autumn in Beijing, it gets dark early. The lights around the playground are already on, illuminating the track in a white light.

The wind blew in from the west, carrying a dry, cold chill.

Wen Zhiyu changed into a dark gray tracksuit and stood by the track with a complicated expression.

"I really don't want to run."

Lu Chenzhou had already jogged two laps on the track, and when he stopped, his breathing was very steady.

He glanced at her: "You said during the day that you had too much burden, I thought you were just refusing."

Wen Zhiyu zipped her coat all the way up and tucked her chin into the collar: "I refused! You forced me to come."

"I was asking if you wanted to come train with me. You said no, but I didn't force you to come."

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment.

She came along on her own, wanting to spend more time with him.

Lu Chenzhou didn't expose her, and turned to continue running.

Wen Zhiyu stood there for more than ten seconds, sighed, and followed.

She could barely keep up on the first lap.

On the second lap, my breathing started to become erratic.

Halfway through the third lap, Wen Zhiyu suddenly stopped, supporting herself on her knees with both hands, panting heavily.

It's not a matter of endurance.

It's because my chest is being pulled too hard.

With each step I landed, it felt like something was pulling me down, causing waves of soreness in my shoulders and back.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as if something was pressing on her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe fully.

Lu Chenzhou ran a dozen meters and, finding no footsteps behind him, stopped and turned back to look at her.

Wen Zhiyu straightened up and subconsciously gripped the collar of her sports jacket, trying to reduce the shaking.

She looked unwell; her lips were pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Lu Chenzhou walked back, stood in front of her, and looked at her for two seconds.

"Can't run anymore?"

Wen Zhiyu bit her lip and remained silent.

Lu Chenzhou didn't ask any further questions; he just glanced at her posture.

The shoulders are tucked in, the center of gravity is shifted forward, and the whole person is curled up.

"Stop running," he said.

Wen Zhiyu looked up and paused for a moment.

"Your problem isn't a lack of stamina; your physical condition isn't suited for running."

With each step, the upper body experiences additional impact.

Over time, this will strain your shoulders, back, waist, and knees.

Wen Zhiyu opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

She was always last in running during physical education classes from childhood to adulthood. Her teachers said she had poor physical fitness, and her classmates laughed at her for running slowly, so she believed that she really did have poor physical fitness.

No one ever told her that it was because her physical condition was not suitable for running like that.

"Then how should I train?" she asked.

"Brisk walking for at least 40 minutes every day, keeping your heart rate between 120 and 140, is just as effective as running and is also better for your joints."

He spoke very decisively, as if he had already thought it through.

Wen Zhiyu nodded.

The two walked side by side on the track, at a moderate pace.

The autumn wind blew from the side, blowing Wen Zhiyu's ponytail onto her cheek, and she reached out and brushed it away.

After walking about halfway around, Wen Zhiyu suddenly spoke up: "How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"I'm not suited for running."

Lu Chenzhou remained silent for two seconds.

"I saw you running just now."

Wen Zhiyu turned her head to look at him. The lights from the playground shone on his face, and his expression remained calm and composed.

"You only looked around three times?"

"You don't need three laps, you can tell in half a lap."

Wen Zhiyu bit her lip and lowered her eyes.

The lights by the playground cast long, overlapping shadows of the two people.

"Then why didn't you tell me to stop sooner?" Her voice was a little muffled.

"You want to run three laps yourself."

Wen Zhiyu was speechless. She really wanted to finish the three laps and didn't want to appear too useless in front of him.

"Besides walking faster, what else can I do?" she asked.

"Strength training focuses on the back and core. Building up muscles can reduce the burden on the shoulders and neck."

For cardio, the elliptical trainer or swimming are better options than running.

Wen Zhiyu listened attentively and nodded.

"What workout clothes should I wear tomorrow?"

"Whatever, as long as it provides enough support."

How do I know if the support is enough?

Lu Chenzhou thought for a moment: "Look at the label, sports bras with medium to high support will say that, your current one is not suitable."