Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Lin Dawei's mind was completely quiet.

There was no crisp electronic sound, nor did any task panel pop up.

It seems the system is quite discerning; not just any internet celebrity face or any pair of yoga pants can trigger a star rating.

However, Lin Dawei did not intend to push her away.

"What's your name?"

Lin Dawei's arm muscles contracted sharply, and he steadily placed the pair of 40-kilogram heavy dumbbells back onto the rack.

The two heavy lumps of steel collided, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

The female coach's eyelids twitched from the shock of the weight, and the eagerness in her eyes intensified.

"Brother, just call me Xiao Li. What should I call you, brother?"

Xiao Li pressed even closer, her snow-white chest almost touching Lin Dawei's sweat-soaked short-sleeved shirt.

"Just call me Brother Lin."

"We'll talk about private lessons later."

Lin Dawei took the towel Xiao Li handed him and casually wiped the sweat from his chin.

"Now, show me some exercises on the equipment so I can see your skills and whether it's worth my money for the course."

Xiao Li's eyes lit up instantly when she heard there was hope.

"No problem, Brother Lin! Come with me, let's practice our backs first!"

She turned around happily, deliberately twisting her taut hips, and led Lin Dawei to a seated lat pulldown machine.

Lin Dawei straddled the lever and gripped it with both hands.

Xiao Li took the opportunity to walk around behind him.

"Brother Lin, keep your back straight, let me help you feel where to exert force."

She practically lay sprawled on Lin Dawei's broad back.

Both hands slid down Lin Dawei's arms and finally pressed on his latissimus dorsi muscles.

That soft mass rubbed against his back without any obstruction as Lin Dawei pulled the equipment.

Lin Dawei's eyes brightened slightly.

The coach needs to be technically skilled. I need to come to the gym more often and take more private training sessions.

Just as Lin Dawei was enjoying the soft warmth behind him.

A stronger scent of perfume wafted over.

"Oh, Xiaoli, your guidance is too stiff."

A female instructor wearing peach-pink tight-fitting butt-lifting pants walked over.

This woman was even more voluptuous than Xiao Li, and her neckline was so low it almost reached her belly button.

She completely ignored Xiao Li's murderous glare and squeezed herself next to Lin Dawei.

"With those muscles, brother, you're too weak to hold them down."

The coach in pink pants spoke sweetly, reaching out to touch Lin Dawei's thick biceps.

"Brother, feel the contraction of the serratus anterior muscle. My hand is here, press it into my palm..."

She not only made a move, but also pressed her thigh directly against Lin Dawei's side waist.

Xiao Li immediately panicked.

I finally hooked up with a top-notch older man, how can I let someone steal him away halfway!

"Wang Na, stop interfering! I greeted Brother Lin first!"

Xiao Li intensified her movements, pressing her chest firmly against Lin Dawei's back.

"Pshaw, the gym isn't yours to run. Just buy classes from whoever's the most professional!"

Wang Na didn't back down at all, and almost half of her body was hanging on Lin Dawei's shoulder.

The two female coaches, one on the left and one on the right, were secretly competing with each other.

All sorts of physical contact, under the guise of "assisting in exertion," were directed at Lin Dawei.

Lin Dawei didn't point it out, letting the two soft mounds rub against his body, his hands still moving steadily.

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was about to reach its peak.

"Bang!"

A deafening clang of metal being smashed came from not far away.

A burly man wearing a sleeveless vest and a professional weightlifting back brace slammed the barbell heavily onto the floor.

The burly man was named Wu Meng, and he was a well-known "resident big shot" in this power zone.

When he practices squats, he is always surrounded by admiring glances from female students and coaches.

But today, this middle-aged man in an old short-sleeved shirt stole all the limelight!

Especially when you see even the two most flirtatious female trainers in the gym sticking to that man like glue.

The fire of jealousy in Wu Meng's heart shot straight to the top of his head.

"Tsk tsk, it seems like anyone can come to the VIP area to show off now."

Wu Meng spoke in a gruff voice, his tone sarcastic and mocking.

"It takes two women to serve you just to train your back. You only gain muscle mass but don't develop your core. It's all just empty showmanship!"

His voice was so loud that everyone in the entire power zone could hear it clearly.

Lin Dawei's lever stopped in mid-air, and he slightly raised his eyelids to glance at Wu Meng.

Before he could even speak.

Xiao Li, who was standing next to her, got angry first.

"Wu Meng, what are you being so sour about!"

Xiao Li grabbed her slender waist with one hand and retorted without hesitation.

"Brother Lin's muscles are way better than yours! You're all built like a barrel, and you still have the nerve to call others all show and no substance?"

Wang Na rolled her eyes in response.

"Exactly! We've all felt how strong Brother Lin's muscles are! You can't even compare to one of Brother Lin's fingers!"

Wu Meng's face turned as red as a pig's liver when the two women exposed his shortcomings in public.

He strode forward with his thick legs and walked aggressively to the high pull-down machine.

"fart!"

Wu Meng pointed at Lin Dawei's nose, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"What kind of man hides behind a woman!"

"Dude, let's see what you're made of. Want to have a few rounds of competition? Let's see who's the real deal!"

Members who were lifting weights around stopped what they were doing, crossed their arms, and gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Lin Dawei released the lever.

His tall figure slowly straightened up.

His current height exceeds 1.85 meters, and his broad shoulders and back are extremely imposing.

Looking down at Wu Meng, who only reached his chin, Lin Dawei smirked.

"Okay."

Lin Dawei's voice was hoarse, and there was no trace of emotion in it.

"You choose the project, you go first."

A hint of wild joy flashed in Wu Meng's eyes.

Pretending to be magnanimous? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!

"You said it yourself! The first item is weighted pull-ups!"

Wu Meng walked directly to the horizontal bar, took a chain with a 20-kilogram discus hanging from it, and skillfully wrapped it around his waist.

He grabbed some magnesium powder, rubbed it in his hands, and then leaped onto the horizontal bar.

"one two three……"

With Wu Meng's heavy breathing, his back muscles bulged exaggeratedly.

By the time he reached the fifteenth, Wu Meng's face had turned purplish-red, and his arms were trembling violently.

He mustered his last bit of strength and barely managed to get his chin over the bar.

"sixteen!"

Wu Meng released his grip and landed on the ground with a thud, panting heavily as he looked at Lin Dawei defiantly.

"Your turn!"

Lin Dawei walked over.

I didn't apply magnesium powder.

No warm-up was done.

He picked up the weighted iron chain that Wu Meng had just used, along with the 20-kilogram iron disc, and casually fastened it around his waist.

His hands were casually resting on the horizontal bar.

Without using any momentum from body movement!

Lin Dawei's latissimus dorsi muscles instantly bulged out under his pure cotton black T-shirt, creating a terrifying inverted triangle shape!

My body felt like it was equipped with a hydraulic crane, going straight up and down.

"Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen..."

Xiao Li and Wang Na were so excited that their faces turned red. They shouted at the top of their lungs to count for Lin Dawei, their voices so sweet they seemed to drip with water.

"sixteen!"

"Seventeen!"

When he reached the seventeenth one, Lin Dawei steadily released his grip.

The iron chain around his waist made a crisp clanging sound.

no more, no less.

That's exactly one more than Wu Meng.

"Holy crap..."

A low gasp escaped from the crowd.

Those in the know can see the difference. Lin Dawei's seventeen strikes just now were all powered by his isolated back muscles; he didn't even sway once!

Wu Meng's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Coincidence! It's absolutely a coincidence!

"Again! Squat!"

Wu Meng gritted his teeth and charged at the squat rack like an enraged bull.

The weight was increased to 150 kilograms!

This is his usual maximum weight.

Wu Meng, carrying the barbell, his legs trembling wildly, did eight squats with all his might.

When he put down the barbell, he collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring.

Lin Dawei walked over.

I did not lose weight.

He carried 150 kilograms of steel as easily as carrying a sack of cotton.

Muscles bulged out like rock beneath his trouser legs.

"one two three……"

Amidst the stares of everyone who looked at him like he was a monster, Lin Dawei calmly completed his ninth squat.

He's squatting one more than Wu Meng again!

Murder and kill!

For two consecutive projects, Lin Dawei only did one more, clearly treating Wu Meng like a fool!

Wu Meng clenched his back teeth so hard that his eyes were almost bursting out of their sockets.

We've already lost all face; we absolutely have to win back this last one!

"Bench press! I don't believe you're that good at chest presses!"