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I was bitten by a zombie, which doesn't seem to be a bad thing.
After being bitten, I not only didn't turn into a zombie, but also, zombies no longer attack me.
While people struggle for survival under the pursuit of zombies, I move freely among them.
When people fight each other over a piece of bread, I have alreadycollected a large amount of supplies and casually raised an army.
While people barely establish camps under the siege of zombies, I have already become a ruler of a territory!

Bitten by the Zombie

Zhang Cheng was sure his strength had indeed increased.

How strong was he? He had a rough idea.

In the past, he could certainly lift a bag of rice weighing a hundred catties (approximately 60kgs).

Given his height of more than 1.80m.

If he couldn't even lift something weighing a hundred catties, then he would really be useless.

But it certainly wouldn't have been as effortless as it is now.

Now he was exercising in the gym on the second floor, focused on the equipment.

Push-ups, skipping, sit-ups, and frog leaping were hardly done anymore.

Therefore, Tang Ying didn't need to count for him.

Tang Ying didn't want to disturb Zhang Cheng.

She was a sensible woman who knew that Zhang Cheng was the pillar of their 'home.'

The stronger he was, the more secure their home would be.

What's more, Tang Ying found out she had things she could do as well.

She could teach Yang Xiaohong to read, write, and even English.

Zhang Cheng initially intended to have Yang Xiaohong maintain the SUV.

Yang Xiaohong was indeed skilled at automotive maintenance.

However, she was unfamiliar with many spare parts.

These spare parts were mostly imported and the car magazines on the second floor did have introductions about them.

But these magazines were all in English, which Yang Xiaohong couldn't understand.

There was no way around it; Yang Xiaohong's father himself was only graduated from elementary school.

Therefore, Yang Xiaohong's reading comprehension skills were relatively weak.

Not to mention understanding English.

That's why, through instructing Yang Xiaohong, Tang Ying hoped to help her acquire more automotive knowledge.

If Yang Xiaohong was in charge of maintaining the car.

Then Tang Ying could be more at ease when Zhang Cheng went out.

Otherwise, once Zhang Cheng left, she would always be worried.

What if the car broke and they were surrounded by zombies, what to do...

Of course, Tang Ying also wanted to inform Yang Xiaohong bit by bit about the matters between men and women through their sessions.

She didn't want her innocent mind to be contaminated.

Zhang Cheng put down the 25kg dumbbell in his hand, grabbed his water bottle, and gulped down a large mouthful of water.

Exercising can genuinely be addictive.

Especially after feeling the growth of strength.

One can gradually become obsessed.

Every time he flexed his forearm, he seemed to 'feel' the muscles growing.

However, on looking down, there was no exaggerated 'lump' as he had imagined.

Zhang Cheng put down his water bottle and mixed another bowl of protein powder for himself.

This was his 6th bowl in the afternoon.

A bowl with a few large spoonfuls had at least 50 grams.

There was plenty of protein powder, he could eat it like a meal without any problems.

And he didn't notice any side effects either.

PS: Asking for collection, flowers, tips, monthly passes, ten-point evaluation tickets, all kinds of wishes, I want them all!

(Note: This is a translated summary of the chapter and not a direct word-to-word translation.)

Chapter 69: Addicted to Muscles!