Chapter 21 The Difficult Scripture
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The bedroom only spans six square meters.
The decoration is minimalistic, and the books are neatly arranged, making it look quite ordinary.
The only thing that stands out is a piece of homework paper on the wall.
Written on it are a few lines of neat and handsome handwriting.
"Study", "Fighting Skill", "Physical Training".
Under Physical Training, six specific training progress marks are listed.
"Push-ups."
"Deep Squat."
"Lifting Leg."
"Pull-ups."
"Back Bridge."
"Handstand Pushups."
The first three items are marked with a red check (√) at the end, along with the dates and counts for unlocking and leveling up.
Only the last three items are left blank.
At this moment, the alarm clock on the desk shows 7:18.
The washed-out floral curtains are already letting in the dim light of dawn.
Fang Cheng still has his eyes wide open, lying in bed.
However, he isn't lazing about; instead, he's engaged in specialized training.
His feet are together and straight, maintaining a straight line with his upper body.
As he inhales, he tightens his waist and uses the strength of his abdominals to lift his legs.
Until they are perpendicular to the floor, then he lowers them again.
"551."
"552."
"553."
"554…"
"Huh—"
Fang Cheng suddenly exhales a long breath, stops the abdominal exercises, and stares at the ceiling.
In his field of vision, a pale blue light screen lights up rapidly, enlarging.
[Congratulations, through tireless efforts, your Skill has reached Expert Level]
[Lifting Leg lv1 (0/250)]
"Finally achieved the goal, not easy at all!"
Looking at the training results, Fang Cheng sighs.
He then closes his eyes, slowly regulating his rapid breathing and heartbeat.
Due to the weather, he's unable to train in the park, the progress of the Lifting Leg Skill has been as slow as a snail's pace.
His regular training consists of doing 300 flat lying straight leg lifts in bed.
Every 30 counts as one set, and on average, he gains about 1 Experience Point.
This amount of exercise is actually quite significant, it's just the efficiency is relatively low compared to push-ups and deep squats.
Today, after his routine training, Fang Cheng deliberately increased the intensity.
He did 60 in a set, in a short time, adding 3 more sets, which triggered the activation condition for "Potential Activation".
Then, taking advantage of being at the peak of physical condition, he did 74 more in a row.
Finally, with an efficiency of 32 for 1 Experience Point, he forcefully advanced to lv1.
And thus, he received a reward of 5 Free Attributes points.
After a brief rest, Fang Cheng decisively added 3 points to Constitution.
He then allocated 1 point each to Strength and Agility.
[Strength: 11]
[Agility: 11]
[Constitution: 16]
[Spirit: 18]
During the leveling process.
Muscles slightly bulge, and the blood flows swiftly.
Fang Cheng opens his eyes.
Feeling the power surging through his body, he reaches out to touch his gradually forming abs.
He can't help but have a vain thought.
With these physical attributes, would he be considered a small boss level in an underworld city game?
"Now, I wonder if I could match up with Coach Xu or Ma Donghe?"
He gets up from bed, opens the curtain, and looks out at the gloomy sky outside.
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The dark clouds hadn't dispersed, and the sun was still not visible, but at least the rain had finally begun to subside.
Pushing the windows open, Fang Cheng took a deep breath of fresh air.
He felt good, and it was time to get his training plan back on track.
Suddenly, the sound of an argument from next door interrupted his thoughts.
He listened carefully for a moment.
It turned out that Zhou Xiumei's father, Zhou Yongnian, had been working overnight on a case and just as he walked through the door, he was met with a barrage of scolding from Aunt He.
Aunt He complained that her husband was out all night every day, suspecting him of having an affair and keeping a mistress.
Zhou Yongnian was frantically explaining that the police station had too many cases lately, and he genuinely did not have time to go home; she could call his colleagues if she did not believe him.
Upon hearing this, Aunt He's emotions became even more intense, her voice piercingly shrill – probably audible to the entire building.
She berated him for still being an insignificant inspector after so many years, for not knowing how to take bribes, not knowing how to curry favor with superiors, resulting in their family having to live in an old house like this...
Amidst the quarrel, the cries of Zhou Xiumei's younger brother, five-year-old Zhou Peng, could also be heard.
For a moment, it felt like all the pots and pans were shaking.
Fang Cheng shook his head and closed the window again.
Every family has its own difficult scripture to recite...
He had no interest in gossip; he only wanted to focus on his own affairs.
He turned to look at the calendar on the wall.
December 2nd.
There were still 28 days until the preliminary university entrance examination at the end of the month.
15 days until Zheng Haokang would come to the club to give instruction.
Fang Cheng let out a sigh, his eyes instantly filled with determination, and clenched his fists.
"Take it slow, no need to rush. As long as there's significant progress each day..."
"Keep it up!"
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Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Time flew by, and soon it was past 9 PM.
The weather was unexpectedly clear today, and nighttime classes were arranged for each department.
At this moment, the training hall was empty, as all the students had finished their classes.
The staff of the logistic department busied themselves, performing routine cleaning and sanitation work.
Chen Xiaohai and a couple of close colleagues joked and laughed as they returned to the locker room.
Then, they turned their attention to Fang Cheng, who had already finished his work and was sitting quietly, changing his shoes.
"Ah Cheng, did you talk to HR today?"
Hearing Chen Xiaohai's question, Fang Cheng understood what he was referring to, and looked up to reply:
"HR said they would consider it but didn't give me an immediate response."
Chen Xiaohai smirkingly said:
"If they didn't reject it outright, then it's probably a sure thing. You should be thinking about how to pass the physical assessment at the coaching department."
Fang Cheng nodded.
The colleagues nearby, listening to their conversation, were aware of Fang Cheng's intention to become a sparring partner.
They joined in the discussion one after another.
Some apologized to Fang Cheng for having misunderstood him in the past.
Only now did they understand that his regular workouts and boxing practice were aimed at earning more money to raise funds for his grandfather's surgery.
Everyone couldn't help but praise Fang Cheng for his filial piety.
Others reminded Fang Cheng to know how to protect himself.
Even though the sparring partner wage was high, it was easy to get injured, and they were concerned that the club might shirk responsibility.
Fang Cheng, who had studied law, was clear about this.
According to the labor law of the Great Xia Republic.
As long as there was a substantial employment relationship, if the employee was injured during working hours due to work-related reasons, the employer is typically required to bear full responsibility.
Unless it is proved that the employee intentionally acted or violated company safety regulations.
Being a sparring partner, he would only be practicing with the fighters under the instructor's command, fulfilling his job duties.
To be honest, Fang Cheng was more worried about another issue.
What if he accidentally injured his employer during sparring? How should he compensate?
Punching out after work.
Fang Cheng picked up his backpack, following everyone out through the staff exit.
Looking at the brightly lit city nightscape, an idea lingered in his mind.
He planned to leave early today to visit the video shop and rent a few karate competition discs.
To gain some knowledge in advance and prepare for the sparring session with that Japanese karate expert.
To know both oneself and the opponent is to be undefeated in a hundred battles.