December 17, Thursday.
Outside the window, a fine drizzle veils the air.
Raindrops fall on the glass, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the delightful tick-tock sound.
Almost identical to the sound of sweat dripping onto the floor.
Fang Cheng's gaze is focused, lying face down.
His feet together, toes touching the ground, left arm placed under his chest, palm supporting him.
His other hand is at his side, keeping his body in a straight line.
Then, he tightens his abdomen, slowly bending his elbows, letting his body sink, chest nearing the ground.
Throughout this process, his body is extremely stable, without any shaking, until he reaches the lowest point.
Then, he pushes his body up forcefully, straightening his elbows.
Silently feeling the explosive power brought by the expansion and contraction of muscles.
After pausing for a second, he repeats the same movement.