I practiced in the United States

"Leon! Come out quickly, I have good news for you.

Li Ang opened the window, and looking up at him downstairs was a tall, but not strong, white boy with brown-red hair.

He said somewhat helplessly:

"I emphasize again, my name is Li Ang, not Leon."

"Besides, I want to know if the good news you're telling me is worth my coming up the stairs to open the door for you."

Hearing his words, this chubby young man who was 188cm tall smiled honestly and said:

"Believe me, you will definitely need it."

"That's it. Uncle Wilson got a large cart of millet, but his body obviously didn't support him moving the goods into the warehouse, so he called the two of us to help."

Li Ang sighed, what kind of good thing is it to help others move goods?

However, in his memory, this old man had taken good care of him before, so he still had to go due to circumstances and reasons.

Anyway, his own exercise is exercise, and moving goods is not a kind of exercise.

"By the way, he also promised to give us ten yuan each."

"Char, my good brother, you deserve this can of Coke."

Li Ang immediately hurried downstairs and took a can of Coke from the refrigerator for Charles. This was his favorite, especially the canned one.

Charles Henry is his neighbor and one of his few friends in school.

The reason why the two were able to play together was not only because they were neighbors, but also because although Ciel was tall, he had a cowardly personality. Like Li Ang, he was among the group of people who were bullied in school.

In this way, the two people naturally have a lot of topics in common.

Arriving at Uncle Wilson's warehouse, Li Ang looked at the wheat in the bed of the pickup truck. Although it seemed that there was a lot of wheat, it was still within the tolerance of the two of them.

"Young men, don't be in a hurry, take your time, be careful not to get hurt."

Uncle Wilson was smoking a cigarette under the big tree next to the warehouse and carefully warned the two of them.

The two nodded and walked to the side of the carriage.

Li Ang tentatively picked up a bag of wheat. It was not light, but the density of wheat was there after all. It was far inferior to cement and sand.

He estimated that the bag weighed seventy or eighty pounds.

Charles on the side picked up the bag without any pause and walked quickly towards the shelves.

Li Ang hesitated for a moment, but still took a half-crouching position and carried the bag of wheat on his shoulders.

There was no way, he didn't dare to be so willful with his current body, so he had to adopt the most labor-saving method.

This surprised Wilson a little. This guy didn't look like he was working at first glance, but he was able to move things without a teacher.

Less than five bags later, Li Ang felt that his clothes were already soaked, but his eyes were still bright.

He looked at his panel:

Name: Li Ang

Strength: 6.96

Physique: 7.34

Reaction: 10.26

Spirit: 13.14

Breaking point: 0

Skill:

【Cycling】39/100 (entry)

Just for a while, his physique increased by 0.01.

Although this is just a few bites of food to achieve a breakthrough point, reality is not like a game where you can eat whenever you want.

This physically consuming activity not only increases his attributes, but also consumes his energy, allowing him to eat more food. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Ten minutes later, Ciel had finished moving his part.

On Li Ang's side, there are still four bags left.

Although his physical fitness has improved a lot compared to yesterday, it is still unable to compare with Ciel, who is 188cm tall and weighs 200 pounds (190 pounds).

Just as Charles was about to continue picking up a bag of wheat, he was stopped by Li Ang's signal.

"You can rest after moving. I'll do the rest by myself."

His voice was not very breathy, but it made Ciel stop subconsciously.

He always listened to Li Ang's words, but he had no choice. After all, whether Charles could complete his coursework basically depended on Li Ang.

After carrying the last few bags, Li Ang's legs were shaking a little as he walked.

But in exchange, the physical fitness increased by 0.01 again, reaching 7.35, and a brand new $10 bill.

After using more actions to pay, Li Ang suddenly discovered that the scent of the ink on the coins had an indescribable attraction.

"Uncle Wilson, if something like this happens again next time, we will be happy to help."

Li Ang said hello politely before leaving.

In less than half an hour, I earned 10 dollars. Although it was a bit tiring, the price was quite good for students like them.

As soon as the two young men left, Mrs. Wilson asked with a puzzled look:

"Didn't you buy this batch of wheat for your cousin? Why do you have to put so much effort into moving it to the warehouse?"

Uncle Wilson just smiled softly and replied:

"Appropriate activities and some pocket money are what these children desperately need."

When he passed Aunt Silla's door when he returned home, Li Ang was caught by the blood-red dress with just one glance.

She wore a pair of black suede high heels, and her long skirt perfectly outlined her pear-shaped figure.

For an average 17-year-old boy, she might be a little fat, but for Li Ang, who is almost 30 years old, this figure is perfect.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and red lips, placed on fair and flawless skin, naturally show unparalleled charm without more accessories.

Silla, who was obviously dressed up, was walking out of the house with a plate of apple pie in her hand.

"You came at the right time. I was just about to look for you. In this case, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Li Ang subconsciously wanted to refuse, but looking at the apple pie on her chest, he swallowed his saliva and replied:

"I'm happy to do so."

The room was very tidy, and the TV in the middle of the living room was playing a variety show, and the sound was not small.

Li Ang guessed that maybe people who live alone are the same. They can choose not to watch TV, but they must turn it on to make some noise so that the house doesn't seem so deserted.

The freshly baked apple pie is sweet, rich, crispy and delicious.

For people who don't like desserts, it may be a little too sweet, but for Li Ang who has just consumed a lot of physical energy, it is perfect.

After praising Xila's cooking skills, the two fell into a short awkward time.

"Do you usually watch this kind of program?"

Li Ang turned his eyes to the TV, looking for a topic.

What was being broadcast on TV was a competitive variety show called "Slap Power".

In layman's terms, it is two people slapping each other on the stage, and whoever can't bear it first will lose.

There are quite a few contestants who were slapped to faint and leave the stage. The KO rate is much higher than that of boxing matches. It can be said to be quite violent and exciting.

The cost of participating is so high, and the prize money is naturally quite generous. Who can not be moved by the one million US dollars reward next to the championship?

Li Ang remembers that he had seen such a game on short videos before, but it was the first time he saw it on TV.

In fact, there are quite a few such weird TV programs in the United States, but most of them are paid to watch, and they are as attractive as possible.

When Li Ang mentioned this, Xila was a little excited.

"You know, Li, watching such a game will make people feel excited. I am over 30 years old, so I naturally have to find some passion in my life."

"Plus, I used to be a sports health care worker, so I usually keep the habit of watching various sports."

After a conversation, Li Ang also gained a lot of understanding of her.

Before leaving, Xila's eyes moved around Li Ang's body and whispered:

"If you feel unwell after exercise, you can come to me for help at any time."