Start the liver experience with push-ups

Shua shua shua—

The showerhead sprayed water, the rushing water sounding like a waterfall pouring down.

A hand suddenly turned off the buzzing faucet.

Then, it picked up a white towel to wipe the body and rub the hair.

“Whew—”

Fang Cheng let out a long, comfortable breath, his ears finally getting a moment of peace.

Looking down, he caught sight of a clump of dark, furry stuff on the drain.

It clung to the grate, almost completely blocking the water flowing onto the tiles.

“A lot of hair has fallen out again…”

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, not too surprised.

Because that was one of the prices to pay for using Potential Unleash.

As his basic physical attributes gradually improved, the strength of all aspects of his body and the upper limit of his stamina were also constantly increasing.

When he first started exercising, he was just a weakling who had to exert all his strength to do 30 push-ups.

Now, he had completely broken away from the category of ordinary people and entered the ranks of “monsters”.

It was conceivable how much life energy was consumed when using Potential Unleash to restore stamina.

Fang Cheng had already decided to use this skill as little as possible.

Now, he was even more cautious, increasing his vigilance.

Unless facing a truly irresistible strong enemy, the trump card should always be kept as a trump card and never used lightly!

After drying his body, Fang Cheng quickly and efficiently changed his clothes, pondering his next leveling plan in his mind.

For the next period of time, he should prioritize the three skills of Pile Stance, Breathing Technique, and Tai Chi.

Strive to unlock the Breathing Technique as soon as possible, and increase the skill levels of Pile Stance and Tai Chi.

Because this not only involves the improvement of combat ability, but also relates to his own health problems.

Also, meditation practice is also needed…

While pondering, a loud voice came from outside, instantly interrupting his thoughts.

“Oh my, Sister-in-law Li, you haven’t seen what those biting madmen look like, their eyes rolling back, mumbling nonsense, and spitting out black blood, it’s so scary!”

“I think they’re possessed by evil spirits, let’s buy more paper money to burn later and drive away the evil.”

“It’s impossible for so many people to be possessed by evil spirits, didn’t the news say that there’s some kind of rabies or mad cow disease going around recently?”

“Hehe, what you hear on the news is not as reliable as my inside information…”

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless.

In fact, those voices came from the entrance of the bathhouse twenty meters away.

But even through the shower room and the two tightly closed curtains of the lobby, it could still be heard here, as clearly as if whispering in his ear.

Listening to them arguing about the appearance of madmen nearby, like a group of ducks quacking and making a fuss.

Coupled with the surrounding environment of dripping water, fan noise, car horns, shop hawking…

The refreshing feeling was self-evident.

Fang Cheng suddenly understood how mental illness was produced.

Perhaps, it was driven crazy like this?

Immediately, he shook his head and stuffed the two pre-prepared sponge earplugs into his ear canals, trying to block out these noises as much as possible.

Wen Huiyi was holding Wen Xin’s hand, coming out of the tube-shaped building and walking towards the front of the street.

Wen Xin was wearing a brand-new red down jacket, her face was also flushed, and she followed her mother step by step.

Seeming afraid that her daughter would encounter an accident again, Wen Huiyi would bring Wen Xin with her every time she went to work, letting her stay by her side to ensure her safety.

Wen Xin also helped her mother with chores in Lin’s Osteopathic Clinic, sharing the hard work.

Fang Cheng smiled, watching the backs of the mother and daughter leaving.

After returning home.

He quickly finished his meal, watched some TV, and seemed to have nothing to do for the time being.

The postgraduate entrance examination had already ended, the results had not yet come out, and the re-examination would not be until March at the earliest.

As for learning foreign languages and unlocking new language skills…

After meeting and saying goodbye to Lin Chuqiao at the bookstore the day before yesterday afternoon.

Fang Cheng stayed in the store and continued browsing, and specially found two niche foreign language books from the shelves.

During the process of trying to learn, he could basically read and understand the meaning of a few lines of words.

However, the panel never showed a prompt message that the skill was successfully unlocked.

Obviously.

Once a certain talent is awakened, then the same type of skill cannot be put on the panel again and upgraded by grinding experience.

In other words, talent is actually the meaning and final result of practicing skills.

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Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his head.

He glanced at the time shown on the wall clock, it was almost 9 o'clock.

Today, he did not intend to go to the club to work, but planned to go to Tianxin Village.

In addition to receiving Ma Donghe’s invitation to be a guest, which was hard to refuse.

He also took the opportunity to ask Ma Jianguo, a traditional martial arts master, about some exercises.

“Beep—beep—”

A car horn suddenly sounded outside the window.

Fang Cheng walked to the balcony and looked out onto the street.

He saw a domestically produced car with old gray paint parked downstairs.

Ma Donghe was standing by the car door, looking up at his house and waving.

Fang Cheng then picked up his satchel, quickly walked out of the house, and locked the door.

Then he quickly came downstairs.

“Acheng, why are you dressed like this? I almost didn’t recognize you just now.”

Ma Donghe came to pick up Fang Cheng, and couldn’t help but click his tongue when he saw him wearing gold-rimmed glasses:

“You look more refined than my Chinese teacher in middle school, you can simply charm a bunch of young girls!”

Fang Cheng smiled:

“Isn’t that good? Even you can’t recognize me, wouldn’t the people from the Red Tiger Gang be even more blind?”

Ma Donghe also smiled and cursed:

“If those bastards dare to cause trouble again, I’ll just run over and blow up their headquarters.”

There were too many people outside, and it was not suitable to talk about this in detail.

The two quickly got into the car.

Huang Mao sat in the driver's seat as the driver, and then started the car.

Ma Donghe and Fang Cheng sat together in the back seat.

After the car drove out of Old Factory Street.

He bent down and opened the zipper of a black canvas bag placed on the floor mat.

Then, he successively took out several stacks of tied banknotes and threw them on the seat between the two.

Each stack of money had about one hundred bills, each of which was a hundred-yuan note, which looked very thick.

Ma Donghe lowered his head and touched it for a while, seemingly finding it troublesome, then simply picked up the canvas bag and dumped all the money inside.

Hua la la—

Instantly, like rain, stacks of bright red banknotes fell one after another, bouncing and rolling on the seats and floor mats.

The visual impact became even more exaggerated.

Fang Cheng couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Although he knew where the money came from, he was still surprised:

“Is there so much?”

Ma Donghe smiled mysteriously:

“Hehe, this money looks like a lot, but it’s only less than a third…”