Start the liver experience with push-ups

“Creak,” “Creak.”

The winter night street was dimly lit.

A tricycle, covered in the marks of time, with its base paint exposed, slowly moved forward.

The cargo bed swayed slightly, the wheel hubs turning stiffly.

The wind wrapped in coldness whistled past, making the atmosphere even more desolate.

Fang Cheng held the handlebars, stepping on the pedals, trying to ride as smoothly as possible.

So that this secondhand vehicle, unable to bear heavy loads, could reduce the feeling of bumps while driving.

“Xiu Mei, how much money did you make tonight?”

Seeing his good friend, Zhou Xiu Mei, whom he had grown up with, being very quiet along the way, Fang Cheng took on the role of enlivening the atmosphere.

“I’m not sure, I need to calculate it first.”

Hearing this question, Zhou Xiu Mei, sitting behind him, immediately made a rustling sound as she groped around.

Then, there was the rustling sound of paper turning.

As if she had become interested, she took out a notebook and simply sat in the cargo bed to calculate the accounts.

“Brother Cheng, my total income tonight actually exceeded 200 yuan for the first time!”

She couldn't wait to share her joy.

However, before she could be happy for long, she immediately let out a long sigh.

It was like a desolate wind, gently brushing past her ears.

Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced at Zhou Xiu Mei, who was wrapped in a scarf, her willow eyebrows tightly furrowed.

“Why don't you put today's losses on my tab? After all, those guys were all knocked flying by me.”

“How can you do that!”

Zhou Xiu Mei immediately became a little anxious, her weak voice rising a few decibels:

“Don’t overthink it, I’m just sighing at how unlucky I am, I’ve never done anything completely smoothly since I was a child…”

Fang Cheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

“Xiu Mei, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future, or what your dream is?”

“Dream?”

Zhou Xiu Mei was stunned when she heard this, her eyes showing a hint of confusion.

“For example, opening a handicraft store in the future, doing business, being a boss.”

Fang Cheng tried to guide her.

“No way.”

Zhou Xiu Mei immediately shook her head like a rattle drum:

“Opening a store is too risky. I can earn more than 100 yuan a day by setting up a stall, which is enough for me.”

Fang Cheng continued in a serious tone:

“Xiu Mei, the reason you always feel that everything is not going well is just because you lack a dream.”

“Once a person has a dream, they will gain a power called belief.”

“This power can make you take temporary gains and losses lightly, have the courage to challenge difficulties, and also regain the meaning of life.”

“So, I think you can try to find your dream.”

Listening to Fang Cheng's words as if he were an experienced person, Zhou Xiu Mei's eyes were hazy, with some understanding and some doubts.

After saying so much, she gradually opened up, and then asked cautiously:

“Brother Cheng, you have been practicing martial arts all the time, could it be that your dream is to participate in professional competitions?”

This time, it was Fang Cheng's turn to shake his head:

“Some things are too early to say now.”

“But there should be an answer soon. When that time comes, I will secretly tell you alone, just like when we were kids.”

As he said that, he smiled at her mysteriously.

The corners of Zhou Xiu Mei's mouth turned up slightly, then she pursed her lips and restrained her smile.

She raised her eyes and exhaled a small mouthful of hot air.

Looking at the close-at-hand figure in front of her, her heart suddenly beat a few times faster.

As if similar to the past, some secret was quietly blossoming between the two of them.

The sound of words blew past like a brisk wind.

Unknowingly, the dimly lit tenement building had already appeared in the night.

No matter how dark and cold the night is.

A brand new and bright day will always come… … … …

December 3rd.

Thursday, 12:30 PM.

Global Elite Fighting Club.

Coach Hu, holding a thermos cup, slowly entered Training Hall No. 2.

In fact, he rarely comes to this area usually.

Looking around, there were students wearing white uniforms, preparing for class, practicing some fancy things.

What karate, kendo, taekwondo.

However, these projects have good commercial promotion and are most popular among fashionable young people.

Therefore, they are valued by the club's senior management and specially arranged in the newly renovated and better-equipped Hall No. 2.

Boxing, Sanda, Muay Thai, and Jujutsu, which are more practical in combat, can only be squeezed into Hall No. 1.

The boxing department that Coach Hu was in charge of had outperformed karate for a while, which made him brag for a long time.

But now he suddenly lost his confidence.

The change during this period was all because of the appearance and departure of that young man.

Thinking of this, Coach Hu turned his attention to the front.

Only to see a group of people gathered together, appearing unusually lively.

Most of them were students wearing training uniforms, and there were also several coaches and employees from other departments.

In the middle of this group of people stood a young man with a fair face and a refined temperament.

“Master Xu, you came so early!”

Coach Hu stepped forward, shouting loudly towards the crowd.

Xu Mao Cai glanced at him coldly, then turned his head away, obviously not wanting to pay attention.

Coach Hu smiled secretly.

He was deliberately greeting a guy who had a similar experience, in order to retaliate for being poached.

“Everyone is here, let’s begin.”

The head coach of the karate department suddenly stood up and spoke.

Since the main purpose of recruiting sparring partners this time was to make up for the manpower shortage in his department.

Therefore, he should be responsible for the on-site assessment.

As long as he signs and agrees, even if the new sparring partner passes the test, they can then go to the personnel department to collect the employment contract.

As for the coaches from other departments gathering at the scene, they mostly play a supervisory role to prevent cheating.

Of course, this does not mean that choosing a certain department means you can only be a sparring partner in that department.

In principle, sparring partners are a flexible and adjustable technical job.

If other coaches take a fancy to someone, and their department happens to be short of manpower.

Then, after signing a form at the personnel department, they also have the right to hire the other party.

Coach Hu and Xu Mao Cai were not interested in the specific matters of recruiting sparring partners.

The eyes of the two of them were always fixed on the young figure in the center of the crowd, each with their own thoughts.

Fang Cheng, who was being watched, was calm and relaxed.

He first did a few single-leg squats, then stretched his arms, cracking his joints.

Then he nodded in response:

“I can start.”

The first test was continuous push-ups.

It mainly tests a person's physical endurance and cardiopulmonary function, as well as the most important upper limb strength as a sparring partner.

At this moment, on the ground in front of Fang Cheng, there was a counter with a red button.

When his forehead touched the button, the electronic display screen would sound, counting once.

This ensures that the posture is standard and that there will be no errors in counting.

Fang Cheng took a light breath, then supported himself with his hands on the ground, straightened his back, and lay down.

The first standard arm push-up was completed extremely smoothly, steadily and powerfully.

If the action was scored in a competition, it would definitely be a situation where everyone held up a full score card.

Coach Hu and other coaches couldn't help but nod.

Fitness and martial arts are the same, you know whether someone has it as soon as they make a move.

Don't look at this young man's gentle appearance and somewhat thin image.

Just these two moves are enough to know that he usually has the habit of exercising.

Fang Cheng was doing the movements continuously, the frequency was quite rhythmic, not fast or slow, simply and neatly.

The posture was also impeccably standard, obviously prepared.

Coach Hu curled his lips slightly, muttering to himself:

“I didn’t see that this kid was hiding something, a bit interesting…”

And Xu Mao Cai, who was standing next to him, had even more complicated eyes.