Start the liver experience with push-ups

The locker room was much livelier than usual.

Many colleagues were gathered around Fang Cheng, chatting and laughing boisterously.

Chen Xiaohai was gesturing wildly with both hands, vividly describing the previous test and the shocked expressions of the coaches and trainees.

It was as if he was the one being assessed on the field, he was the one enjoying the cheers and applause.

Fang Cheng sat quietly in the crowd, drying his wet hair with a towel.

The news had spread like wildfire.

The fact that he wanted to be a sparring partner and had performed exceptionally well and passed the assessment.

It could be said that almost the entire club staff already knew.

When he returned to the locker room after showering, the two young ladies from the marketing department even waved their fists at him and said, "Go for it!"

At this moment, the locker room was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Colleagues from other departments kept running over, looking at him as if he were a rare animal.

After all, it was unprecedented for an ordinary club employee to become a sparring partner and break the record in the test.

This left Fang Cheng speechless.

To be honest, he didn't like being overly scrutinized.

After 1 p.m., the lunch break ended.

The crowd gradually returned to their posts, leaving a moment of peace.

Because the Sanda department didn't have classes scheduled until 3 p.m.

And the Karate department had a large group class immediately after.

So Fang Cheng followed Chen Xiaohai to Training Hall 2 to familiarize himself with the environment in advance.

Perhaps his previous amazing performance had left a deep impression on the trainees.

When they saw Fang Cheng coming, they all whispered to each other or watched him intently.

Especially some professional fighters who were practicing their punches looked at Fang Cheng with particularly eager eyes.

As if to say, this kid is good, it won't be wrong to choose him as a sparring partner in the future.

"If that's really what they think, then that's a good thing..."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, secretly adjusting his mindset to adapt to his new identity.

Chen Xiaohai walked ahead, talking eloquently.

He saw a person walking towards them.

He was stocky and short, with a conspicuous bald head, a face full of橫肉(heng rou, excessive flesh), and his eyes were staring straight ahead, looking quite fierce.

Behind him were two men in suits and ties, looking like assistants.

They were helping to carry two heavy black outdoor training bags.

Inside were obviously various special protective gear and fitness equipment.

"That's the Karate master from 东瀛 (Dong Ying, Japan), Masao Goro..."

Chen Xiaohai lowered his voice again.

Seeing the man approaching, he quickly stepped aside, as if avoiding a plague.

The 东瀛 (Dong Ying, Japanese) athlete didn't even look at them, his expression was cold and his demeanor was full of airs.

He walked straight to the ring in the middle, changed into a black belt Karate uniform in public, and then began to train.

Chen Xiaohai had his own work to do.

Fang Cheng simply stayed here, watching the other party's training with interest.

He first practiced a set of expansive "Kata" as a warm-up exercise.

Equivalent to 套路 (tao lu, routines) practice in traditional martial arts, including various fixed attack and defense techniques.

Each punch and kick, exhaling and making sounds, showed a strong force between raising his hands and feet.

After practicing Kata, he then did physical training.

The main content was doing拳卧撑 (quan wo cheng, fist push-ups), 50 in a group.

He completed 4 groups in total, showing that his physical strength was still very abundant.

Fang Cheng had not yet started practicing 拳指俯卧撑 (quan zhi fu wo cheng, fist-finger push-ups), an advanced movement.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but compare himself with the other party.

After continuously kicking sandbags and掌碎木板 (zhang sui mu ban, palm breaking boards), Masao Goro began to spar with a sparring partner.

Fang Cheng stood aside, watching intently.

This sparring partner was a new face.

He seemed to be a professional Karate fighter who had just been recruited by the club.

Unlike Fang Cheng, who mainly served as a "human punching bag", he could provide advanced services for employers to conduct offensive and defensive drills.

The technique was generally very good, but the physical strength was insufficient.

Each confrontation was always at a disadvantage, constantly being kicked away by Masao Goro or subjected to throwing techniques.

Fortunately, he was wearing a full set of protective gear, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to last even a few minutes.

Looking at Masao Goro, his movements were fierce, his expression was ferocious, he was simply a fighting maniac.

Gradually, the sparring partner was obviously a little physically exhausted, and raised his hand to signal that he needed to pause and rest.

Pa!

Masao Goro ignored it and still stepped forward, suddenly grabbing the other party's belt.

He actually lifted him high with both arms, wanting to use a move of "grabbing the waist and attacking the back".

"Stop!"

Seeing such a dangerous move, Shen Haoming, who was paying attention and guarding against it, quickly shouted to stop him.

He quickly took a step,窜 (cuan, darted) onto the ring, and took the opportunity to贴撞搂抱 (tie zhuang lou bao, bumping and hugging closely) to interrupt the other party's movement.

Masao Goro suffered a撞击 (zhuang ji, jolt), and his body swayed.

Although he lost the person he lifted, he反手 (fan shou, with a backhand) grabbed Shen Haoming's head and neck.

With a force of his arm, the muscles on his face twisted, and his eyes were bloodshot.

As if he had some deep hatred with Shen Haoming, he wanted to use this move "断头台 (duan tou tai, guillotine)" to strangle him to death.

Shen Haoming couldn't breathe, he tried to break Masao Goro's wrist, and kept punching him in the abdomen, but it didn't seem to work at all.

"Does this guy have a mental problem?"

Fang Cheng stood watching from the ring, frowning slightly, somewhat surprised.

He heard Chen Xiaohai say that Masao Goro had participated in KFC, and seemed to have been banned indefinitely because of a failed drug test.

"I also think he's abnormal, this guy would definitely be a domestic abuser if he had a wife!"

Just thinking about someone, that person's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

It turned out that the group class over there had ended, and he had time to come closer to watch the show.

"How is it, are you afraid? You can still regret it now."

Chen Xiaohai looked at Fang Cheng with a slightly mischievous look.

Fang Cheng didn't answer, but asked in return:

"Who is stronger, Coach Shen or Masao Goro?"

Chen Xiaohai pointed his mouth: "You can see for yourself."

The chaotic brawl on the ring lasted for more than ten seconds.

Finally, with the best efforts of two assistants and another coach, Masao Goro was forced to let go.

He stood there in a daze, panting heavily.

As for Coach Shen, he lay on the ring like a咸鱼 (xian yu, salted fish), rolling his eyes, almost fainting.

Fang Cheng shook his head, and then asked Chen Xiaohai:

"How long has Masao Goro been like this?"

"He was like this when he first came, but recently it seems that the number of times he goes crazy is becoming more and more frequent."

"Hey!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, interrupting the whispers between the two.

Fang Cheng looked up, the sound came from the ring.

He saw Masao Goro pointing his finger angrily, looking towards this side, his mouth叽里呱啦 (ji li gua la, jabbering) shouting.

Like a wild beast that still had brute force and nowhere to vent.

Fang Cheng didn't understand 东瀛 (Dong Ying, Japanese) language.

Chen Xiaohai knew a few words because of his work, so he roughly explained.

Someone told Masao Goro that Fang Cheng was a new sparring partner, so Masao Goro asked Fang Cheng to go up and spar with him quickly.

Fang Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

He really wanted to spar with this 东瀛 (Dong Ying, Japanese) athlete to improve his skill experience.

However, after all, he has not yet signed a formal contract.

If something happens during this period, no one can tell who is responsible, so it is best not to act rashly.

"Brother Hai, please translate for me."

Fang Cheng considered for a moment, and then asked Chen Xiaohai to convey the message:

"Just say, let him not worry, soon his wish will be fulfilled."

After saying this, Fang Cheng lost interest in continuing to watch.

He turned and left Training Hall 2, ignoring the yelling behind him.

Chen Xiaohai was stunned, not knowing what he meant, but he still translated it back truthfully.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

The sunlight passed through the gaps of the skyscrapers and projected onto the floor of the venue, forming white areas.

Fang Cheng passed by here, raised his head and looked at the city scene outside the window.

The light blue screen appeared in the air, making his eyes particularly bright.