Start the liver experience with push-ups

The curtains fluttered gently, letting in a sliver of sunlight.

The calendar on the wall rustled as the wind flipped through a couple of pages.

Faintly, there was also the sound of a faucet being turned on.

Suddenly.

A sharp "ding-a-ling" of an alarm clock shattered the stillness.

The sliding door of the bathroom whooshed open.

Fang Cheng, bare-chested, rubbing a towel in his hands, and wearing slippers, walked out and quickly turned off the alarm.

He glanced at the time.

7:30.

He squinted at the morning light outside the window and breathed a sigh of relief.

How wonderful it would be to take a refreshing shower after exercising?

Unfortunately, the rented room was too small and didn't have a shower, so he could only give his body a simple wipe down.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but open the panel again to admire the results of his morning workout.

【Push-up Experience +18】

【Boxing Experience +3】

【Focus Experience +2】

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【Skill Panel】

【Speed Reading lv1 (28/250)】

【Focus lv1 (65/250)】

【Cooking lv0 (34/100)】

【Cleaning lv0 (75/100)】

【Boxing lv0 (64/100)】

【Push-ups lv0 (51/100)】

【Potential Activation (23:09:12)】

Two days had passed in the blink of an eye, and all the skills had shown significant growth.

Especially "Push-ups", which consumed most of his energy, the experience bar was already more than halfway full.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could successfully upgrade to lv1.

After wiping the sweaty chest and back.

Fang Cheng wet the towel, washed it again, and wrung it dry before hanging it on the rack.

Then he looked in the mirror and touched his face.

But if you look closely, you can find a very small percentage progress bar on the right side of the attribute column.

Focusing your attention and clicking on it will bring up a new interface.

A screen full of prompt messages is listed here.

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【You practiced boxing for 3 minutes, Constitution increased by 0.001】

【You practiced boxing for 4 minutes, Strength increased by 0.001】

【You practiced boxing for 5 minutes, Agility increased by 0.001】

【You mopped the floor for 10 minutes, Constitution increased by 0.001】

【You carried heavy objects for 5 minutes, Strength increased by 0.001】

【You walked 1000 steps, Constitution increased by 0.001】

【You walked 1200 steps, Agility increased by 0.001】

【You slept for 7 hours, Spirit increased by 0.001】

【You slept for 8 hours, Constitution increased by 0.001】

【You did 5 push-ups, Strength increased by 0.001】

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Flipping down, you can still see the bottom.

Flipping up, you can't find the initial message at all.

Like skills, body attributes can also be upgraded by grinding experience.

With each exercise or movement, it is increasing at a slow rate.

However, in order to avoid spamming the screen and interfering with the host's attention, it is not displayed.

"Every piece of information here, every increase in value, is proof of my hard work…"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with hope, like a farmer inspecting the growth of his crops.

Although it is a bit slow, accumulating sand into a tower and soil into a mountain, quantitative change will eventually lead to qualitative change.

Especially seeing that the Constitution attribute column has reached 99% progress.

His heart was even more fiery, and he clenched his fists.

"Hiss—"

Seemingly, the movement was too large, pulling on a strained muscle, Fang Cheng couldn't help but gasp.

Practicing hard certainly has its benefits, but the recovery afterward is a headache.

In the past two days, Fang Cheng's arms, shoulders, and chest have been aching faintly, feeling sore and weak.

If it weren't for the focus skill to assist, it would be difficult to persevere.

Because of this, the exercise efficiency has been reduced a lot.

Fortunately, the panel only calculates the number of times and does not count the average time spent.

Fang Cheng can choose to slow down and increase the rest time to achieve the same goal.

According to the plan, the 100 push-ups prescribed every day can be divided into 10 sets.

After getting up in the morning, try to complete the training task within an hour and a half.

If you are physically exhausted, do not force it, and make up for it during breaks at work.

After get off work every night, depending on the situation, if you come back earlier, choose to do one or two more sets as extra training.

The training volume of 100 push-ups seems large.

In fact, it is not too much if you do it separately.

The main reason for the current situation is that his basic physical fitness is too poor.

Fang Cheng grinned and shook his head, simply tidying up the bathroom.

He threw the sweaty underwear, briefs, and smelly socks into the creaky old washing machine.

During his student days, because he buried himself in studying all day and rarely participated in extracurricular activities, his sports grades were always ranked at the bottom of the class.

Only after coming out to work, often doing some physical work, has his physical fitness improved slightly.

When people live in a comfort zone for a long time, they get used to it.

After getting used to it, they will muddle along, thinking that the world is just like this.

Laziness, desire, lactic acid, dopamine…

There are far more difficulties to overcome in the process of becoming stronger than imagined.

"Bear with it, when the 'Potential Activation' CD recovers, this situation should be alleviated."

"And tomorrow morning's training, I can unlock new skills…"

Thinking of this, although his body was still sore, Fang Cheng rekindled his fighting spirit.

He immediately put on his clothes and walked towards the bedroom.

Next, it was time for morning reading and self-study.

Since unlocking the "Push-up" skill, Fang Cheng seemed to have completed a transformation.

For this reason, he completely changed his night owl habits of going to bed late and waking up late, and became more self-disciplined than ever before.

5 am to 7:30 am, training, resting, washing.

7:30 am to 8:30 am, postgraduate entrance examination self-study.

Then make your own breakfast, eat, and catch the 9:05 am bus to work on time.

The best time of the day is morning.

Fitness does not necessarily mean how much you have to train, or what you have to train into.

The most important thing is to persevere every day and defeat the lazy, anxious, and negatively charged self.

...

Da da da.

Crack two eggs into a bowl, heat the oil in the pan.

The blade danced quickly on the cutting board, dicing scallions, cucumbers, carrots, and chicken breast into small pieces.

Then, add the side dishes and seasonings in order, and pour in all the leftover rice from the rice cooker.

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Stir-fry evenly, striving for every grain of rice to be coated with sauce.

Turn off the heat, remove from the pan, and plate it.

[Cooking Experience +1]

Smelling the aroma of the rice grains in the bowl, Fang Cheng revealed a satisfied expression.

Just like yesterday, simply make a plate of fried rice with eggs.

"Even if I don't take the postgraduate entrance exam, I'm qualified to set up a breakfast stall. Anyway, I definitely won't starve in this lifetime..."

The physical exertion made Fang Cheng's appetite surprisingly good, and he ate three bowls in a row.

He licked the bottom of the pot clean before reluctantly stopping.

You should know that his breakfast portion used to be just two buns and a bag of soy milk.

Quickly finishing the meal, he washed the pots, bowls, and pans.

8:49.

Fang Cheng put on a black fleece-lined jacket, slipped on his Warrior sneakers, picked up his messenger bag, and went to work.

Walking into the corridor, he saw that Auntie He's house diagonally opposite had also just opened its door.

A burst of childish crying and nagging instructions came out.

"Xiu Mei, these two servings have chili in them, those don't have any chili. The rice is at the bottom, remember not to spill the soup!"

"Okay."

Auntie He, wearing a plaid cotton pajamas, stood at the door, carefully instructing her daughter.

Raising her head and seeing Fang Cheng passing by, she immediately revealed a smile.

"Acheng, are you working overtime on Sunday too?"

"Yes, where are you guys going?"

"Your Uncle Zhou and his colleagues are working on a murder case, they haven't slept all night. I asked Xiu Mei to bring them some hot soup to warm their stomachs."

While speaking, there was suddenly a "clang" sound in the house, as if a bowl had been broken, followed by the old man's hurried coughing.

"Oh dear, my little ancestor, you're really going to be the death of me... Mom, I told you to drink slowly, drink slowly, but you just wouldn't listen..."

The door closed.

In the corridor, Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiu Mei walked one after the other.

Neither of them had any intention of talking.

Fang Cheng walked faster and had already gone down the stairs.

Zhou Xiu Mei still hadn't come out of the dimly lit corridor.

She was wearing a white down jacket and cotton pants, with a blue cloth hairband on her head, and a woolen scarf wrapped around her neck.

The bulky clothes didn't make her as plump and strong as her mother, but instead made her seem much more sluggish.

Her slender fingers were carrying two large plastic bags, and her slightly furrowed brows were full of caution.

The bags were estimated to contain a dozen boxes of packed meals.

It could be seen that the weight was indeed very heavy, and she was struggling a bit.

Fang Cheng looked back.

Seeing this scene, he walked back up again and took the packed bags.

"I'll help you take them to the station."

When their fingers touched, Zhou Xiu Mei's shoulders shrank slightly, wanting to refuse.

"No need..."

Raising her head, she happened to meet Fang Cheng's bright eyes, and immediately lowered her head to shift her gaze like a startled deer.

"Thank you."

The response, as thin as a mosquito's hum, was unknown if Fang Cheng had heard it.

Her cheeks were like being dyed with a layer of rosy clouds, and her earlobes, covered by her long hair, were even a little hot.

Fang Cheng didn't care too much, but just felt a little sorry for this weak and sickly girl next door.

Speaking of which, the two had known each other since the first day they moved here, playing together.

From elementary school to junior high school, they were also accustomed to going to school and returning home together.

It seemed that since the first year of high school, the two had gradually become estranged.

After that, Fang Cheng was admitted to Dongdu University, and Zhou Xiu Mei dropped out of school due to illness, so they rarely spoke alone.

The sunlight passed through the old buildings towering like cliffs on both sides, illuminating the street in a flickering light.

Walking out of the tube-shaped building, Fang Cheng retracted his reverie and glanced at the girl who was half a body behind him.

Her feet, wearing white sneakers, stepped over the puddles of sewage, silently following.

Her long hair fell smoothly on her shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance of shampoo.

The cold wind blew, lifting a few strands of hair, gently caressing her smooth forehead and jade-carved delicate nose.

It also concealed the black gem-like sparkling eyes, and the blush on her cheeks that had not completely dissipated.

Although he still had to catch the bus, Fang Cheng didn't seem anxious, walking slowly with her.

The street was very narrow, and many breakfast stalls were set up on both sides.

Steamed buns, egg pancakes, glutinous rice cakes, lard shrimp wontons, all kinds of food aromas wafted into the nose.

Some late-rising neighbors simply came out in slippers and cotton robes, sitting at the stalls and enjoying themselves.

Together with Zhou Xiu Mei, walking in this old street that hadn't changed for more than ten years.

It seemed that he could see his childhood self, picking up bottles with a little girl with pigtails, selling them for money to buy sugar cakes to eat.

Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled.

Many people miss their childhood, more in reminiscing about that carefree state of mind.

But he was different, and he couldn't indulge in the past and escape reality.

Because he must take on more responsibilities on his own initiative.

Walking out of Old Factory Street, the station was not far from the street entrance.

A Route 13 bus with advertisements for medical cosmetic breast augmentation happened to arrive.

Going to the club and the Jiangbei Sub-district Police Station were not on the same route.

Fang Cheng handed the packed bags back to Zhou Xiu Mei and instructed:

"Remember to walk slowly on the road, pay attention to traffic safety, I'll go to work first."

Zhou Xiu Mei's eyes were stunned.

It seemed that the relationship between the two had not been so harmonious for a long time.

She immediately lowered her head shyly and responded softly:

"Yeah, you too..."

Fang Cheng smiled and turned to run to the arriving bus.

Zhou Xiu Mei raised her head, her mouth slightly open, wanting to say more.

In the end, she just stared at the back as he boarded the bus, without saying it out loud.

In the sunlight, her eyes were soft and bright, and also filled with a haze.

She always felt that Fang Cheng seemed to have become a little different...