Start the liver experience with push-ups

In the winter city, the sky wasn't blue, even a bit gloomy.

The No. 13 bus was an old model from the eighties, without an air conditioning system.

However, it was specially equipped with an in-vehicle TV, constantly broadcasting various entertainment and news programs.

"…An unearthed broken Buddha statue was found at the Xishan Ruins. According to expert estimates, the entire body buried underground is over thirty meters long, possibly destroyed during the ‘Buddhist extermination’ movement of the Yu Dynasty two thousand years ago…"

"…The media photographed Xu Meiyan, a member of the well-known girl group, returning to a hotel late at night with a mysterious man, looking exhausted the next day. Xu Meiyan denied this, claiming that the two were just…"

Glancing at the TV screen, Fang Cheng opened the car window, letting the wind blow his bangs.

Bare sycamore branches, and staggered billboards and tall buildings, constantly flashed backward.

"Infertility, painless abortion, Bird of Paradise Gynecology Hospital reminds you…"

"Next stop, Maocheng Road intersection, West of Wantong Shopping Center."

Along with the voice prompt, Fang Cheng got up from the back seat and walked to the waiting area in advance.

When the bus stopped with a "chug" and opened the door, he quickly jumped down, carrying his shoulder bag.

Today was Sunday, without a large number of white-collar workers pouring in, the city center seemed somewhat empty.

He walked left along the sidewalk.

A hundred meters away, he could see a shopping plaza playing screen-wall advertisements.

Next to Gate 3 of the plaza, there was an eye-catching sign that said, "Global Elite Fighting Club."

Fang Cheng entered from Gate 3 with practiced ease and took the elevator to the second floor.

The club's venue was right across from the elevator lobby, inside a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

At this moment, many colleagues were rushing over, picking up their bags and swiping them on the attendance machine.

Beep sounds were endless.

Fang Cheng swiped his card after everyone else, glanced at the time, and it was exactly 9:29.

Not early, not late.

Walking into the locker room, the sound of laughter instantly filled his ears.

Colleagues were eating buns and breakfast bought on the way, chatting casually.

Some were discussing the bloody plot of the eight o'clock drama last night, and others were talking about ball games and calculating odds.

Fang Cheng had no common topics with them. After changing into his work clothes, he came to Training Hall No. 1 alone.

The sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light blue plastic floor was bright and dazzling.

Dozens of upright punching posts, hanging sandbags, and a boxing ring surrounding the central position were scattered around.

The sound of gloves colliding with sandbags, combined with the shouts of different pitches, rose and fell.

The first class started at 10 o'clock.

Students had already arrived one after another and began to practice spontaneously.

Fang Cheng smelled the residual disinfectant smell from last night's cleaning and walked towards Coach Hu, who was beckoning to him.

Another busy day of work was about to begin.

The teaching strength of this fighting club was unknown, but the hardware conditions were very good.

The venue was spacious enough, and the training facilities were very complete.

The courses offered included boxing, Sanda, Jujutsu, Muay Thai, Kendo, Karate, Taekwondo, etc.

However, there was also one advantage.

There was no need to open night classes to take care of students. Instead, these staff members could go home on time after work.

Fang Cheng was now mainly responsible for the venue maintenance work in the boxing section.

He first moved soft mats and dumbbells from the equipment room according to the coach's lesson preparation requirements.

Then he stayed aside and watched the students in class silently so that he could provide services at any time.

For example, giving students drinks, towels, and wound medicine, or running errands for the coach.

Today's first boxing class was a basic training course for new students.

"In your impression, boxing should be two strong men standing on the stage, punching each other with sandbag-sized fists, blood splattering, and recklessly…"

The coach's words with a bit of a foreign accent made the students laugh.

"On the contrary."

"Boxing can be said to be a fighting technique that pays the most attention to defensive strategies. In normal training, the requirements for mobile flexibility will be very high."

"As the saying goes, teach fists but don't teach steps, teach steps and beat the master."

"In the first two classes, I taught you the stance and basic boxing techniques. Next, we will do footwork exercises based on these foundations…"

Coach Hu, who looked rough, had a very delicate teaching style.

From shallow to deep, while demonstrating the movements, he explained the various basic footwork and how to convert the center of gravity in rapid movement very thoroughly.

It was very in line with the cognitive needs of novice birds.

Fang Cheng had already heard these contents well.

And through repeated private practice, he firmly engraved them in his muscle memory.

Just like mastering the skill of converting the center of gravity.

In addition to making his punches more powerful, it also allowed his body to maintain balance as much as possible while dodging, making effective counterattacks.

But skill is skill.

If you want to use it perfectly in actual combat, what you need most is your own strong core strength.

"One two!"

"One two…"

Coach Hu led more than a dozen students in practicing forward and backward jumping punches.

The slogans sounded rhythmically, and the atmosphere on the field was particularly lively.

"Pay attention to the toes buckled, the body should be relaxed, to be lubricated, feel like a spring…"

"Hey, you, it's you, don't turn your head to look at others, why are you twisting your butt so exaggeratedly, it's not street dance…"

After only a few sets of simple warm-up exercises, the uneven physical fitness of the students became prominent.

Some were still laughing and joking, and some began to breathe rapidly.

Among them, several fatter female students had an obvious two-beat slower action frequency than others.

Spending more than 2,000 yuan a month to learn boxing may be more to provide these white-collar elites with a way to lose weight, reduce fat, and release pressure.

Fang Cheng was wearing a vest, with his hands behind his back, standing on the sidelines as a staff member.

But his eyes wandered from time to time, casting to the fighting courses being conducted in other venues in the distance.

It has been nearly a month since he joined the company.

Fang Cheng self-evaluated that he had almost mastered the various basic boxing skills.

The rest was to keep practicing and gain experience to upgrade.

Continuing to stay in the boxing department, I am afraid that there will not be much gain.

Thinking of this, a thought sprouted in Fang Cheng's mind.

"Perhaps, I should apply to the supervisor to transfer to the operations post…"

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was 12 o'clock, and the first morning class ended.

Fang Cheng picked up a broom and mop and quickly cleaned the venue.

After cleaning up, he walked to the front desk to collect the boxed lunch ordered by the club for the employees.

During the short lunch break.

After eating, he only sat for a moment, and then practiced push-ups in the noisy locker room.

Unexpectedly, this maverick behavior attracted ridicule and teasing from colleagues.

Fang Cheng turned a deaf ear and carefully felt the soreness coming from his arms.

He had his own set goals and pursued goals.

The evaluation of outsiders, like a breeze blowing on his face, simply could not affect a heart that wanted to become stronger.

Suddenly, a light flashed before his eyes.

Fang Cheng propped his hands on the floor and paused.

A trace of a smile that others could not fathom appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the light blue panel, a prompt message appeared prominently.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your physique has been improved]