Start the liver experience with push-ups

Gloomy clouds pressed down on the city.

Like a heavy stage curtain slowly descending.

Fang Cheng stood upside down, his feet treading on the sky.

His arms were bent at the elbows, the muscles of his shoulders and back bulging like hills.

It was as if he was using his own body to support this land where life flourished.

"…"

"95."

"96."

"97."

Fang Cheng did handstand push-ups in a specific rhythm, methodically.

When he counted to 100, he suddenly released his left hand, supporting himself only with his right.

After a slight wobble, his body quickly became completely still.

And so, in a one-handed handstand position, with his legs spread apart, he remained motionless for a long time.

The morning sun rose, obscured by dark clouds.

Only a slightly yellowed horizon was dyed.

The dim light shone on his firm and lean muscles, every inch exuding strength and beauty.

Like a perfect work of art, sculpted by a top master.

And the entire sky, the entire city, became his backdrop at this moment.

After a long while.

With a "thud."

Fang Cheng bent down, lowered his feet, stood up straight again, and steadied his legs.

A prompt message appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the expert level]

[Handstand Push-up lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 6 free attribute points]

Fang Cheng pondered briefly.

He decided to add 2 free attribute points to physique first, to experience the specific effect after an attribute breaks through 30 points.

The panel values changed.

The 28 points of physique instantly increased to 30 points.

Fang Cheng concentrated his mind and breath, silently feeling the changes that occurred in his body.

His blood seemed to boil, and an energy was born from within, instantly spreading to his limbs and organs.

Then.

Fang Cheng squeezed his fist, his brow slightly furrowed.

Although he could feel his physical strength becoming more abundant, there was no significant change like the earth-shattering transformation he experienced when he broke through 20 points.

"It seems… 20 attribute points is a major threshold for human limit breaking."

[Agility: 21]

[Physique: 30]

[Spirit: 21]

After adding the points, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he inspected the specific gains of this morning exercise.

[Focus Experience +5]

[Muay Thai Experience +7]

[Jujutsu Experience +11]

[Push-up Experience +10]

[Squat Experience +12]

[Leg Raise Experience +15]

[Pull-up Experience +10]

[Back Bridge Experience +10]

[Handstand Push-up Experience +9]

[Stance Practice Experience +5]

Looking at the several fitness skills with slower growth rates, Fang Cheng's confidence became even more abundant.

With physique reaching 30 points, at least his recovery ability had improved a lot.

In the future, he could appropriately increase the amount and intensity of training, to raise the training efficiency again.

Afterward, his gaze fell on the "Stance Practice" that he had unlocked a few days ago.

This skill was indeed, as Ma Jianguo said, a slow and steady grind.

Although he could be considered to have entered the door relatively easily.

The experience gained from more than an hour of stance practice every day was disproportionate, far lower than other fitness skills.

However, Fang Cheng had no intention of being discouraged.

He had the panel, the training effect could continue to accumulate, and it would never degenerate.

Even if he gained 5 experience points every day, he would be able to break through to the expert level in about a month.

This was his greatest advantage, possessing a speed of improvement that others could hardly imagine.

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Home, kitchen.

The gas stove spat out a faint blue flame.

The pressure cooker lid sizzled and bubbled, simmering soup.

Chop chop chop, the cleaver quickly chopped a piece of beef shank, then sent it into the pot to stir-fry.

Before long, a plate of steaming stir-fried beef with green peppers was out of the pot.

Fang Cheng picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and nodded in satisfaction.

The pressure cooker on the other side had also released its pressure and stood still for a few minutes.

So he opened the lid and glanced at the cordyceps flower and sparerib soup that had been cooked inside.

Then he scooped a bowl and took a big gulp with relish.

[Cooking Experience +2]

[Gourmet Experience +1]

Two prompt messages floated across his eyes.

Fang Cheng still had some lingering taste, and licked his lips.

Then he immediately picked up the soup and stir-fried beef, put them on the table, ready to fill his hungry stomach.

According to the cookbook that Ma Jianguo gave him, Fang Cheng now changed the variety every day, brewing health soup and making nutritious meals.

He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, or if he just felt good about himself.

When Fang Cheng combed his hair in the morning, his hair loss had eased a bit.

The health regimen taught by Ma Jianguo seemed to really be working.

"It's a pity, dietary therapy is too expensive…"

Fang Cheng drank a mouthful of cordyceps soup, chewing the minced meat in his mouth.

He wondered how long the 110,000 yuan balance in his bank card could last.

Of course, 100,000 yuan of that needed to be deducted first.

That was the money left for his grandfather's treatment.

Although his mother did not receive the money when she visited the hospital last time, saying that it would be discussed when the specific situation was known.

The estimated cost of his grandfather's surgery was about 130,000 yuan, and there was no clear news from his uncle's side yet.

Fang Cheng certainly couldn't use it.

As for the logistics department's salary, it had already been settled and deposited into his card.

The sparring salary, which accounted for the bulk of his income, would not be paid until the 20th of next month.

"I have to work hard to earn money!"

Fang Cheng sighed slightly, quickly finished his meal, and then focused on his studies.

About half an hour later.

[Japanese Experience +4]

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the expert level]

[Japanese lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 1 point of Spirit attribute]

Looking at the specific reward after the Japanese skill was upgraded, it felt a bit like nothing was better than something.

Fang Cheng was not disappointed, and immediately increased his Spirit attribute to 22 points.

What he valued most was improving his communication skills.

It was clearly not within the realm of reason to expect to gain any superpowers from this ordinary language skill.

He looked up at the alarm clock on the table, it was already past 10:30.

There would be a Muay Thai sparring class later.

He had to go out now and rush to the club.

Downstairs.

Fang Cheng carried his satchel and passed by the entrance of the corridor.

He didn't encounter Wen Xin, but he saw Wen Xin's mother sitting in front of the door.

She wore heavy makeup, wrapped in a cotton coat, smoking a cigarette with a worried look in the cold wind.

When she heard footsteps, she just glanced back at Fang Cheng and then withdrew her gaze.

This woman didn't seem to be able to find a job, and she had been idle for a few days.

Either wandering around on the street, or hiding in the basement room, it was rare to run into her face to face.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

As soon as Fang Cheng entered the door, he received good news from Chen Xiaohai.

According to him, the big boss would personally come to the club on New Year's Day to give out red envelopes to outstanding employees of the year.

And because Fang Cheng's performance was outstanding, coupled with Manager Li's promise, he was also successfully included.

Fang Cheng vaguely heard that this big boss seemed to have a gangster background.

The employees, including those coaches and Manager Li, seemed unusually awed when they talked about him.

Fang Cheng couldn't care less about these things.

What he was most concerned about was how much money was in the red envelope.

"Also, improve skills…"

He put on his protective gear, suddenly turned around, his eyes falling on the employer who had been waiting for a long time.

That Muay Thai fighter suddenly shivered, always feeling something was wrong.

It was as if he was being targeted by a thirsty beast.