Molestation

"Want to add two more plates?" A gentle voice sounded beside Qin Ze's ear.

He turned his head slightly and saw a young man standing beside him, with red lips, white teeth, and a silver earring the size of a thumbnail in his left ear.

Qin Ze nodded. "Sure, help me add two 20kg Barbell plates."

The young man did as told and picked up a 10kg Dumbbell Plate.

"No, 20kg for each plate," Qin Ze corrected him.

"You can handle that?" the young man asked in astonishment.

"A man can't say he can't." The corners of Qin Ze's mouth curved up. Too bad he was wearing sunglasses, otherwise the red-lipped, white-toothed young man would have seen him wink.

Qin Ze did not know whether it was an illusion, but he noticed the guy's face flush. Maybe it was from the intense workout.

The 20kg Dumbbell Plate was a little difficult for him to lift. His face turned red before he managed to slide the bar through the hole.

"If you can't handle it, stop for a moment. I'll help you..."

Before he could finish, Qin Ze had already begun moving up and down, up and down, without stopping.

At that point, the weight on his bench press bar had reached 80kg, roughly the weight of a greasy uncle.

Yet to him, it merely felt like the pebble in his hand had changed from one to two. He was nowhere near his limit, and his chest did not even feel sore.

The system had said that "The Times Are Calling" could strengthen his physique and give him better control over his strength. The effect seemed absurdly good.

He had once read a news story about a mother who, in order to save her son trapped beneath a bus, had forcibly