Auntie Doesn't Want You to Work Hard Anymore

"My child is as skinny as a monkey, and is always bullied at school..."

It turned out that a middle-aged gentleman was asking about the courses.

He wanted to sign his child up for a winter-break class to exercise, but he was also afraid that learning to fight would make the child turn bad.

"Of course you can, Big Brother."

"Students these days are under tremendous academic pressure. Their constitutions are getting worse, and their personalities are becoming increasingly introverted."

"Signing your child up for a combat class isn't to teach them how to fight. It's to help them bravely say no when facing bullying. As the saying goes, one punch can break through the siege and prevent a hundred punches from raining down..."

The two female coworkers promoted their Fighting Class enthusiastically, praising it to the skies.

They were practically depicting it as a Righteous Sect from a martial-arts novel, where one could master Divine Skills, become unrivaled under heaven, and uphold justice.

Fang Cheng reined in his urge to slack off.

He then stood by the desk as well, calling out loudly a few times and acting as a human signboard to attract customers.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Poster Advertisement, or perhaps Fang Cheng's image and bearing had given them a boost.

More and more people came over to inquire about signing up.

More than half were young female white-collar workers or wealthy, leisurely Housewives. There were also a few elderly men and Young Men who had come to join the fun.

Seeing this, the two female coworkers took the opportunity to launch into an extensive promotion.

"Ladies, if you want to lose weight, shape your bodies, or learn self-defense against wolves, you can come visit and study at the Club first before making a decision."

"We're running a promotion right now. All courses are twenty percent off, and you'll get an additional discount for every person you refer!"

Some people trusted them enough to pay a deposit, saying that with such a handsome employee at the Club, the fitness results definitely wouldn't be bad.

Others asked about the difference in fees between "Group Classes" and "Private Coaching."

"Group Classes build a foundation. If you want to advance further, we can also provide one-on-one guidance, so the price will be a little higher."

"Then I'll buy twenty classes and choose that Young Man as my Private Coach!"

The speaker sounded extremely confident. She was clearly a refined, wealthy woman.

"Ahem, he's not a Coach..."

"What a pity..."

Faced with some flirtatious remarks and the occasional heated gaze thrown his way,

Fang Cheng remained remarkably calm this time, handing out flyers unhurriedly and dealing with every customer's questions in detail.

Because he had decisively activated the Focus Skill.

All the noisy sounds around him seemed to turn into emotionless electronic announcements, no longer able to cause the slightest ripple in his state of mind.

The areas in which "Focus" could be effective were far more extensive than studying and exercising. It could be applied to work as well.

At that moment, his gaze was firm and his attitude upright. He performed like the most tireless chosen wage worker.

However, this also seemed to confirm a saying: serious men were the most charming.

Those female customers looked at Fang Cheng's cold expression, and their eyes shone even brighter.

Before anyone realized it, the hubbub gradually faded away, and everything returned to calm.

At last, it was time to pack up.

Fang Cheng let out a long breath.

He then opened his palm and looked at the note that someone had slipped into his hand earlier.

A line of suggestive words was strikingly written on the paper:

"Young Man, Auntie doesn't want you to work hard anymore. Contact Number XXXXXX."

Fang Cheng bared his teeth and glanced at the two talkative women beside him.

He quickly crumpled the note into a ball and quietly tossed it into the Trash Can not far away.

The two female coworkers were still in high spirits, discussing which restaurant they should go to for a buffet After Work.

Fang Cheng's face was filled with fatigue, and his gaze fell on the Skill Panel.

Focus Lv1 (87/250)

Gaining 6 Experience Points from an afternoon of work seemed pretty good, but it had also consumed a great deal of mental energy.

Come to think of it, it was even more mentally and physically draining than his usual training.

Fang Cheng rubbed his Temples, his brows tightly knit.

Even with the assistance of a Skill, he still tried his best to keep his patience and practice his eloquence and social skills.

But he always felt as if he had been forced into a difficult position.

Thinking of how he would have to face even noisier and more complicated situations as a Lawyer in the future, Fang Cheng couldn't help feeling apprehensive.

A routine workplace life seemed to suit him less and less.

Besides, this had never been where his ambitions lay...

His maternal grandfather's illness and his expectations of becoming a champion flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng's gaze instantly darkened.

"I have to think of a way to escape my current predicament..."

After putting everything away, he left the tables and chairs in their Original Spot.

He would have to continue the recruitment work tomorrow morning.

Fang Cheng picked up the folded display stand in one go and walked back to the Club with his female coworkers.

When he passed the corner by the elevator, he discovered that an advertising display had been set up there as well.

The portrait on the poster wasn't of a sports star or a young, beautiful model.

Instead, it showed a benevolent old man wearing a white Training Uniform.

"Master of the Ma Family Tai Chi Sect, Famous Qigong Master, Wellness Expert, imparting his Divine Skills with all his heart! Don't miss it if you're passing by! Come take a look!"

A Strongman stood near the elevator, loudly hawking his wares in a voice like a broken gong.

However, when passersby saw his bear-like build and the tattoos on his hands, they all took a wide detour around him.

"Ma Donghe?"

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, and he was somewhat surprised.

What a coincidence. He had run into him again.

Looking at Ma Donghe's dark, heavy face and the thick stack of flyers still in his hands,

Fang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of shared misfortune well up in his heart.

Just then, a Young Man with yellow hair happened to pass in front of them. He walked with a swagger, looking extremely cocky.

Ma Donghe suddenly roared, "Stop!"

He immediately sent a kick flying into Huang Mao's rear, then forcibly stuffed an advertising flyer into his hand.

Huang Mao seemed to have been frightened silly. He stood obediently, not daring to move.

His ferocious, menacing display startled several people coming up behind him as well, and they all Stopped At their Original Spot.

Under the pressure of his intimidation, the group had no choice but to obediently accept the flyers Ma Donghe handed to them one after another.

They then gathered in a circle as if being punished to stand at attention, patiently listening as he explained what "Tai Chi Qigong" was and why Master Ma was so outstanding.

Having accomplished his mission and withdrawn, Huang Mao then secretly slipped away.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng shook his head Speechless and continued forward.

To be honest, Ma Donghe had trained in combat as well, and his strength was formidable.

If not for the other man's identity, and his reluctance to get involved with the criminal underworld,

Fang Cheng would have been quite willing to become his sparring partner, exchanging blows whenever he had the time to improve his combat experience.

When he returned to the Club, it was nearly half past five.

There was no night shift today, and the Venue's sanitation work had just ended.

A group of coworkers from the Logistics Department chatted idly, waiting for the time to clock out.

When he entered the Locker Room, Fang Cheng could clearly feel that everyone's gazes seemed somewhat different.

The news that he had been transferred to the Marketing Department had probably already spread.

Fang Cheng paid it no mind, gathered his belongings, and quickly walked out.

At that moment, he already had a preliminary idea in mind.

When he reached Training Hall No. 1,

he saw the Sanda Department's head Coach, Xu Maocai, who had just finished instructing several Elite Students and was also preparing to leave work.

A glint flashed through Fang Cheng's eyes, and he walked straight over.

"Coach, I want to learn Sanda!"

Of course,

that was merely his true thought.

Fang Cheng carefully considered his wording and said tactfully:

"Coach Xu, I'm quite interested in the Sanda Department's operations. Could I apply to intern with your department for a while?"

Hearing This, Coach Xu was stunned at first, then his smile blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

He hurriedly grabbed Fang Cheng's hands and shook them vigorously:

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Fang, you're truly... truly a fine-looking and talented man..."

For him, whose performance had been poor Recently, this request was simply an unexpected delight.