A Difficult Scripture to Read

The bedroom was only six square meters in size.

The furnishings were simple, and the books were neatly arranged, making the room seem utterly ordinary.

The only thing that stood out was a sheet of homework paper stuck to the wall.

Several lines of neat, elegant handwriting were written on it.

"Studying," "Fighting Techniques," "Physical Training."

The Physical Training line was further divided into six specific training items.

"Push-Ups."

"Squats."

"Leg Raises."

"Pull-Ups."

"Back Bridge."

"Handstand Push-Ups."

The first three items each had a red checkmark at the end, along with the relevant dates and numbers of times required for unlocking and advancement.

Only the last three training items remained blank.

At that moment, the alarm clock on the desk showed 7:18.

The washed-out floral curtains were already glowing faintly with the coming dawn.

Fang Cheng still lay on the bed with his eyes wide open.

However, he was not lazing in bed. He was carrying out specialized training.

His feet were pressed together and stretched straight, keeping his entire body in a single line.

As he inhaled, he tightened his waist and abdomen, using the strength of his abdominal muscles to raise his legs.

He lifted them until they were perpendicular to the floor, then lowered them again.

"551."

"552."

"553."

"554..."

"Whoosh—"

Fang Cheng suddenly let out a long breath and stopped exercising his abdominal muscles, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

In his field of vision, a pale-blue light screen rapidly brightened and enlarged.

Congratulations. Through unremitting effort, your skill has reached Expert Level.

Leg Raises Level 1 (0/250)

"I finally completed the goal. That wasn't easy!"

Looking at the results of his training, Fang Cheng sighed emotionally.

Then he closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his hurried breathing and heartbeat.

Because of the weather, he had been unable to train in the park, so the progress bar for his Leg Raises had advanced at a snail's pace.

His usual training consisted of doing 300 Lying Straight Leg Raises while lying on the bed.

Every 30 counted as one set, and on average, they increased his Experience Points by about 1 point.

This amount of exercise was actually quite substantial. It was simply less efficient than Push-Ups and Squats.

After his regular training today, Fang Cheng had deliberately increased the intensity.

He did three additional sets of 60 in a short period, triggering the activation condition for "Potential Activation."

Then, relying on his stamina recovering to its peak, he followed up with another 74 consecutive repetitions.

Finally, at an efficiency of gaining 1 Experience Point for every 32 repetitions on average, he forcibly advanced to Level 1.

He also received a reward of 6 Free Attributes.

After resting briefly, Fang Cheng decisively added 4 points to Constitution.

Then he allocated 1 point each to Strength and Agility.

Strength: 12

Agility: 11

Constitution: 16

Spirit: 18

During the level-up process,

his muscles swelled slightly, and his blood began circulating faster with a surging flow.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes.

Feeling the power continuously rushing through his body, he reached out and touched his gradually emerging abdominal muscles.

He could not help having a narcissistic thought.

If these physical attributes were placed in an Underworld City game, I should count as a mini-boss, right?

"Now... I wonder if I could compete with Coach Xu or Ma Donghe?"

He crawled out of bed, drew open the curtains, and glanced at the gray sky outside.

The Dark Clouds had not dispersed, and the sun was still nowhere to be seen, but at least the rain had finally begun to stop.

He pushed both windows outward, and Fang Cheng took a deep breath of Fresh Air.

His mood was good, and his Training Plan should return to normal as well.

Suddenly, an argument from next door interrupted his thoughts.

He tilted his ear toward the sound and listened for a while.

It turned out that Zhou Xiumei's father, Zhou Yongnian, had returned from working an overnight case. The moment he entered the house, he was subjected to a fierce scolding from Auntie He.

Auntie He complained that her husband stayed out all night every day, suspecting that he had found another woman outside and taken a mistress.

Zhou Yongnian anxiously tried to explain, saying that there had been too many cases at the police station recently and he truly had no time to return home. If she did not believe him, she could call and ask his other colleagues.

Hearing This, Auntie He became even more agitated. Her shrill voice was probably loud enough for everyone in the entire building to hear.

She said that after more than a decade, he was still only a tiny Junior Inspector, unable to collect protection fees or curry favor with his superiors, forcing the whole family to live in this Old House...

Amid the arguing, the crying and fussing of Zhou Peng, Zhou Xiumei's five-year-old Younger Brother, could also be heard.

For a moment, it felt as though every pot, bowl, and pan in the house was trembling.

Fang Cheng shook his head and closed the window again.

Who didn't have their own difficult scripture to read...?

He had no interest in gossip and was only thinking about his own affairs.

He turned and Glanced At the calendar on the wall.

December 2.

There were still 28 days until the preliminary Graduate Entrance Examination at the end of the month.

There were still 15 days until Zheng Haokang came to the Club to teach a guidance class.

Fang Cheng let out a soft breath. His gaze immediately turned resolute, and he clenched his fist.

"Take it slowly. There's no need to rush. As long as I make clear progress every day, that's enough..."

"Keep working hard!"

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

Time flew by, and it was soon past nine o'clock in the evening.

It was rare for there to be no rain today, so every department had arranged night classes.

At that moment, all the students in the Training Hall had already finished class.

The employees of the Logistics Department were busy one after another, carrying out their routine cleaning work.

Chen Xiaohai chatted and laughed with two colleagues he was close to as they returned to the Locker Room.

Then he turned his gaze toward Fang Cheng, who had finished his work long ago and was quietly sitting there changing his shoes.

"A Cheng, did you talk to the human resources department today?"

Hearing Chen Xiaohai's question, Fang Cheng understood what he was referring to, so he looked up and replied:

"They said they could consider it, but they didn't give me an immediate answer."

Chen Xiaohai smiled.

"Since they didn't reject you, it's eighty percent settled. Next, you should be thinking about how to pass the Coaching Department's physical fitness assessment."

Fang Cheng nodded.

The several colleagues beside them listened to their conversation and also learned that Fang Cheng wanted to become a Sparring Partner.

They soon joined the discussion.

Some apologized to Fang Cheng, saying they had misunderstood him all along.

Only now did they understand that his usual fitness training and boxing practice were actually meant to earn more money and raise Surgical Fee for his maternal grandfather.

Everyone could not help praising Fang Cheng for being so filial.

Others reminded Fang Cheng to protect himself.

Although the salary for being a Sparring Partner was high, injuries were easy to suffer, and they were worried that the Club would shirk responsibility when the time came.

Fang Cheng had studied law, so he understood the matter perfectly.

According to the labor law of the Great Xia Republic,

as long as a substantive employment relationship had been established, when an employee was injured during working hours because of work-related reasons, the Employer would generally have to bear full responsibility.

Unless it could be proven that the employee had acted deliberately or violated the company's safety regulations.

As a Sparring Partner, he would inevitably be exchanging blows with a Boxer at the Coach's request, thereby fulfilling his work duties.

To be honest, Fang Cheng was more concerned about another issue.

If he accidentally injured his Employer, how exactly would he compensate him?

He got off work and clocked out.

Fang Cheng picked up his backpack and followed everyone out through the Staff Passage.

Looking at the brightly lit urban nightscape, a thought lingered in his mind.

Since he was leaving early today, he planned to go to an Audio-Visual Store and rent several discs of Karate competitions.

He would first learn some relevant knowledge and prepare for his Exchange Blows with that Eastern Island Karate expert.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win every battle.