Fang Cheng finished drinking the water and shook the empty bottle in his hand.
It seems a little unfinished.
When Zhou Xiumei saw this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc.
"No."
She swallowed the water in her mouth and handed Mineral Water, which still had more than half of the bottle in her hand, to Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng waved his hand:
"No, I've had enough."
"I really can't drink it. I already drank a lot of water just now. If I drink a few more sips, my stomach will feel uncomfortable later."
Zhou Xiumei handed it forward, keeping his hand still in mid-air.
Fang Cheng didn't refuse anymore and reached out to take it.
He didn't wipe the mouth of the bottle at all, he just drank it right where Zhou Xiumei had drank.
Watching Fang Cheng's Adam's apple sliding up and down, Zhou Xiumei's eyes brightened even more.
He actually didn't dislike himself for drinking at all.
A touch of embarrassment mixed with joy crawled onto his cheeks, Zhou Xiumei's fair face was dripping with sweat and flushed like a fever.
Fang Cheng crushed the two empty bottles and threw them into the metal trash can on the roadside with a clang.
Then he grabbed the sports backpack on the bench and slung it over one shoulder.
"Come on, let's walk slowly and break a sweat."
The two walked side by side in the direction of Hotel along the garden path paved with Cobblestone.
"Xiumei, there is still room for improvement in your physical fitness."
Fang Cheng turned her head and glanced at her trembling legs:
"Practice jogging more often to stay in shape and improve your health. Moreover, your lung capacity will increase, and it will be much easier for you to dance and sing on stage."
Zhou Xiumei shook his sore calves and muttered:
"Just practicing dance every day is enough. When I get back to Dormitory, I just want to lie down on the bed, too lazy to move."
"But I sweated a little in the morning, and now I feel much lighter. I will have an omelette for breakfast later."
Fang Cheng smiled when he heard this, and then asked:
"Training Camp What's the schedule for today?"
"Practice vocal music in the morning and body practice in the afternoon."
Zhou Xiumei straightened the broken hair on the temples and said softly:
"This episode will end in four days. I heard that the program team is planning a live TV show to end the camp as a warm-up event before the start of Grand Finals."
"So I have to shoot a lot of material in the past few days. I guess I will have to stay at the Rehearsal Hall to practice more at night."
Fang Cheng Slow Down footsteps, warned:
"Get some rest and don't push yourself too hard. I'll pick you up tonight and have a supper together."
Zhou Xiumei heard this, his eyebrows arched, and then he deliberately put on a straight face and said coquettishly:
"Brother Cheng, following you I feel like I'm going to become a little fat man."
Speaking of this, the tone changed again:
"Let's talk about it first, I want to eat skewers. If I get on the scale tomorrow and gain weight, it's all down to you."
Fang Cheng burst into laughter:
"Okay, settle the account with me."
The two of them made an appointment yesterday to get up early and go for a morning jog to exercise.
It's just less than seven o'clock when the exercise ends, so it's still too early.
They walked and chatted, passing through Tree-lined Path and walking into the self-service Dining Room on the first floor of Hotel.
The smell of fried bacon and hot soy milk wafts in the air.
At this point, there are relatively few customers in Dining Room.
The two of them happily enjoyed the quietness and chose a seat by the window to sit down.
Fang Cheng took a large plate of high-protein steak and salmon.
Zhou Xiumei restrainedly chose some low-fat vegetable salad, chicken breast and fried eggs.
The two sat opposite each other, chatting about interesting things in Training Camp, and simply finished their breakfast.
After the meal, Fang Cheng carried her bag and sent Zhou Xiumei all the way to the door of her room on the fifth floor.
Watching her open the door and say hello to her familiar roommate inside.
Fang Cheng then turned around, walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor, and pressed the button to return to the floor of his room.
The numbers on the elevator display jump from floor to floor.
With a "ding" sound, the Stainless Steel compartment door slid open to both sides.
Four men wearing Black Suit were standing in the car.
Fang Cheng glanced at it and walked in.
I saw that the top button marked "69" was lit, so I didn't do anything.
The elevator then buzzed slightly and continued to move upward.
There was a faint smell of tobacco Aura floating in the closed space, as well as the sour smell of sweat.
The man Suit standing at the front was breathing a little quickly and glanced at the floor display screen unconsciously.
The other three people also looked serious and stood tense.
Fang Cheng The corner of his eye glanced at the metal badges on their chests.
This is the confidant East City Association President Shen Wei takes with him.
To make them look like they were facing a formidable enemy, it was obvious that something was urgent.
The number jumps to 69.
As soon as the door opened a crack, four people squeezed out sideways.
Leather shoes stepped on the thick carpet in the corridor, and he walked hurriedly to the luxurious office deep in the corridor.
Fang Cheng stepped out of the elevator unhurriedly, looked across the corridor, and watched the figures disappear around the corner.
He frowned slightly, then took out his room card, swiped it and walked into his own Presidential Suite.
Throwing the sports bag on one shoulder on the Genuine Leather sofa, Fang Cheng walked to the bar, took a clean Glass cup, and drank half a cup of water.
After raising his head and drinking it all, he put down the cup, picked a washed red grape from the Fruit Bowl on the bar counter, and threw it into his mouth.
The pulp is sweet and delicious, with a slight sourness, which just relieves the greasiness of eating meat for breakfast.
I had just eaten a few pills when a cell phone rang from the sports bag thrown on the sofa.
Fang Cheng then walked over, unzipped his backpack, and took out his cell phone.
The name "Shen Wei" danced on the screen.
Fang Cheng Press the answer button and put the phone to your ear:
"Hey, Mr. Shen."
"Mr. Fang, I'm so sorry."
Shen Wei's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, with a bit of unconcealable fatigue.
Fang Cheng threw the two uneaten red grapes back to Fruit Bowl and said with some confusion:
"What's wrong?"
"It's like this. Something went wrong with the gun I promised you last night."
Shen Wei explained in a deep voice:
"The two brothers who were responsible for delivering the goods encountered an accident on the road and were unable to deliver the goods to you on time."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng's mind flashed back to the scene last night.
Because he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he simply went to Underground Shooting Range to practice Gun Technique and took this opportunity to get more Skill Experience values.
In the middle of the process, I suddenly remembered the new Firearms that Shen Wei mentioned a few times before. It is said to be extremely powerful and is specially used to deal with those Physical Quality powerful Aberrant and monsters.
When he got interested, he asked Tiger Bro, who was on duty at the scene, to get two handfuls and try them out.
Tiger Bro went to the warehouse and looked around but couldn't find it, so he called to ask for the goods.
When you come back, tell Fang Cheng that someone from the headquarters will send it over right away.
As a result, Fang Cheng waited at Shooting Range for most of the night without even seeing a single person.
He thought East City Association was temporarily out of stock, so he didn't ask any more questions.
I shoot moving targets alone and practice until about four o'clock in the morning.
Looking at the dozens of extra points Experience Points on Panel, I went back to the room to wash up with satisfaction, and then went downstairs to go for a morning run with Zhou Xiumei.
I thought this matter would just end like this, but I didn't expect that this Spokesperson from the East City Association would call specifically to apologize.
"It doesn't matter, the gun matter is not urgent."
Fang Cheng came back to his senses, thinking of the tense faces in the elevator just now, and asked smoothly:
"What happened to the delivery brother?"
Shen Wei sighed on the other end of the phone:
"Last night I asked Hall, who is in charge of the arms business, to adjust the goods, and they immediately arranged for two brothers to go into the mountain overnight."
"After that, I went back to my room to rest until A Le woke me up in the morning and said that the two brothers had a car accident on the road."
"They found that the guardrail of a section of the highway entering the mountain was broken. Looking at the traces on the scene, the car should have rushed out of the Cliff and fell into the Blackwater River below."
There was a pause on the phone for a moment, and you could vaguely hear someone reporting in a lowered voice next to you.
Shen Wei continued:
"A Le is leading the salvage operation with Diving, and we are still waiting for specific news. I am really sorry for delaying Mr. Fang's interest."
"Mr. Shen is so polite."
Fang Cheng leaned towards the edge of the bar and spoke in a calm tone:
"Really speaking, I should apologize to you. Because of my words, I caused two brothers to go out in the middle of the night and suffered an unreasonable disaster."
He paused for a moment and directly gave compensation measures:
"Let's do this. The search and rescue and follow-up expenses for the brothers who got into the accident will be charged to my account. In addition, I will allocate Settlement Allowance to their family."
"How dare you let your distinguished guests spend money?"
Shen Wei quickly declined and explained:
"We East City Association have existing pension rules. For all brothers who are in danger while working for the association, Hall will definitely take responsibility to the end."
"Then just give me a double portion."
Fang Cheng interrupted decisively:
"The photo I gave you is a small token of my appreciation. Mr. Shen, please don't shirk it."
Shen Wei was silent for two seconds and solemnly responded:
"Okay. Mr. Fang is an open-minded person. I would like to thank you on behalf of the brother who got into the accident."
The two briefly chatted for a few more words, and then Fang Cheng hung up the phone.
The screen went dark.
He placed his mobile phone on the Marble countertop, turned around and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Gaze across the spacious Balcony and look out.
The early morning sun is penetrating through the clouds and shining obliquely on the Resort building complex.
The mountain wind blew past, blowing away the remaining wisps of fog on the surface of Artificial Lake.
Western Mountains, with its many mountains in the distance, is like a dormant giant beast, lying under the light blue sky.
The winding mountain road is like a thin gray line, hidden deep in the dense forest.
Fang Cheng half-squinted his eyes.
The nerves that were originally soothing now seemed to be slightly twitched by an invisible thread.
An indescribable feeling came to my mind.
This seemingly peaceful and leisurely Resort does not seem to be so peaceful on the surface.
A few minutes later, Fang Cheng looked away.
Suddenly he laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
When you are used to licking blood on the tip of a knife, it is easy to think of the worst when encountering any disturbance.
There are so many unrelated coincidences, maybe it was really just an accidental car accident.
After all, they are just doing things for the society and transporting Firearms for themselves. There is no need to spend a lot of money on it.
Fang Cheng turned around and stopped thinking.
Then he walked to the center of Living Room, pulled off his T-shirt, and threw it on the single sofa next to him.
Without the cover of clothes, that perfect body was completely exposed.
His muscle lines are not as bloated and exaggerated as those of bodybuilders, but are as tight as cast iron.
The back muscles and chest muscles rise and fall gently with the breathing, exuding a primitive masculinity Aura.
"Anyway, you have nothing to do, so just continue to exercise in the room."
Fang Cheng cleared the distracting thoughts in his mind, then bent over, put his legs together and straightened back.
He folded his left arm and used only his right hand Index Finger to press against the solid wood floor.
Then start working on One-Finger Push-Ups.
"1."
"2."
"3."
"..."
Fang Cheng recited the number of times silently, and the body sank steadily, with the chest almost touching the floor, and then suddenly lifted up.
His movements are as fast as a pile driver, and every ups and downs has a strong sense of rhythm.
The muscles throughout the body were like taut bowstrings, and the power was smoothly transmitted between the skin and flesh without any trembling.
After doing it a thousand times, Fang Cheng's face remained unchanged, and even his breathing rate remained unchanged.
Then he switched to his left hand Index Finger and continued to sink and hold up calmly and orderly.
The solid wood floor under my fingertips suffered from the terrifying force and made an overwhelming creaking sound.
The sun outside the window is gradually rising.
The bright sunlight passes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dragging a slowly moving strip of light around the house.
The fine dust in the air also flew up and down in the light beam.
After two thousand times of One-Finger Push-Ups, Fang Cheng took a short rest, and then started practicing single-finger Handstand Push-Ups, again in groups of one thousand times.
He put his entire body weight on Index Finger with one hand. Every time he pressed down and pushed up, his muscles stretched violently.
This kind of inhuman exercise, which is enough to break bones for ordinary people, is as easy and natural for him as a daily walk.
The beam of light illuminated the outline of the bulging muscles on his back.
The gradually rising body temperature causes a layer of blush to appear on the surface of the skin, and beads of sweat slide down the grooves of the spine, making the body look even more toned and vigorous.
Time passed slowly, and Fang Cheng continued to practice various difficult fitness movements repeatedly.
As he completed the last set of training, he Exert Force ed his fingertips, jumped into the air, flipped half a circle, and landed firmly on his feet.
Fang Cheng stood up straight, grabbed the phone on the bar and glanced at it.
Exactly two hours have passed.
He took out a bottle of Mineral Water from Refrigerator, unscrewed it, and drank it directly.
At the same time, a light blue light screen appeared in front of my eyes.
[Push-Ups experience +10]
[Push-Ups lv3(706/1000)]
[Handstand Push-Ups Experience+19]
[Handstand Push-Ups Lv3(398/1000)]
[Squats Experience+5]
[Squats lv3(573/1000)]
[Back Bridge Experience+6]
[Back Bridge lv3(358/1000)]
Looking at the several Prompt Information and Fang Cheng that emerged, he pulled the Towel in Washroom and wiped the sweat stains on his body.
This rate of increase is indeed not comparable to the Overload practice of carrying high-pressure water on the seabed.
But after practicing with your bare hands in the Hotel room, you can get these Experience Points without any equipment, which is pretty good.
Dude, dunk, dunk.
While I was thinking, there was a sudden and hasty knock on the door.
Fang Cheng then turned off Panel, stepped on the floor with bare feet, walked over and opened the door.
The person standing outside the door is A Le.
This core cadre of the East City Association looks a little embarrassed at the moment.
His custom-made Black Suit was stained with a lot of dust, and his tie was torn loose and tilted to one side.
His face was covered with beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat.
Looking further down, there is a circle of semi-dry Yellow Mud on the edge of the originally shiny leather shoes.
His whole person looked tired and tired.
"Mr. Fang..."
Seeing Fang Cheng, A Le opened their mouths, with a bit of hesitation in their eyes, as if they were considering how to speak.
Apparently he just came back from doing some errands and didn't take any rest, so he came directly to the door.
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, nodded towards him, and invited sideways:
"Come in and talk if you have anything to say."