Shinjuku Incident
Jiang Hao's personal training sessions had filled up in just half a day. Anyone else who wanted to sign up could only wait for an opening. Unable to get close to the handsome coach, many people felt deeply disappointed.
The slots filled up in seconds.
Having only just started work, Jiang Hao had already become known around the gym. At the very least, all the fitness coaches knew there was someone like him.
"Squat down a little, stick your butt out as much as you can. Yes, that's it. Hold that position. Don't be scared, I'm protecting you from behind."
"Huff, huff..."
"Coach, it burns so much. I'm exhausted."
"That means it's working. How else are you going to get a perfect body if you don't get tired? We'll rest for two minutes, loosen up your muscles, then start the next round."
After the session ended, the female trainee wiped off her sweat with a towel and asked, "Coach, can I ask a personal question? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
The female trainee's eyes lit up. "Coach, let's grab coffee together sometime."
"Heh, sure, when I have time," Jiang Hao said perfunctorily.
Almost every female trainee gave Jiang Hao a similar invitation, but he had no intention of getting to know them more intimately right now, so he politely declined them all. Fortunately, none of them insisted on pestering him. There would be plenty of time in the future.
He ran in the morning, trained in Free Combat in the morning, and taught personal training sessions in the afternoon and evening. Jiang Hao lived a very regular life, making money and working out without neglecting either. Another half month passed in the blink of an eye when Jiang Hao suddenly received a system message.
``` "Ding. System