This Grandson of Yours Is Quite Something

"Little ancestor, why are you only back now? Your dad's been calling non-stop!" In the villa, the woman heard familiar footsteps downstairs and quickly grabbed her phone, rushing down with a face full of complaint. But as soon as she saw her son's appearance, the phone she was about to use to call her husband fell to the ground with a thud.

"Son, where did you get that haircut?"

The boy across from her scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "This... is it not good? The barber said it was an ancestral 'scumbag perm,' and that if I can't find a wife with this hairstyle, I shouldn't bother with my hair anymore and consider plastic surgery or a men's hospital."

"It's too good!" The woman immediately clapped her hands in admiration, "You can make your kidney-deficient face look like a normal person, it's simply miraculous! Give me the address of that shop, Mom will go get a membership card tonight!"

Dog Bro: "..."

Under his old man's constant urging, the mother and son rushed to the agreed location. But to Dog Bro's surprise, the location wasn't a restaurant or a high-end club, but a fitness center. He felt uneasy, thinking: Are they going to start tonight?

This swift and decisive style is truly worthy of someone who served in the military.

Walking into the fitness club, led by the receptionist, the mother and son went all the way to the innermost VIP gym. It was prepared for VIP clients who hired personal trainers for one-on-one fitness, and would equip you with private equipment according to the situation you want to exercise.

At this time, on the treadmill inside, a middle-aged man who was all fat was running desperately, his face flushed red, and he was sweating profusely. Dog Bro glanced at the speed, 2.3 kilometers per hour, and he had only run for seven minutes. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye, thinking: How did Dad manage to produce so much water in a few minutes at this old man's running speed?

Is this the legendary water-injected meat?

"Shiyu is here?" The middle-aged man saw the mother and son arrive and quickly took the opportunity to turn off the treadmill, jumping down from it very nimbly. Dog Bro twitched the corner of his eye again. The skill shown by his old man at this moment didn't look like a two-hundred-pound fat man at all. Sure enough, only when lazy can a fat man show extraordinary abilities.

"Quick, come and meet your Uncle Liu!" The fat man didn't wait for the person behind him to speak, and quickly introduced him with a warm face.

"Don't use your son as an excuse. We agreed on half an hour, not a minute less. There are still twenty-three minutes left. You can only leave after you finish running!"

The fat man's face suddenly turned bitter when he heard this, "Brother Liu, we haven't seen each other for so long, do you have to be so serious? Give me some face in front of the child!"

The square-faced middle-aged man behind him still said sternly without a smile, "With your body, giving you more face will really ruin you!"

"Uncle Liu!" Dog Bro stepped forward and greeted politely.

The middle-aged man heard this greeting and then looked at Dog Bro properly, the most useless grandson in the mouth of his old leader.

Whenever the old man mentioned him, he didn't have a good face, saying that this grandson was not as good as his father, and he looked like he was dying at a young age, which made his eyes swell!

But at this time, he didn't look as unbearable as he imagined. His face was a little pale, showing a floating qi and blood, which should be caused by years of indulgence or staying up late, but he didn't completely lose the vigor of a young man, especially those eyes, which were very sharp, not as timid as the old leader said.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly and said, "Come with me."

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu led the boy inside, and then said sternly, "I won't say polite words. The old man asked me to train you to increase your manly spirit. As his grandson, I also think it's very necessary. Today, I will test your physical fitness first, and tomorrow I will conduct task training according to your specific situation. Don't worry, you are still young, no matter how you train... you won't die!"

Dog Bro: "..."

"Do two sets of bench presses first and let me see!"

"Yes, Uncle Liu!"

Dog Bro lay down as he was told, picked up an empty bar, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it up...

Dog Bro's old man shook his head and sighed when he saw his son choose an empty bar at the first time. He had seen many girls outside who could add a ten-kilogram single plate on one side, and it was no wonder that the old man would say that this kid didn't have any manly spirit.

But that Uncle Liu didn't think so. Instead, he glanced at the child with some surprise. It was a wise choice for someone who hadn't been to the gym for many years to choose an empty bar at the first time. After all, an empty bar also weighs twenty kilograms. It is not so easy for a general novice to lift it up completely. Many people can only barely control an empty bar when they do bench press for the first time, and it will also shake unstable from side to side from time to time.

But this kid's movements are very standard, his back is tightly attached to the bench press without a trace of gap, and his calves are naturally perpendicular to the ground, obviously to avoid bridging as much as possible. The most important thing is his breathing rhythm when doing bench press, and the coordination with his body is simply perfect. People who are proficient in exercise know the importance of breathing coordination, especially those who have practiced internal martial arts like him, and understand how important breathing is to exercise.

Even a boxer like himself who has practiced old internal martial arts may not dare to say that he can maintain this state at any time. This kid should have just bumped into it, right?

Thinking of this, he asked, "If I add more plates, can I continue?"

Dog Bro paused for a moment, then said uncertainly, "I don't know... never tried it..."

"Then let's try..." Uncle Liu didn't allow him to refuse, directly adding a ten-kilogram plate to one side of the horizontal bar, and then said, "Try lifting it!"

A bitter look appeared on Dog Bro's face, but he didn't dare to disobey this elder. Don't look down on this Uncle Liu, he was once the old man's bodyguard, and his status in the family is very high. His mom said that the most promising uncle in the family has to respectfully call him Brother Liu when he sees him.

He took a deep breath and tried to lift it, only to realize instantly that he didn't have enough strength. He immediately felt a little embarrassed. This weight could probably be lifted by many slightly trained girls, right?

He suddenly missed himself in the game. In the game, he was a real man who could carry several tons of bricks!

With insufficient strength, he naturally couldn't maintain his professional posture. His body began to arch.

The fat old dad next to him saw this and hurriedly shouted, "He's arching, he's arching! Quickly correct your posture!"

"Shut up!" Uncle Liu glared at the fat man who was watching the show, then turned to Dog Bro and said, "You continue!"

Many people who do bench presses think that arching is a non-standard movement, and even many bodybuilders exaggerate the side effects of arching. But in fact, when you need to break through a strength bottleneck, arching is very necessary.

If the upper body strength is not enough, the human body will subconsciously borrow the strength of the waist and abdomen, and the body will arch. This is not to say that it is not allowed. As long as the movement is proper, it will help you break through the current strength bottleneck. Otherwise, even if your movements are standard, what's the use of only being able to lift a ten-kilogram plate for the rest of your life?

Sure enough, after Dog Bro borrowed the strength of his waist and abdomen, the weightlifting equipment that he couldn't push at all was barely lifted. Old Liu took a step closer. Most inexperienced people may hurt themselves if they don't operate properly when breaking through strength. He approached to prepare for support at any time.

But to his surprise, this child was more stable than he imagined. Even in this unstable situation of breaking through strength, his rhythm was still perfect.

As time passed, Dog Bro slowly became familiar with the weight, and his body began to try to return, no longer borrowing the power of his waist and abdomen, and he could barely push the weight.

The process was very smooth, so that Liu Bo, a professional military trainer, could not find any fault, and he asked curiously, "Xiao Yu, have you practiced before?"

Dog Bro was stunned. To be honest... he really hadn't. Does it count in the game?

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Uncle Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said, "You get up..."

"Oh..." Dog Bro put down the weightlifting equipment uneasily, slowly got up from the bench press, and his breathing changed from heavy to light, without any sense of disharmony. Uncle Liu's eyes flashed with a strange light when he saw this.

"Give me a punch at this and let me see!"

"Eh?" Dog Bro was stunned when he heard this, looking at the punch force tester that Uncle Liu was pointing at.

"Liu Bro, don't joke around. That's a professional tester. Anything below 80kg is not up to par..." Old Dad quickly smoothed things over. He knew his son. He was so weak that he couldn't even truss a chicken. It would be too embarrassing if he couldn't even light up the lights later.

Dog Bro frowned slightly. His old dad's appearance of knowing how useless he was made him feel a little uncomfortable. He was always out there messing around and never cared about him.

Thinking of this, he remembered the instructor's skills about his strength in the game. Subconsciously, he lowered his waist and stood upright, deeply adjusting his breathing. Several core muscles slowly tightened from relaxation with his breathing, and the rhythm remained surprisingly consistent. In an instant, Dog Bro suddenly opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes, and his aura instantly became sharp.

Bang!!

209KG!!!

A red number made the fat old dad who was drinking water in the back instantly choke out a mouthful of water from his nostrils. After choking a few times, he said in astonishment, "Damn, is this tester broken?"

Uncle Liu narrowed his eyes into a line. He didn't doubt the data at all. Although it was a bit far-fetched to say that a seemingly weak child punched out the strength of a near-professional boxer, the rhythm of the punch was so smooth that he almost used his body to the extreme. Without considering the body, this punch was definitely a punch that only a first-class boxer could make!

"Xiao Yu has practiced martial arts?" Uncle Liu suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Dog Bro stared blankly at the number, stunned. After hearing Uncle Liu's question, he panicked and said, "No... no!"

Then he looked at his fist in disbelief. To be honest, he even believed his old dad's point of view. Was the tester broken!

After leaving the fitness center and saying goodbye to that family, Old Liu strolled onto a quieter avenue. After walking for a long time, he finally took out his phone and called his old boss.

"Hey, Little Liu, how is it going? Are you getting used to living over there?" A robust voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Not really..." Old Liu's face showed a rare smile: "It's too humid and hot. Old North City is still the best."

"Haha!" A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone: "So you want to slack off and come back already? What's wrong? Is that little scoundrel completely beyond saving?"

"That's not it..." Uncle Liu paused, lowering his voice, "Old Leader, your grandson might not be so simple..."

"Oh?"