Training and Meat

After being abused like a dog, Zhang Hao was actually quite satisfied, because with Mi Feng urging him, he couldn't be lazy. People are like that; unless they are extremely self-disciplined, most will sit rather than stand, and lie down rather than sit, especially since Zhang Hao had made a fortune. Without someone pushing him, who knows how lazy he would become.

Everyone wants to improve themselves, but most people have had all their ambitions worn away by reality. Even when they exercise, it's usually just a whim, and they give up without hesitation once they start to feel pain.

But with the great Mi Feng around, even if Zhang Hao wanted to slack off, it was impossible. It wasn't that Mi Feng wanted to torment him, but that his body didn't meet the standards, so Mi Feng had no choice but to keep pushing him. Only when he reached the standard could Mi Feng move on to the next step. The whole process depended on how hard Zhang Hao worked.

Exhausted like a dead dog, Zhang Hao trembled as he took the elevator back to the ground floor.

There was another workout tonight!

Zhang Hao plopped down on the ground, wishing he could die. "Great God, can't we take it easy? I'm too tired!"

"No!"

"Sigh!" Zhang Hao sighed and slowly returned to his room, wanting nothing more than to lie down on the bed. Looking at the sweat on his body, he could only drag himself to the bathroom for a shower, despite his aching muscles.

After a quick wash, he put on a white bathrobe and shuffled back to his room, just wanting to lie down.

"Don't sleep! Go to the empty room and do exercises."

Zhang Hao's eyes widened. "Exercises? What exercises?"

"To the empty room!"

Zhang Hao was so angry he couldn't speak. After a long while, he finally said, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"You won't die! Go now!"

Zhang Hao was utterly helpless and could only find an empty room. There were many empty rooms in the villa. He found the closest one, moved in with difficulty, and said, "Okay, what exercises?"

"Stand in the center of the room and relax your control over your body! Don't resist, or it will be very painful."

Zhang Hao went to the center of the room and said, "Okay... Huh? What's going on?"

He realized that he was moving, and that was terrifying. It wasn't a movement he was controlling, but a movement he was being controlled to do.

"Don't control! These are movements done by the nanomachines controlling your nerves, muscles, and bones. After doing it once, memorize it yourself and follow it in the future!"

The set of movements, with its strange postures, made Zhang Hao feel like he was dying and ascending to heaven at the same time. Especially the splits, which made him scream in pain. But strangely, after completing the set, which took less than half an hour, he felt refreshed all over. The feeling was simply amazing.

The more uncomfortable he was before, the more comfortable he was now. Zhang Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Most importantly, the previously sore muscles and tendons had completely disappeared. He felt like his mental state had never been better.

"How can this be? Great God."

Zhang Hao was truly impressed. The set of movements was very complex, but he could remember it clearly. He couldn't understand why all the negative effects, such as fatigue and soreness, disappeared after doing it. It was incredible!

"You're as weak as a chicken, unable to lift a basket or carry a load. If someone a little stronger hits you, you'll have trouble even escaping! Remember, your body is your capital. Don't exercise? It's easy to die!"

Mi Feng's voice was full of sarcasm, ridicule, and disdain, making Zhang Hao's face flush red. He muttered, "In this world, it's hard enough to survive, who the hell cares so much..."

"Go eat!"

Zhang Hao was startled. He just made a complaint and got this kind of answer?

"Eat what?"

"Meat! Beef! Lamb! Pork! Any kind of meat will do!"

The phone rang, and Zhang Hao saw it was property manager Liu Feng. He asked, "Manager Liu, what is it?"

Since Liu Feng had been invaded by a nanomachine, he had been very attentive to Zhang Hao's affairs.

"Mr. Zhang, there's a van at the gate looking for you."

Such calls were common. Since it was a high-end villa area, vehicles could not enter without the residents' permission.

"Let them in."

A van came in, and three people got out, carrying boxes of cardboard boxes. The leader asked, "Is this Zhang Hao's house?"

Zhang Hao was used to it and nodded in affirmation. The man said, "The meat you ordered has arrived. We also have two barbecue chefs here who will help you with the barbecue later. Do you have any other instructions?"

Zhang Hao nodded, while still communicating with Mi Feng—it turned out that the meat and barbecue chefs were all ordered by Mi Feng. He led them to a small gazebo and said, "Let's barbecue here."

Barbecue grills, various seasonings, and various meats were carried into the gazebo box by box.

After setting up, the two barbecue chefs started to light the fire, marinate the meat, and bury themselves in their work.

Zhang Hao sat by the gazebo, watching curiously. At this time, one of the barbecue chefs asked, "How many servings do you need to barbecue? When will the guests arrive?"

Zhang Hao was surprised. "Guests? What guests?"

The two barbecue chefs were stunned. No guests? Who would eat so much meat? There were more than two hundred pounds of various meats. Why barbecue so much without guests?

"Just me. Eat as much as I can."

Zhang Hao was actually complaining and wondering in his heart, how much could he eat? The Great God was also unreliable, ordering so much meat.

Communicating with Mi Feng, he heard a "hmph," the tone of which was extremely disdainful.

Zhang Hao really didn't know what to do. When this guy was easy to communicate with, he was really easy to communicate with, but when he wasn't, he could drive someone to death.

When the aroma of the meat spread, Zhang Hao's eyes turned green. It was an unparalleled sense of hunger that came so abruptly. The stimulation made Zhang Hao feel that he could chew even stones, let alone meat.

Damn it, the Great God is tricking people!

Next, the two barbecue chefs saw an extremely astonishing scene. Large pieces of grilled meat were stuffed into his mouth and swallowed after a slight chew. The speed was unparalleled. What is wolfing down food? This is it!

The poor two barbecue chefs swallowed saliva while grilling the meat. They were professional barbecue chefs and didn't know how much barbecue they had eaten, but it was the first time they had seen someone eat so sweetly. They didn't dare to say much. Looking at the large villa, they knew that their status and position were too different. They didn't dare to be negligent and immediately stepped up their grilling.

Zhang Hao never knew he could eat so much. Little did he know that a large portion of the nanomachines in his body were in his stomach. Any food that went in was instantly crushed. Even large chunks of meat were quickly pulverized and transported.

A sense of fullness? Non-existent. Hunger surged like a tide.

Ten pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, forty pounds...

The two barbecue chefs were numb. This was inhuman. Wouldn't he burst from eating so much? But they dared not say a word.

Halfway through, Zhang Hao went to the bathroom, then came back and continued eating.