You Are the April of This World

April is always imbued with all sorts of beautiful meanings.

In this April, Zhang Yang was living a fulfilling and incredibly wonderful life.

Day after day of working out, watching his body change day by day, his muscles slowly beginning to pop, he had developed what they call "gym gains."

His relationship with Bei Wei was like a murmuring stream, unhurried and steady. Zhang Yang was in no rush to push things forward, instead savoring the process, as if making up for the student days he had missed.

When work was merely a pastime rather than a means to earn a living, Zhang Yang's casual and natural attitude actually sparked countless inspirations while he was completing the planning proposal for Shihong Group.

"Zhang Yang, your proposal fits my train of thought almost perfectly."

During their meeting, after reading the proposal, Tang Leyi from Shihong Group said exactly that.

Zhang Yang replied while feeling a sense of irony.

He used to work himself to the bone for a living, struggling to make money, and having his proposals rejected by clients was a common occurrence. Yet this time, by acting on a whim, he had left the other party completely satisfied. It really was a case of "planting flowers intentionally but they don't bloom, while planting a willow unintentionally creates a shade."

The good news didn't stop there.

Through day-after-day accumulation, with his daily return of twenty thousand, he had saved nearly five hundred thousand over the past half-month.

Finally, the cash flow in his hands was starting to become substantial.

The May Day holiday was just around the corner, a date everyone in the company was looking forward to with bated breath.

On the last weekend before May Day, Zhang Yang drove Bei Wei to Lingang in Magic City to see the sea.

Before sunset, the sky and sea merged into one.

Zhang Yang parked the car on the embankment and watched from afar as Bei Wei stepped onto the beach, her long hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

In the distance, the East Sea Bridge, the horizon where the sky met the sea, and the setting sun sinking into the water.

Between heaven and earth, everything was bathed in gold.

"Brother Zhang!!" Amidst the sound of the waves, Bei Wei waved her arms high, her thin skirt unable to hide her fair, slender legs.

Zhang Yang smiled and took a photo with his phone.

Before long, Bei Wei trotted over, her cheeks slightly flushed from the run.

Zhang Yang opened his arms slightly, welcoming Bei Wei as she threw herself into his embrace.

With the sound of the tide and the waves in his ears, and her hair tickling the tip of his nose, Zhang Yang hugged the soft, sweet-smelling Bei Wei, feeling a touch of sentimentality.

How could he have been so oblivious to the wonders of falling in love until now?

Sigh, what a waste of time.

He had almost hit thirty, but fortunately, the system had stepped in to save him, allowing him to wake up at this juncture and make the firm decision to change himself.

"Brother Zhang." Bei Wei's soft call pulled Zhang Yang back to reality.

"Hmm?"

No sooner had Zhang Yang responded than he felt a sudden, soft, damp sensation on his cheek. By the time he regained his senses, Bei Wei had already drifted away like a gust of wind.

"Teasing me, are you?" How could Zhang Yang resist such provocation? He immediately took a few steps forward and, amidst a series of laughs, pulled Bei Wei back into his arms.

Night fell, and they arrived downstairs at Bei Wei's apartment building.

Zhang Yang and Bei Wei hugged to say goodbye, then he watched her figure disappear into the stairwell.

"Right, time to hit the gym." Feeling his pent-up energy, Zhang Yang turned the car around and headed straight for the private training studio.

Today was leg day again, and the thought of the pain that would follow for days made him shudder.

Inside the private training studio, sounds of agony were constant.

"Ah!"

"Hiss!"

"Clang!"

"Come on, come on, last set." The trainer assisted Zhang Yang with his squats.

With his squat belt cinched tight, Zhang Yang felt the weight. His legs twitched, and despite the stiffness, he pushed through the infinite soreness to complete the lift.

If you skip leg day, you'll end up weak. The importance of leg training for a man goes without saying.

After finishing the last set of squats, Zhang Yang clearly felt that his legs no longer belonged to him.

Fortunately, every bit of effort now would eventually manifest in him with sixty times the effect, so he had to give it his all.

"Mr. Zhang, your supplements, protein powder, and post-workout meal are all ready." The trainer had already arranged the routine replenishment for every session.

As for fitness, as long as you don't use "technology," taking supplements and protein powder to achieve the best training results in a better state is perfectly normal.

"Mr. Zhang, you are the most diligent and hardworking member I have ever trained."

While Zhang Yang was eating his post-workout meal, he chatted with the trainer and heard this compliment.

"Coach, tell me the truth, do I have any talent for this?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile after finishing his protein powder.

"I'm a person who likes to tell the truth. Given your frame, if you pack on the muscle, your physique will be perfect. The only drawback is that muscle growth is slower and requires time to accumulate," the trainer said quite frankly.

Zhang Yang agreed deeply. After all, the same amount of muscle on a 1.7-meter frame versus a 1.8-meter frame naturally creates a completely different visual effect. But once the muscle mass on a 1.8-meter height is built, the sheer impact and explosive feeling would be absolutely overwhelming.

"At least how many years?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"If you're talking about reaching that competition-level physique, five years is roughly the limit for your muscle mass. After that, even if there is progress, it will be almost invisible to the naked eye."

"Five years?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, feeling quite satisfied.

After all, one month after the task began, he would possess five years of fitness experience. By then, he should at least be able to replicate a physique like Wu Long's, right?

The coach on the side watched Zhang Yang's expression, fearing he might lose his nerve. "Of course, the progress in the first year for a beginner is the greatest. If you train systematically for several months, you'll be well-defined, and your physique will stand out among your peers."

"Got it." Zhang Yang nodded.

After finishing his extra meal, Zhang Yang headed back to his apartment under the cover of night.

His legs were only feeling weak and numb for now; it wouldn't be until tomorrow morning that they would truly teach him a lesson.

Before bed, Zhang Yang had a video call with his family.

"You're coming back for May Day, right?" Song Wenqin asked, not mentioning the previous blind date again.

Since she didn't bring it up, Zhang Yang naturally acted as if it had never happened.

"Coming back, of course I'm coming back."

"That's good. Oh, and while you're back, help me look at some jade bracelets. Your dad finally agreed to buy me one," Song Wenqin laughed.

Zhang Yang saw Zhang Zhaohai on the side looking rather dejected; he couldn't tell if the old man had been caught in some compromising situation by Song Wenqin.

"Buying a bracelet? Sure, I'll help you look when I get back," Zhang Yang agreed verbally, but he made a mental note of it.

After all, he had saved up nearly five hundred thousand this month.

How could he not fulfill such a simple wish as his mother wanting to buy a bracelet?

Consider it done!

As for Zhang Zhaohai, the middle-aged man couldn't live without his cigarettes and alcohol. Arranging some fine liquor and tobacco would surely make the old man happy beyond measure.