Holiday Special Gift Pack

After the meal, Zhang Yang took a short rest before heading straight to a nearby gym.

Before going, he had booked a one-week trial pass in advance, which was perfect for having a place to train while staying in Yinghai City for these few days.

Commercial gyms are truly different from private training studios.

The cardio area is always packed with women, the membership consultants are always wearing tight-fitting uniforms, the aerobics room is always larger than the weightlifting area, and of course, there are the gym veterans who always haunt the weightlifting section.

Zhang Yang had only booked the pass for a temporary trial, but he was immediately latched onto by a membership consultant.

Pestering him to buy a card, pestering him to buy sessions.

Damn it, if it had been a female consultant or trainer pestering him, that would be one thing, but it's hard to imagine a guy like this getting anywhere by pestering people.

"Brother, come check it out. Our shop is having an anniversary promotion, the annual card is only 1,200." The guy said with a cheeky grin.

Zhang Yang opened his phone to check a second-hand marketplace app. Yep, for this very gym, people were selling cards with a year and a half remaining for only 800, transfer fees included.

After brushing the guy off with a few casual words, Zhang Yang dove into his workout with a rhythmic clatter of weights.

Having been coached by an expert nearing professional-card status, Zhang Yang's form quickly attracted a crowd of gym veterans to watch.

"Bro, that's very professional. I can never find the right feel for this movement; turns out the problem was right here."

"Little brother, take a look at me. I always feel like my traps are doing the work when I do this move. Look, my neck is almost gone, but my arms haven't changed at all."

Zhang Yang wasn't stingy, sharing a bit of his experience freely.

To achieve success in fitness, it's never about competing over whose form is more professional or whose muscle engagement is more precise; after all, given enough time, one will always figure out what works best for themselves.

Only by training 365 days a year, turning fitness into a habit, can one truly distinguish themselves from the rest.

Just walking into a gym puts you in the top percentile; of those, more than half stop coming regularly, and those who persevere, day in and day out for years, are even rarer—truly one in a million.

To say that someone who is genuinely well-trained in a city is one in a hundred thousand is no exaggeration.

Just as he was speaking, a feminine voice drifted into his ear. "Handsome, am I using the hip abduction machine correctly?"

Zhang Yang looked over and saw a guy in pink leggings sitting on the machine, opening and closing his legs—clack, clack, clack.

What self-respecting man uses the hip abduction machine?

Zhang Yang felt his hair stand on end and quickly kept his distance.

Later that evening, Zhang Yang finished his gym check-in for the day, ensuring he hadn't wasted a single day of the thirty.

After showering and heading out, his stomach felt a bit empty. Zhang Yang turned his bike around, planning to replenish some carbohydrates. During a muscle-building phase, no matter when you finish your workout, you must replenish carbs and protein immediately.

On Sanyuan Middle Road, the Pot Lid Noodles shop run by a couple from Runzhou was brightly lit and packed with customers.

"Give me a bowl of pork liver noodles." Zhang Yang walked straight in, ordered the noodles he used to eat often back in his school days, and found a seat.

In a moment, the steaming bowl of noodles was served.

The pork liver was fresh and tender, paired with crisp, blanched lettuce and medium-thick noodles. With one bite, Zhang Yang felt as if he had returned to his student days.

Ding.

As he sat at the table eating, his phone vibrated gently; he had suddenly received a message from Bei Wei.

Zhang Yang tapped it open to find a group photo.

It turned out she and her wealthy roommate had gone to Disney today.

In the photo, Bei Wei was wearing a red and white checkered floral dress, sporting Disney-themed headwear, and smiling with a sweet, clear expression. As for the roommate beside her...

Well, to be fair, he hadn't seen the roommate's face clearly that night, only remembering that her figure was quite hot.

In today's photo, her makeup was exquisite, carrying a Gucci bag and wearing Chanel; she certainly had the air of a wealthy socialite. She looked quite ladylike in the photo, a sharp contrast to the hotness she displayed that night.

If her surname were Xiao, Zhang Yang would be tempted to name her Xiao Shaobi.

Zhang Yang looked at the photo, his eyes lingering on the bag in Bei Wei's hand. Ah, it was that Coach bag worth a few thousand.

It was a nice bag, but in front of her roommate's collection of luxury goods, it naturally didn't hold up.

Fortunately, her beauty carried her through, so she wasn't overshadowed.

I'll get her a bag later, a thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Once he was making 50,000 a day, even if he wasn't completely free to buy whatever luxury goods he wanted, he would be relatively close. Gifting a bag worth a hundred thousand or so would just be a day or two of cashback—it didn't matter.

He wouldn't let Bei Wei be outdone by her roommate in this regard.

Full and satisfied, Zhang Yang stood at the shop entrance, letting the evening breeze blow over him as he looked at the familiar old street, enjoying the long-lost time in his hometown.

When he returned home late at night, the house was pitch black; Zhang Zhaohai and his wife had long since gone to sleep.

He entered his bedroom and turned on the light.

The bedsheets had been freshly changed and had been out in the bright sun earlier, carrying the scent of sunshine.

Zhang Yang checked the time; there was less than an hour until midnight. Since he didn't feel sleepy, he decided to wait for the stroke of twelve.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Midnight.

Ding!

Settling long-term mission for the previous month.

Congratulations to the host. As of the end of last month, the host's body fat percentage has reached the target. Reward: five experience points.

Zhang Yang had expected this for a long time. After all, the sweat he had shed this month was plain for all to see; hitting the body fat target was inevitable. Now, he was only thirteen experience points away from leveling up.

"Fitness will hit the one-month mark in a few days, and that'll be another ten experience points. A daily income of fifty thousand is right around the corner." Deep in the night, Zhang Yang was too excited to sleep.

A daily income of fifty thousand, plus the explosive physique he had long yearned for—just thinking about it made him happy.

Ding!

You have an unclaimed May Day special gift pack.

Before Zhang Yang's joy could fade, he received another message from the system, and his spirits instantly lifted.

"There's actually a holiday gift pack?"

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang checked the newly received holiday gift pack:

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a brand-new Bentley Continental GT. Please collect it at the designated dealership.

"Continental GT?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

It was actually this car.

With options added, it easily clears five million on the road. It is a top-tier luxury car in every sense, and at the same time, it is the dream car in Zhang Yang's heart.

He would never forget the time in Magic City when he saw a white Bentley brush past him, and the middle-aged man sitting inside with an incredibly composed expression.

That kind of calmness made it seem as if he would remain unruffled even if the sky were falling.

There are many luxury cars, some with prices that reach the heavens.

But a Bentley is truly different. It isn't just luxurious and opulent; it possesses an elegance that radiates from the inside out. Anyone's first reaction upon seeing a Bentley is that the car is truly beautiful, truly stunning, and that the owner has real taste.

Thank you, system. He, Zhang Yang, would also become a Bentley owner.

In an instant, he felt that the watch on his wrist would finally have a car worthy of it.

Driving a Porsche worth over a million while wearing a seven-hundred-thousand watch—what kind of situation is that!