Liu's Noodle Shop.
Zhang Zhaomu stared at the rice noodles floating with a layer of red oil in front of him, lost in thought.
Speaking of which, if you want to work out, you should pay attention to your diet, right? For example, you shouldn't eat greasy food, and you should eat boiled chicken breast and broccoli every day, and drink some protein powder from time to time.
However, Zhang Zhaomu did not feel that he needed to do so.
They didn't even have any knowledge about this in their minds.
"Why does it feel like my ' Fitness Expert ' persona is a bit off?"
Based on Zhang Zhaomu's previous experience, shouldn't this type of character be accompanied by various professional knowledge, just like a " Refined " character?
For example, how to train legs, how to train chest, how to make muscles more toned, etc.
Then, I can use this experience to try out what it's like to be a fitness instructor.
But my mind went completely blank.
There is only one simple and unpretentious exercise plan.
Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats every day, then run 10 kilometers.
"Wait a minute... this workout plan seems a little familiar?"
Zhang Zhaomu tried hard to recall, and suddenly his whole body trembled.
"Wrong!"
"Isn't this some bald guy's workout plan?"
A strange feeling arose in Zhang Zhaomu's heart.
"Keep training for three years, and you'll become One-Punch Man?"
"That kind of thing... it's probably not very scientific, right?"
"However, character design isn't a scientific concept, and the [cat] character design is a prime example."
The thought of possibly becoming One-Punch Man made Zhang Zhaomu's first thought not "not to eat beef," but rather a reflexive pat on his thick hair.
"Won't I go bald?"
Compared to getting stronger, hair is definitely more important, right? Anyway, modern society isn't a comic book; there are no monsters, and you don't need to save the world. Having a strong body is probably only useful for being more capable when carrying cement on a construction site?
"Forget it, why think so much? Let's focus on training first."
As a lazy bum, Zhang Zhaomu didn't want to think about things that far ahead. Three years later... such a time span felt like the next life to a high school student.
I got up a little too early today. I'd already finished my noodles, but Chen Zhenzhen still hadn't arrived. So Zhang Zhaomu didn't bother waiting for her and ran towards the school.
"Push-ups, squats, and sit-ups can be done in groups during breaks; the workout plan doesn't require you to finish them all at once."
"The key lies in the 10-kilometer run..."
For Zhang Zhaomu, running 800 meters was already a nightmare, so 10 kilometers was an unattainable number.
"Fortunately, I don't need to run at full speed; I can take it slow, but it will take a bit more time."
"I definitely won't be able to finish running before morning self-study; I'll probably have to continue running after evening self-study."
With this plan in mind, Zhang Zhaomu had already run to the school's track and field.
Although it was only a little past six in the morning, there were already some people running on the track and field. Zhang Zhaomu even saw several of the sports students from his class.
I hadn't paid much attention before, but now I realize that studying sports seems quite tough. While others are still sleeping, they're already up early...
Get up and do your morning exercise.
Zhang Zhaomu didn't go over to say hello, after all, the small group of sports students in the class seemed to have some issues with him.
He started jogging slowly along the track on his own. Each lap was 400 meters. By the third lap, Zhang Zhaomu was already breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
"Ten kilometers... that's 25 laps."
A number that inspires despair.
But there was no other choice but to persevere.
"Wait, isn't that Zhang Zhaomu?"
Xu Xiujie was stretching next to the track and field when he suddenly caught sight of a figure running past, and his expression immediately turned to surprise.
"This guy actually comes to exercise this early? I've never seen him here before."
"Just a spur-of-the-moment thing," Kang Hao said, scoffing. "He's running like a tortoise, and after only a few laps, he's already panting like this."
"We can't compare him to us, can we?" Xu Xiujie chuckled. "But this guy is definitely weak; he clearly hasn't trained much."
"Shall we go over and increase the intensity for him?" Kang Hao winked.
"Forget it," Xu Xiujie shook his head. "It's pointless."
Xu Xiujie genuinely disliked Zhang Zhaomu, especially after Duan Chan'er became increasingly close; he gritted his teeth every day.
However, athletes also have their own pride. As semi-professionals, they really disdain bullying ordinary people in this regard.
"That's true." Kang Hao nodded. "How many laps do you think he can keep going?"
"No guessing." Xu Xiujie rolled his eyes. "You're not thinking of making another bet, are you? Last time I bet he could stick to studying for a few days, and I got slapped in the face, making me wash his smelly socks..."
Kang Hao's expression immediately turned somewhat grim. "Who knew this guy could actually hold on..."
Even Kang Hao had to admit he admired this.
Everyone has seen Zhang Zhaomu's performance this week. His hard work is genuine; he studies not only during class but also during breaks, showing a clear sign of repentance and a willingness to change his ways.
And now, this guy has started coming to the track and field for morning exercises again.
Is this the power of love?
A strange thought popped into Kang Hao's mind, "For Duan Chan'er's sake, I'll start trying to change myself and become..."
More outstanding people...
He glanced at Xu Xiujie but didn't voice his thoughts.
Otherwise, the other party might challenge me to a real man's 1v1 battle.
The worst thing isn't that the girl you like doesn't like you back, nor is it that the girl you like finds a boyfriend. The worst thing is having to admit that her boyfriend is better than you.
"Have you warmed up enough?" Xu Xiujie asked. "Shall we do a few sets of running high leg raises first?"
Kang Hao's face immediately fell. "The most agonizing moment of the day has arrived."
"That's what happens when you're a sports student," Xu Xiujie sighed. "If you want to get into a good school, you have to work hard. There's no way around it."
Although the average grades of Class 9 in the humanities stream are very poor, it doesn't mean that everyone is lazy; everyone is working hard in their own field.
By the sixth lap, Zhang Zhaomu was surprised to find that he was slowly starting to adapt.
Although my lungs felt like they were being burned, every breath was torture, and my legs felt incredibly heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
However... a new power seemed to be constantly surging within his body, allowing him to persevere.
This is not something he, with his basically sedentary body, could do. Normally, after running this far, he...
They must be exhausted by now.
"Is the persona of a ' Fitness Expert ' a perk that comes with it?"
Zhang Zhaomu guessed this.
"That's true. Without sufficient physical recovery, even if I manage to complete my training plan today, I probably won't be able to get up tomorrow because of muscle soreness."
"Let alone sticking to it for a week, I'd probably have to train myself to the infirmary."
Lost in thought, Zhang Zhaomu kept running until she finished ten laps before slowing down to a walk.
I felt like I could still run, but my body was resisting fiercely, and that feeling of almost losing strength was really uncomfortable.
"Too much of a good thing is bad. There's no need to force yourself to finish the run in one go, and besides, the time is almost up."
He didn't want to go to class covered in sweat; that was something his " Refined " persona absolutely couldn't allow.
After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Zhang Zhaomu dragged her tired body home, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then rushed to school to participate in the flag-raising ceremony.
The process was the same old tedious routine. This time, the student representative was a senior high school girl, whom Zhang Zhaomu didn't seem to recognize.
After the ceremony, on the way to the classroom, Duan Chan'er came over.
"Squad leader, how did things go the night before last?"
Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback. "What's the result?"
Duan Chan'er said with a smile, "Didn't you say you made a bet that the dog would sleep with you first?"
"That bet is void." Zhang Zhaomu waved his hand. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"I'm not disappointed," Duan Chan'er joked. "The ones who should be disappointed are September and the Barbecue."
"By the way, Barbecue opened its eyes this morning too."
"The little one has finally decided to open its eyes?" Zhang Zhaomu raised an eyebrow. "It's been about half a month."
" Barbecue's constitution is weak," Duan Chan'er said helplessly. "They were born in the same litter... I feel like when September was in the womb, she must have taken all of Barbecue's nutrients."
"Bullyed since birth?" Zhang Zhaomu chuckled. " Barbecue is indeed a bit pitiful."
They arrived at the classroom chatting, and Zhang Zhaomu sat down on a stool, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, she sat down... After running four kilometers and standing for half an hour, even though her body recovered very quickly in her [ Fitness Expert ] state, Zhang Zhaomu still felt her calves were a little sore.
Good morning, Zhang Zhaomu.
Xiang Qing was standing next to Zhang Zhaomu, nudged his arm.
Then Zhang Zhaomu discovered something he hadn't realized before: Xiang Qing seemed to really enjoy poking at others...
He casually replied, "Good morning Little Mute."
"You can't call me that in front of others!" Xiang Qing glanced at the front seat and said softly, "You promised before."
"I forgot just now, sorry." Zhang Zhaomu's tone was completely insincere.
"Let's try again." Xiang Qing greeted him earnestly, " Zhang Zhaomu, good morning."
Zhang Zhaomu found it a little funny, but still played along, saying, "Good morning, Xiang Qing."
"No," Xiang Qing corrected, "You can call me by my nickname, just like Zhenzhen does."
She repeated, " Zhang Zhaomu, good morning."
Zhang Zhaomu:
No, where does this inexplicable stubbornness come from?
Good morning, Qingqing?
Xiang Qing then smiled with satisfaction and nodded vigorously.
Zhang Zhaomu's lips twitched. He couldn't understand what Xiang Qing was satisfied with. Come to think of it, wasn't calling someone by their nickname more likely to cause misunderstandings than calling them by a given name?
He had already noticed that the girl in the front row had leaned back intentionally or unintentionally, as if she were eavesdropping.
It feels like new rumors are starting to brew.