225: The legendary fascia... Knife - 3 (Bonus Chapter)

Jiang Ye was feeling comfortable and answered without thinking, "I'll listen to you, Coach. You're the professional, whatever you say goes."

His completely trusting and defenseless demeanor made Lin Wanxing hesitate for a moment about the little 'devil' that had just popped into her mind.

Is this... a bit too much?

He is, after all, a trainee. Me doing this... "You don't need to ask me. Outside, I'll listen to you, Wanxing. At home... ahem, in places with beds, I'll listen to me. Huh? So now, should I listen to me?"

Lin Wanxing: "???"

Trainee my ass! You jerk! Let's get him!

She nodded expressionlessly, a flash of 'killing intent' passing through her eyes: "Then let's do it. But I should warn you in advance: deep Fascia Knife release might be a bit painful. If you can't take it, you can still back out now. After all..."

"Pfft! What's there to not take!"

Jiang Ye interrupted her nonchalantly: "Am I the kind of guy who's afraid of pain? When we first started leg training, you said it would hurt too, and I got through it easily, didn't I? No problem~"

Lin Wanxing glanced at his calm and seemingly fearless expression, a slight smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"But it's fine..."

She added considerately, her voice sounding gentle and harmless: "If you really can't take it during the process, you can just say so, and I'll stop. After all, everyone's pain tolerance..."

Jiang Ye scoffed, seemingly provoked by this 'underestimation,' and waved his hand grandly:

"Wanxing, don't you worry! I'm a top-notch tough guy! What's a little pain? Wait till later... ahem, you'll see how tough I am! Don't hesitate, go ahead~! Bring it on!"

"Oh, okay, tough guy."

Lin Wanxing nodded, put down the Massage Gun in her hand, walked to the wall, and pressed the intercom button:

"VIP Recovery Room 2, need Fascia Knife-assisted deep release. Please send two Male Assistants to help with stabilization."

A reply quickly came from the intercom: "Okay, Sister Lin, we'll be right there."

Jiang Ye, lying face down on the bed, was taken aback. He lifted his head, a bit confused:

"Huh? Wanxing? Aren't you the one doing it? I won't agree to anyone else!"

Lin Wanxing turned around and gave him the first 'gentle' smile she'd shown in the past half month:

"Don't worry, I'll do it myself! It's just that Fascia Knife release requires counteracting the muscle's self-protective contractions, so we need some extra help to ensure effectiveness and safety."

Jiang Ye said "Oh," looked at her 'innocent' smile, and lay back down reassured, even feeling a little touched inside.

Sigh, looks like the cold war is finally coming to an end~

Honestly, this woman holds a grudge for so long, it's been over half a month... Soon, there was a knock on the recovery room door.

Lin Wanxing said, "Come in." The door opened, and when Jiang Ye looked up, his heart skipped a beat.

Two tall, broad-shouldered, and burly male coaches walked in.

After entering, they first smiled politely at Jiang Ye: "Hello, sir."

Then they turned to Lin Wanxing, their tone familiar: "Sister Lin, is it for Fascia Knife-assisted deep release?"

Lin Wanxing glanced at Jiang Ye on the bed, whose expression was starting to change slightly as if sensing something amiss. The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened:

"Yes, the target muscle group is the Hamstrings. No severe adhesions, just tight muscles. Trying deep release will yield better results."

As she spoke, she pointed at Jiang Ye: "Although Mr. Jiang has only been training systematically for a little over a month, he has incredible willpower. He's a tough guy and asked for the Fascia Knife himself."

Upon hearing this, the two male coaches immediately looked at Jiang Ye with admiration and gave him a thumbs-up:

"Mr. Jiang, you're awesome! Respect!"

Jiang Ye, the tough guy who was about to ask what exactly this 'assisted deep release' process entailed, twitched the corner of his mouth hard.

Watching the two burly coaches rubbing their hands and walking over, he swallowed his words, gritted his teeth, and lay back down properly.

One Male Coach walked to the cabinet and took out a gleaming, oddly shaped, and unfriendly-looking—Fascia Knife.

He weighed it in his hand and looked at his companion: "You want to stabilize, or should I?"

"No need, I'll handle the operation. I'm more familiar with him."

Lin Wanxing cleared her throat lightly, still wearing a faint smile: "You two just help stabilize Mr. Jiang, make sure he... doesn't move due to pain, affecting the results and safety."

The two male coaches scratched their heads. Though surprised that Coach Lin was doing it herself, they didn't ask further and replied in unison:

"Oh, okay, Sister Lin!"

With that, they stood on either side of the Massage Table.

One was responsible for holding down Jiang Ye's left leg and left hip, while the other held down his right leg and right hip. Four large hands exerted force simultaneously, instantly pinning him firmly to the Massage Table!

Feeling the immense pressure on his body and the professional (and merciless) aura emanating from the two assistants, Jiang Ye's right eyelid began twitching frantically.

He swallowed hard, no longer caring about his 'tough guy' image, and struggled to lift his head:

"Coach Lin... Coach Lin? What's going on here? Coach? Can you explain the process to me? Wanxing? Say something?"

"..."

Lin Wanxing held the cold Fascia Knife, lightly tapping the blade against her palm, making crisp 'tap-tap' sounds.

Looking at Jiang Ye firmly pinned to the Massage Table, she tried hard to suppress the laughter that was almost overflowing, cleared her throat lightly.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

Peeking at someone bathing, huh?

Leaning in to sniff around, huh?

Rolling up pants from top to bottom, huh?

Opening your mouth just to piss people off, huh?

Today, let this 'top-notch tough guy' experience what professional 'relaxation' really means!

Hmm... though, this shouldn't count as using her position for personal revenge, right?

This is purely out of a professional attitude toward her trainee! To help him recover better and avoid sports injuries!

Yes, that's exactly it!

On the Massage Table, Jiang Ye was starting to panic:

"Wanxing? Little Wan? Wanwan? Xingbao? Little... Huh? What's that touching me?! Why is it so cold?!"

"Mr. Jiang, relax, it'll be over soon. Tough guy, hold on."

"No, Wanxing, actually, I'm the kind of person who..."

"I'm starting now."

"Wait, don't... Holy—shit—! Lin! Wan! Xing! It hurts! Ah—!!!"

A piercing scream instantly pierced through the soundproof door of the VIP recovery room, echoing through the Gym, heartbreaking to hear and bringing tears to listeners' eyes.

As for the instigator, Lin Wanxing, her expression remained unchanged, her technique steady, but the triumphant smile at the corner of her mouth could no longer be hidden.