36: Chapter 36 The Arrival of a Macho Man?

"Have you been waiting long?" Jiang Jing walked up to her.

Zhou Wenying raised her little head and shook it slightly.

She then blatantly sized up Jiang Jing's physique: "Wow, Brother Jiang Jing, your physique is so good!"

She extended a finger and gently poked Jiang Jing's arm, "So firm~"

A few sounds of swallowing saliva came from the surroundings.

Jiang Jing noticed at least five male members pretending to train, but in reality, their eyes kept glancing over here.

"Let's warm up first." Zhou Wenying pulled Jiang Jing toward the treadmill area.

As she walked, her hips swayed naturally, like an elegant cat.

She chose two adjacent treadmills and skillfully set the programs. As the treadmills started running, her movements gradually sped up...

"I've been learning dance since I was little," Zhou Wenying said while running, her breathing slightly rapid, "I majored in modern dance in college, so working out is very easy for me~"

Jiang Jing nodded, his gaze sweeping over her cheeks, which were flushed from exercise.

Zhou Wenying clearly enjoyed the feeling of being watched; she adjusted her running posture from time to time, letting her body curves show from the best angles.

Twenty minutes later, the two finished their warm-up.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped onto Zhou Wenying's forehead, and her chest was heaving violently. The edges of her sports bra were soaked with sweat, showing dark water stains.

"What shall we do next?" Jiang Jing asked, handing her a bottle of Evian.

Zhou Wenying took the water bottle: "I want to try the bench press~ But I need someone to spot me. Can you help me?"

The free weight area was the most conspicuous spot in the Gym, and at this moment, seven or eight muscular men were already training there, with a thick scent of male hormones permeating the air.

When Zhou Wenying walked over, the volume of conversation in the entire area dropped significantly.

"Of course." Jiang Jing followed her toward the bench press rack.

Zhou Wenying chose an empty bench press chair and lay down, grasping the empty bar with both hands.

This position made her breasts even more prominent, and the deep V design of the sports bra revealed a cleavage that made one's blood rush.

"Let's not add weight first; I'll test the movement~" she said, doing a few sets of standard bench presses.

Jiang Jing stood at the position above her head, his hands hovering over the barbell.

From this angle, he could clearly see Zhou Wenying's lower lip bitten tight from the effort, as well as the slightly alluring scenery.

"Let's add some weight~" after finishing the warm-up sets, Zhou Wenying said confidently.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Jing was a little surprised.

Don't think the empty bar is simple; people who have just started working out can't even do it with standard form using just the empty bar.

"Don't underestimate me~" Zhou Wenying blinked.

Jiang Jing added 5kg plates to both sides of the barbell. Zhou Wenying's movements began to become strenuous, but she could still maintain standard form.

Her cheeks were flushed from the blood flow, and sweat slid down her neck into the hollow of her collarbone, shimmering under the lights.

"One last time... help me out..." she said through gritted teeth, her arms already starting to tremble.

Jiang Jing immediately reached out to assist, helping her finish the last set.

When Zhou Wenying sat up, she panted heavily, her chest heaving violently, and sweat had soaked a large area of her sports bra, revealing the color of the skin underneath.

"That's amazing." Jiang Jing praised sincerely, "It's quite good for a woman to reach this level."

Zhou Wenying was just about to respond when a deep male voice suddenly cut in:

"The movement is standard enough, but the spotting technique is too amateur."

Jiang Jing turned his head and saw a burly man nearly 1.9 meters tall standing beside him.

That person was wearing a tight tank top that was about to burst, revealing exaggerated biceps and granite-like trapezius muscles, with a work badge hanging around his neck that read "Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng".

"Pretty lady, nice physique," Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's gaze wandered obscurely over Zhou Wenying's body.

"But strength training requires professional guidance, otherwise it's easy to get injured." He deliberately tensed his pectoral muscles, making that pair of huge pecs jump twice under his tank top.

Zhou Wenying smiled politely: "Thank you, I have a dance foundation and understand strength training quite well~"

"Dance and fitness are two different things." Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng waved his hand dismissively and turned to Jiang Jing, sizing him up from head to toe.

"Is this your boyfriend? His physique is okay, but one look and you know he's a Gym newbie."

He deliberately pinched his own mountain-like biceps, "Do you want me to demonstrate the standard spotting technique for you?"

Jiang Jing narrowed his eyes.

This Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng was clearly here to hit on her, and his methods were quite clumsy—elevating himself by belittling him.

"No need, we..."

Zhou Wenying bit her lower lip gently, an action that made three members who were secretly watching nearby almost drop their dumbbells on their feet.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng waved his hand, looking very generous as he said: "Why be so polite? I have an obligation to correct your non-standard movements; this is for your own safety!"

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng didn't wait for an answer and lay directly on the bench press chair: "Watch closely, the standard movement is like this."

He easily pushed up the barbell and did ten perfect presses, deliberately tensing his muscles each time, making the veins bulge out like earthworms.

"Wow! So amazing!" Some female members nearby clapped in cooperation, their eyes full of admiration.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng became even more smug and said to two boys nearby: "Load the weight to the max for me; don't let others think I'm weak and can't lift it!"

The lackeys immediately did as told, grunting as they added 60kg.

Apart from slightly heavy breathing, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's movements remained standard.

It was evident he had real substance.

After finishing a set, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng stood up and displayed his thick arms: "This is what's called fitness!

Some people train for years and still have thin arms and legs, looking the part but useless."

He glanced pointedly at Jiang Jing, "Especially those pretty boys who rely on their faces to eat; apart from coaxing little girls, they're useless."

Normally, as a coach at the Gym, one wouldn't say such brainless things.

But out of a desire to show off in front of a beauty, his IQ plummeted, and he didn't even consider the consequences...

Several burly men working out nearby had already gathered around, their faces wearing expressions of watching a good show.

One of the muscular men wearing a baseball cap chimed in:

"Coach Liu is a provincial bodybuilding champion, with a max bench press of 90kg! Some people better be sensible and stop making a fool of themselves here!"

"Exactly!" Another burly man with tattooed arms echoed:

"Pretty lady, training with a weakling like this is too dangerous. Why not let Coach Liu guide you personally? Guaranteed to make you progress rapidly!"

Amidst the jeers, five or six more members gathered around, mostly male, all looking at Jiang Jing with a condescending gaze.

Several female members stood on the periphery; some cast curious gazes at Jiang Jing, while others whispered about the rudeness of Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng and the others.

Men generally like being big and bulky; that is full of a sense of power.

Women, on the other hand, like a physique with well-proportioned, lean muscles, and Jiang Jing's physique perfectly matched their aesthetic.

"Brother Jiang Jing..." Zhou Wenying tugged at Jiang Jing's sleeve, her eyes filled with apology and a hint of worry.

She hadn't expected things to develop like this; originally, she just wanted to come to the Gym and incidentally seduce Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing watched Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's performance very calmly.

Seeing that Jiang Jing didn't speak, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng became even more unscrupulous:

"How about this, let's have a competition? You can choose whatever you want to compete in; the loser treats the winner to protein powder, how about it?"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained white by protein powder, "Of course, if you don't dare, you can admit defeat now."

A round of jeering broke out in the surroundings.

Other members in the Gym also gathered around one after another, and some had even taken out their phones to start recording.

(Everyone, if you have any beauties you want, you can tell me the name, image, and background of the beauty, and I will arrange it if I have the chance!)