206: Chapter 203 Do you know kung fu?

After two consecutive days of such a peaceful life, Li Changsheng felt as if he had just arrived in the United States, or perhaps even more comfortable than back then.

Because there were no noisy, laughing, and cursing voices from the maintenance workers downstairs at night, there was less of the hustle and bustle of everyday life, making it even more peaceful.

After finishing his run as usual in the morning, Li Changsheng generally had the habit of watching the morning or evening news back in his home country.

However, it was quite strange here. Logically speaking, the United States prides itself on being a developed country and very open.

Yet their news was outrageous; it almost exclusively broadcasted local weather, traffic, accidents, and so on. Even if an eight-magnitude earthquake occurred, they would only briefly report it in five minutes.

Apart from that, they had no international news. Well... one could only say they were indeed very double-standard; they were used to calling China closed-off, yet they themselves were hoodwinking their own public too much.

Moreover, there was another characteristic here: there were very few pedestrians on the streets, unless it was in popular areas like Times Square or Central Park.

Of course, Chinatown was an exception because there were many Chinese people there; generally speaking, there were indeed very few pedestrians on ordinary streets.

Li Changsheng felt this deeply, and he thought it was really quite similar to Gotham City.

Furthermore, there was one rather good thing here, which was quite similar to China: cars would always yield to pedestrians, otherwise the FBI would definitely rule it as the driver's fault.

As for the FBI's attitude toward Asian people, Li Changsheng felt it was actually not bad.

However, Li Changsheng always felt this was because the FBI thought Asians were more honest, especially when the FBI knew you were Chinese; they would appear even more harmonious.

They might even just tell you to be careful if you walked past them holding a fruit knife.

If it were a Black person, there would be no question about it; it would definitely be a warning at gunpoint.

Li Changsheng felt this might be the good upbringing of Chinese people, as they really didn't like to cause trouble. Of course, he couldn't quite draw a conclusion about the actual situation.

After eating some breakfast delivered by Xiao Zhang, Li Changsheng headed toward the gym.

He had paid the money and didn't want to waste it, so he might as well experience the services here every day.

Arriving at the gym, Coach Bob, who was originally instructing students, saw him and, after saying a word to the students, hurried over to greet him with a smile.

"Hi, Bruce Lee!" Coach Bob looked as if he had seen his idol.

Li Changsheng felt a bit helpless and sighed: "Coach Bob, it's true my name is Li, but it's not Bruce Lee. You can call me Li, or Mr. Li."

"Mm, I got it, Mr. Bruce Lee!"

Coach Bob was still smiling happily.

Li Changsheng shook his head, too lazy to continue arguing about this matter.

"Bruce Lee, are you going to try strength training or cardio first?"

"Strength training first!"

Because he had already gone for a run, Li Changsheng didn't intend to do more cardio, but instead went to the locker room to change his clothes and started training.

Because he was going to work out, he simply bought a light, thin vest, which made it easier to move his muscles and bones.

After putting on such unrestrictive clothing, Li Changsheng's physique indeed looked a size smaller compared to the muscular hunks in the gym.

However, Li Changsheng's muscles were not too small in proportion to his overall build; they belonged to the "just right" type.

"It's truly incredible, how on earth did you manage three hundred kilograms!"

Looking at Li Changsheng's physique, Coach Bob was very emotional.

He completely couldn't imagine how Li Changsheng's physique could handle that kind of weight.

Ignoring Coach Bob's praise, Li Changsheng first warmed up with a weight of one hundred kilograms, then gradually increased it to one hundred and fifty kilograms.

Finally, Li Changsheng adjusted the weight to two hundred and fifty kilograms for squat training.

Every time, Li Changsheng's movements were very slow; he was fully feeling the contraction, expansion, and exertion of his muscles.

Of course, for training like squats, if your range of motion is too large, it's not good either, as it easily injures the knees and abdomen.

Having been working out for a while, Li Changsheng also understood some knowledge within the fitness circle.

Squats are known as the "ace move" in the fitness circle.

There is a saying: if men do squats, women can't handle it; if women do squats, men can't handle it; if both do squats, the bed can't handle it.

Of course, this saying is a bit exaggerated, but it is definitely an exercise that can significantly increase the body's natural secretion of testosterone.

In other words, doing squats can improve muscle growth efficiency.

Coach Bob, who was on the side, was stunned again.

"Good God, you've already done thirty-five! Are you sure you don't want to take a break?"

Coach Bob's brain was a bit dazed; previously, when Li Changsheng did the squat test, he had only barely scratched the surface, but this time he had started training seriously.

Insane!

"My God, my idol Ronnie can only do 363-kilogram squats, and he can only do a very small number. I feel like you could add another few dozen kilograms!"

Looking at Li Changsheng, who only had a slightly flushed face, Coach Bob felt his world was shocked once again.

He really wanted to know to what extent this Chinese youth could go.

After finishing what Li Changsheng considered a set of fifty, he finally put down the barbell to rest for a while.

Normally, a set of about eight was enough, but Li Changsheng was mainly doing it to activate his body, using a lower weight to test the feeling first.

Who knows what Coach Bob's reaction would be if he knew what Li Changsheng was thinking.

"Don't you need to instruct other students?"

Seeing that Coach Bob was still beside him, Li Changsheng frowned.

If you stay like this, I won't be able to continue increasing the weight!

"No, no, no!"

Coach Bob shrugged, looked left and right, and said helplessly: "Li, do you think there's any need for me to instruct anyone else right now?"

Li Changsheng turned his head and realized that the area around him was already surrounded by people.

There were both Black and White people, with only a few scattered yellow-skinned people.

Seeing Li Changsheng look over, everyone gave a thumbs up and simultaneously egged him on to increase the weight further.

This was also the atmosphere here; when they saw a big shot, they always wanted to see how much weight the big shot could handle.

Li Changsheng frowned; although he could still go up to over three hundred kilograms, it was truly a bit exaggerated.

After all, his physique was right there. For others to be able to squat three hundred and thirty kilograms, they were usually very heavy themselves; the tonnage was different.

Just as Li Changsheng was hesitating.

Coach Bob seemed to have remembered something, walked over, and asked with an inquisitive face.

"Li! Tell me the truth, do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Yes, you, that kind of mysterious Eastern power, Qi!"

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng was suspicious.

His level of Internal Martial Arts and Health-preserving Qigong had indeed cultivated a decent amount of Qi, but how did this foreigner figure it out?

"Li, haven't you noticed that every time you finish training, it's like you just came out of a sauna?"

As he said this, Coach Bob pointed at the top of Li Changsheng's head.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng was speechless.

He didn't expect that what they considered Qi was this kind of external manifestation, but it was really a case of stumbling upon the truth by accident.