74: Chapter 74 Perfect Muscle Form

Ten minutes later, in the fourth-floor VIP lounge.

Chen Fan sat on a sofa by the window, holding a glass of lemonade just poured by a waiter, his gaze wandering casually over the inner courtyard outside.

The sound of the elevator doors opening echoed, followed by the sound of footsteps—two people.

Zhang Li walked in front, followed by a woman.

The woman was wearing a black training outfit, her hair tied in a low ponytail. She wore no makeup, but her features were sharp, and there was a hint of spiritedness in her brows and eyes. She was still holding a towel, clearly having just finished a class and not yet had time to put it down.

Zhang Li brought her over to Chen Fan.

"Mr. Chen, this is Coach Zhao Wenjie." She stepped aside to introduce her, then looked at Zhao Wenjie. "Wenjie, this is our gym's distinguished Black Diamond member, Mr. Chen Fan."

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hello."

Chen Fan stood up and shook her hand.

Zhao Wenjie looked Chen Fan up and down. "Mr. Chen, looking at your physique, I assume you've worked out before?"

"Yes, I've trained at home before, but it was just bodyweight training."

"In that case, I'll perform a body assessment for you, and then I'll create a training plan based on your actual situation. Does that sound okay to you?"

"That's fine."

... Twenty minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, your net height is 1.85 meters," Zhao Wenjie said, pointing to a line of data on the paper. "Your current weight is 82 kilograms, and your BMI is 24.1, which is on the higher end of the normal range."

Zhao Wenjie continued, "Mr. Chen, please take off your top so I can check your muscle dimensions."

Chen Fan was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at Zhao Wenjie, hesitating slightly.

Zhao Wenjie's expression remained normal, her tone devoid of any ripples. "Don't misunderstand; I need to measure your vital statistics."

She paused, then added, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the locker room and put on a tank top, but it should be form-fitting. Loose clothing won't show the details."

After hearing this, Chen Fan didn't hesitate any longer.

He lifted his T-shirt from the hem, pulled it up, took it off, and tossed it casually onto the back of the sofa.

Zhao Wenjie walked over with a measuring tape and began to take measurements.

Two minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, your chest circumference is 102, waist is 79, and your arm circumference in a pumped state is 35. Your overall muscle dimensions are at the level of someone who has been working out for half a year. However, your frame is broad, and most importantly, your muscle morphology is perfect. There will be absolutely no problem in training for a great-looking physique."

Chen Fan looked at her and asked, "Does that mean my muscles look good?"

"Yes. Take abs, for example—some people might have eight-pack abs, but they aren't symmetrical, and the sizes vary, so they don't look good. Your muscles, however, are standard square shapes, symmetrical left to right, and consistent in size, which is more aesthetically pleasing. The same goes for your chest muscles; your pectoral lines are smooth, the proportions are good, and the shape is even better. It's just pleasing to look at."

Chen Fan was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the Fitness Saint Body talent to be so overpowered—training for one month was equivalent to three or four months for an ordinary person, and even his muscle morphology had become perfect.

After the assessment, Zhao Wenjie created a training plan for Chen Fan.

There was originally an accompanying diet plan, but upon seeing items like boiled chicken breast and broccoli, Chen Fan rejected it without a second thought.

With the Fitness Saint Body talent, he only needed to increase his training intensity; he didn't need to follow her dietary advice at all.

Zhao Wenjie didn't insist when Chen Fan rejected the diet plan.

As a Black Diamond member, Chen Fan was God, and God could eat whatever He wanted.

After finalizing the training plan, Zhao Wenjie began today's training with Chen Fan.

While it was called training, it felt more like teaching.

It started with a simple dynamic warm-up to loosen up the shoulders and hip joints.

Then, Zhao Wenjie taught him a few basic movements—bodyweight squats, the movement pattern for bent-over rows, and how to depress the shoulders and retract the scapulae during bench presses.

For each movement, he first used an empty barbell to get a feel for it, while she watched from the side, stepping in from time to time to adjust his posture.

After the training session, Zhao Wenjie was somewhat surprised by Chen Fan's performance. She hadn't expected Chen Fan to have such good talent, and not just in terms of static talent like muscle morphology. His strength, endurance, and coordination were also excellent.

... Two hours later, after finishing his training, Chen Fan felt like his body was no longer his own.

He was drenched in sweat, feeling sticky, and his clothes were clinging to his body, which was incredibly uncomfortable.

He tugged at his collar and glanced toward the locker room, suddenly remembering that there was a spa upstairs in this gym.

As a Black Diamond member, he could use it for free with unlimited access.

He picked up the towel he had draped nearby, hung it around his neck, turned, and walked toward the elevator. He pressed the button for the third floor.

The third floor was the SPA center.

At the front desk was a girl wearing a white robe-style uniform. Seeing him enter, she bowed slightly.

"Good evening, sir. This is the SPA area. May I ask if you are—"

Chen Fan handed over the Black Diamond card.

The girl took it, glanced at it, and the smile on her face immediately warmed up a few degrees.

"Hello, Mr. Chen. Black Diamond members, please come this way." She walked out from behind the front desk and guided him to the side. "What service would you like to have today? Or would you like to use our spa facilities first?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment.

"Let's soak first."

"Very well, please come this way."

The girl led him inside and pushed open a glass door. "The men's area is here. Inside, there are heated soaking pools, massage tubs, a steam room, and a wet sauna. Once you go in, there will be someone to assist you. Bathrobes and slippers have already been prepared."

She paused, then added, "If you need massage services after your soak, you can press the call button inside, or come out to the front desk and find me to make an appointment."

Chen Fan nodded and pushed the door open.

Inside was a changing area. The lighting was dimmer, with only a few wall lamps emitting a warm yellow glow.

After changing into a disposable bathrobe, Chen Fan went to the heated soaking pool. The water was crystal clear, shimmering with a faint light blue glow, and a thin layer of steam floated on the surface.

Chen Fan took off his bathrobe, hung it on a nearby hook, and slowly walked down the steps along the edge of the pool.

The water submerged his calves, thighs, waist, and abdomen, finally reaching his chest.

He leaned against the pool wall and let out a long sigh.

The fatigue accumulated from two hours of training seemed to be softened, dissolved, and washed away by this pool of warm water. His shoulders slowly relaxed, his legs didn't feel as swollen anymore, and even the chaotic thoughts in his mind faded away.

There was a row of small buttons by the side of the pool. He pressed one at random, and a stream of water immediately surged out from behind, hitting him right on the lower back. Chen Fan closed his eyes.

He soaked like this for about ten minutes, feeling dazed and nearly drifting off to sleep, until the sound of light footsteps reached the side of the pool. He opened his eyes.

A girl wearing a white bathrobe was crouching by the pool, her long hair loosely tied at the back of her head, revealing a fair neck. She was holding a tray with a few drinks that could have been juice or alcohol.

"Mr. Chen, would you like something to drink? We have orange juice, lemonade, and champagne."

"I'll have an orange juice."

The girl nodded, picked up a glass of orange juice from the tray, handed it to Chen Fan with both hands, and then left.

Lying in the warm pool water, having someone bring you orange juice when you're thirsty—this feeling was truly quite nice.

After soaking for a few more minutes, Chen Fan felt he had soaked enough.

He leaned against the pool wall and reached out to press the call button nearby.

Less than a minute later, the sound of light footsteps came from the entrance. The girl who had brought the orange juice earlier pushed the door open, stood by the pool, and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Chen, how can I help you?"

"I want a SPA treatment." Chen Fan said concisely.

The girl nodded, a professional smile on her face. "Very well, please wait a moment while I arrange a therapist for you. Please get up and change, then head directly to the massage area; someone will be there to assist you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and retreated out.