138: Chapter 138 A Suspected Old Friend Arrives

Chapter 138: An Apparent Old Acquaintance Approaches

At noon, a little past 12 o'clock.

The originally quiet and peaceful training camp base building had now become unusually noisy.

Several tour buses were parked in the square in front of the door, and tourists carrying bags and pushing suitcases could be seen everywhere.

Tour guides raised their loudspeakers, waved small flags, and endlessly shouted for group members to line up and keep close.

Heads bobbed and voices hummed; the scene was so lively that it felt as though this place had turned into some well-known scenic resort.

When Fang Cheng hurried back to the base after finishing his underwater training, he couldn't help feeling somewhat surprised looking at the scene before him.

He almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.

However, Fang Cheng didn't have time to care about this matter right now.

Because lunchtime was almost over, the cafeteria was about to close.

With hurried steps, he pushed through the crowded people and quickly arrived at the cafeteria hall on the west side of the first floor.

Only to find that there were also many people here, occupying almost all the dining tables, and most of them were unfamiliar faces.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng let out a sigh of relief, though in his heart he was even more puzzled.

After lining up and getting his food, he glanced around and caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd.

Pan Wendi was also having his meal at this time, and there happened to be an empty seat next to him.

Fang Cheng immediately picked up his tray, walked over quickly, and claimed the seat first.

"Little Ma, where did you run off to after class ended? I couldn't even find a shadow of you."

Raising his head to look at the suddenly appearing Fang Cheng, Pan Wendi couldn't help asking.

Then he sniffed with his nose, let out a soft exclamation of surprise, and looked him up and down rather curiously:

"Why is there a salty, fishy smell on your body, almost like seafood?"

Fang Cheng sat down heavily and replied casually:

"I went swimming just now."

Hearing this, Pan Wendi immediately expressed dissatisfaction:

"When you went to play by the seaside alone, why didn't you call me along? It's only fun when there are more people."

Fang Cheng didn't continue chatting idly with him; he quickly picked up his chopsticks, grabbed some dishes—mushroom gluten, broccoli braised with tofu—and shoved them fiercely into his mouth.

Then he lowered his head and shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth forcefully.

Watching Fang Cheng's ravenous appearance, Pan Wendi couldn't help shaking his head and sighing:

"Every time I watch you eat, I feel like I'm already full."

Fang Cheng couldn't care less about his table manners.

Having just finished overweight-load training, his stomach had long been rumbling with hunger.

The most important thing right now was solving the issue of food intake.

After quickly finishing one portion of food, he went to get a second one.

Looking at the surrounding crowd, Fang Cheng finally had time to ask Pan Wendi:

"Where did all these tourists come from? Do you know what's going on?"

Before Pan Wendi could respond, an unfamiliar woman sitting opposite him actively took over the conversation and explained:

"We were originally staying at a hotel in the town. The Health Department staff said that an infectious disease had broken out recently and they needed to disinfect and exterminate all service places in the town, so we were arranged to stay here temporarily."

Seeing that Fang Cheng's gaze towards the woman was somewhat puzzled, Pan Wendi hurriedly explained:

"This is a customer from my gym, named Shen Lili. Everyone is from Dongdu, get to know each other."

Afterwards, he introduced Fang Cheng to the woman.

"Hello, Young Miss Shen."

Fang Cheng politely nodded toward her in acknowledgment.

Remembering that when sightseeing with the tour group the day before yesterday, he had seen her greeting Pan Wendi in the town.

This was a plump young woman with a pretty face, but her demeanor appeared rather dull, and she wore old-fashioned black-framed glasses.

It looked like she indeed needed to go to the gym to work out a bit and had the conditions to further improve her image and temperament.

During their chat, Fang Cheng learned the specific details of this matter from her.

These tourists were arranged to stay at the training camp base, and they would probably stay for about three days.

Furthermore, the Yongan Island officials also provided them with compensation, not only covering food and lodging, but also offering two free Meditation classes.

Several tour buses had arrived successively today, totaling more than two hundred people.

It is said that in the next two days, other tour groups and backpackers will also come over.

Pan Wendi smiled and said:

"Anyway, we still have quite a few empty rooms here. This place is quiet enough at night to see ghosts; having more people and making it livelier is for the best."

Shen Lili didn't say much; after finishing her meal, she bade farewell and left.

Then, Pan Wendi also seemed to have something to do and prepared to make a trip to the town.

Fang Cheng therefore returned to his dormitory alone.

There were no classes in the afternoon; it belonged to free activity time.

Staying in the room alone happened to afford him peace and quiet.

He first took a shower, then washed the clothes and pants he had changed out of, and hung them up to dry in front of the window.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated for a moment to relieve his physical exhaustion.

The environment of weighted underwater training actually had a greater impact on the body's internal organs than on the outer muscles.

Without a single error, every internal aspect was examined one by one!

Because of the pressure difference between the exterior and interior, it would squeeze the internal organs out of shape, causing obstacles to organ activity, and even causing serious problems in the body's entire physiological System.

At the same time, water pressure would also affect the distribution of blood in various parts of the body. The heart needed greater force to pump blood to maintain blood circulation, thereby leading to increased blood pressure, more difficult breathing, cerebral ischemia and hypoxia, and so on.

It could be said that every second of the training process was challenging the limit, and the difficulties that needed to be overcome were far greater than imagined.

Ultimately, it also caused the body to become fatigued much more easily than before.

However.

As long as it could be maintained within a moderate range, this training method utilizing a high-pressure environment was definitely the ultimate secret method for exercising the strength of the body's internal organs.

Persisting in it for a long time would be enough to allow him to possess muscles as strong as armor while also remaining fearless against any piercing internal damage.

After Fang Cheng practiced Meditation for a while, the stuffy feeling in his chest eased a lot.

He then opened his eyes and looked at the attribute value increase information displayed on the interface.

In just over an hour of weighted underwater exercise, his strength increased by 0.04, and agility also increased by 0.03.

The increase in Physique was even more exaggerated and incomparable, with the increased value shockingly reaching 0.15.

You must know that his Physique attribute was already as high as 33 points, and it was already very difficult to obtain relatively obvious improvements through ordinary training.

Looking at the various interface values and information presented before him.

And the Stance Training skill, which had slow progress and still needed twenty-something points of experience away from upgrading.

Fang Cheng had a hypothesis in his heart that needed verification.

Perhaps the skill most suitable for practicing underwater was not the oxygen-consuming and intensely athletic Prisoners Six Arts, but the more static Stance Training and Breathing Technique.

Whether this was correct or not would depend on the training results tomorrow.

Fang Cheng withdrew his thoughts and looked at the scenery outside the window; the sky was still early.

Right now, his body needed adequate rest and could not continue exercising.

The Meditation skill was also not suitable for long-term practice, so as not to expose his own secrets.

Staying in the room was quite stuffy, so Fang Cheng walked out the door and strolled around casually.

Unconsciously, he came near the Meditation hall.

He saw that this special building dedicated to practicing Meditation had its doors tightly closed.

Yet lights shone through the white curtains in a hazy manner.

It seemed that quite a few of those newly arrived tourists had chosen to participate in the free Meditation practice class.

Fang Cheng stood outside the door, pondering.

A faint fragrance of perfume, like jasmine, suddenly drifted into his nose.

It seemed... to have a sense of familiarity.

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and immediately turned his head to look behind him.