16: Chapter 16 Auntie doesn't want you to work hard anymore.

Chapter 16: Aunty Doesn't Want You to Work Hard Anymore

"My kid is skinny as a monkey and always gets bullied at school..."

It turned out a middle-aged man was inquiring about the courses.

He wanted to sign his child up for a winter break class to exercise and build up his body, but he was afraid learning to fight might turn his child bad.

"Of course you can, big brother."

"Students nowadays face a lot of academic pressure. Their Physique is getting worse, and their personalities are becoming more introverted."

"Signing your child up for a combat sports class isn't to teach them to fight, but to give them the courage to say no to bullying. As the saying goes, 'Throw one punch to avoid a hundred punches'..."

The two female colleagues introduced enthusiastically, praising their combat courses to the high heavens.

They almost painted it as a famous orthodox sect from a Wuxia novel, where mastering ultimate martial arts allows one to walk the world alone and act heroically.

Fang Cheng reined in his slacking mind.

Then he stood in front of the table and called out loudly, acting as a human billboard to attract customers.

Perhaps it was the effect of the poster ad, or perhaps it was the bonus of Fang Cheng's image and temperament.

More and more people came to inquire and sign up.

More than half of them were young female white-collar workers or wealthy ladies with time to spare, along with a few older men and young guys joining the fun.

Seeing this, the two female colleagues seized the opportunity to promote heavily.

"Sisters, if you want to lose weight, shape up, or learn self-defense against perverts, you can come visit and learn at the club first before making a decision."

"We have a promotion right now: twenty percent off all courses, plus an extra discount if you refer someone!"

Some paid a deposit with great trust, saying that seeing such handsome staff at the club meant the fitness results would definitely not be bad.

Some also asked about the price difference between "group classes" and "private coaching."

"Group classes build the foundation. If you want to advance, we also offer one-on-one personal guidance, so the price is a bit higher."

"Then I'll buy twenty sessions and book this handsome guy as my private coach!"

The speaker sounded very confident, clearly a wealthy woman of refined taste.

"Ahem, he's not a coach..."

"What a pity..."

Facing some flirting words and occasional passionate gazes...

This time, Fang Cheng remained very calm, handing out flyers composedly and answering every customer's inquiry in detail.

Because he had decisively activated the Focus Skill.

All the noise around his ears seemed to turn into emotionless electronic announcements, unable to stir a single ripple in his mind.

The Domain where "Focus" could be useful was far beyond just studying and exercising; it applied equally to work.

At this moment, with a steadfast gaze and a proper attitude, his performance could be called that of the ultimate, most hardworking model worker.

However, this also seemed to prove the saying: a serious man is the most charming.

Looking at Fang Cheng's cool face, those female customers' eyes couldn't help but sparkle brighter.

Without realizing it, the clamor gradually dissipated and returned to quietness.

Finally, it was time to pack up the stall.

Fang Cheng let out a long breath.

Then he opened his palm and looked at the slip of paper that someone had slipped into his hand earlier.

On the paper, a line of flirtatious text was glaringly written:

"Young man, Aunty doesn't want you to work hard anymore. Contact number XXXXXX."

Fang Cheng bared his teeth and glanced at the two chatty women beside him.

He quickly crumpled the note into a ball and quietly threw it into a trash can not far away.

The two female colleagues were still in high spirits, discussing which restaurant to go to for a buffet after work.

Fang Cheng's face was full of fatigue as his gaze fell upon the skill panel.

[Focus Lv1 (87/250)]

Gaining 6 experience points for an afternoon's work seemed pretty good, but it also consumed a lot of mental energy.

Speaking of which, it was more exhausting and draining than normal exercise.

Fang Cheng rubbed his temples, his brows tightly furrowed.

Even with the aid of the skill, he had tried his best to patiently practice his eloquence and social skills.

Yet there was always an uncomfortable feeling of being forced into something against his will.

Thinking about how, as a lawyer in the future, he would need to face even noisier and more complex scenarios, Fang Cheng couldn't help feeling a bit daunted.

Following a conventional workplace life seemed to suit him less and less.

Besides, his ambitions lay elsewhere to begin with...

His maternal grandfather's illness and expectations for a championship athlete flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes instantly darkened:

"I need to find a way to escape this current predicament..."

After packing things up, the tables and chairs were left in place.

Tomorrow morning, the recruitment work would continue.

Fang Cheng picked up the folded display stand and walked back to the club with his female colleagues.

Passing the corner near the elevator, he noticed that an ad display was set up here as well.

The portrait photo on the poster was not a sports star or a young, beautiful model.

Instead, it was an old man in a white practice suit with a kind and loving expression.

"Ma-style Tai Chi Sect Head, famous Qigong Great Master and health cultivation expert, personally imparting ultimate techniques! Don't miss out as you pass by, come take a look!"

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A burly man stood near the elevator, shouting loudly in a rasping, broken voice.

However, people passing by, seeing his bear-like build and the tattoos on his hands, all gave him a wide berth.

"Ma Donghe?"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

What a coincidence to run into him again.

Looking at his dark, broad face and the thick stack of undistributed flyers in his hand...

A sudden sense of shared misfortune arose from the depths of Fang Cheng's heart.

Just then, a yellow-haired youth happened to pass by in front of them, walking with an arrogant, sway-backed gait, looking very cocky.

Ma Donghe suddenly bellowed, "Halt!"

Immediately, he leaped and kicked the yellow-haired youth's butt, then forcibly stuffed an ad flyer into his hand.

The yellow-haired youth seemed stunned, standing obediently without daring to move.

This fierce and terrifying aura scared the few people coming behind as well, making them all stop dead in their tracks.

Coerced by brute intimidation, the group had no choice but to submissively accept the flyers handed out one by one by Ma Donghe.

Then, as if standing in punishment, they gathered in a circle and patiently listened to him explain what "Tai Chi Qigong" was and why Great Master Ma was so outstanding.

Meanwhile, the yellow-haired youth, having accomplished his duty, quietly slipped away afterwards.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly and kept walking forward.

Truth be told, Ma Donghe had also practiced combat sports and was quite strong.

If not for his identity and not wanting to get involved with the underworld...

Fang Cheng would be quite willing to become sparring partners with him, exchanging pointers to gain combat experience.

When he returned to the club, it was around five-thirty.

There was no night shift today, and the cleaning of the facility had just finished.

A group of colleagues from the Logistics Department were chatting idly, waiting to clock out when the time came.

Walking into the locker room, Fang Cheng could clearly feel that everyone's gazes seemed a bit different.

The news of his transfer to the Marketing Department had probably spread.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much mind to it. He gathered his clothes and quickly walked out the door.

At this moment, a preliminary idea had already formed in his mind.

Walking to Training Hall No. 1...

He saw Xu Maocai, the head coach of the Sanda Department, who had just finished instructing a few elite students and was preparing to leave work as well.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he walked straight up to him.

"Coach, I want to learn Sanda!"

Of course.

The above was merely his true inner thought.

Fang Cheng carefully weighed his words and said in a tactful tone:

"Coach Xu, I'm quite interested in the operational work of the Sanda Department. Could I apply for an internship with you for a period of time?"

Hearing this, Coach Xu was startled at first, but then a smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum on his face.

He hurriedly took Fang Cheng's hands and shook them vigorously:

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Fang, you are truly... truly a fine young man..."

For someone whose recent sales performance had been poor, this request was practically an unexpected delight.