21: Chapter 21 The Difficult Scripture

Chapter 21: Every Family Has Its Difficulties

A bedroom only six square meters in size.

Simple decor and neatly arranged books made it look utterly ordinary.

Only a piece of homework paper pasted on the wall was particularly eye-catching.

The paper had several lines of neat and handsome handwriting written on it.

"Study", "Combat Arts", "Physical Training".

Under the physical training line, six specific training progresses were listed respectively.

"Push-up."

"Squat."

"Leg Raise."

"Pull-up."

"Back Bridge."

"Handstand Push-up."

The ends of the first three items were marked with a red √, along with the relevant dates and counts for unlocking and promotion.

Only the last three training items remained completely blank.

At this moment, the alarm clock on the desk showed the time was 7:18.

The washed-out floral curtains already let through a faint glimmer of dawn.

Fang Cheng still lay on the bed with his eyes wide open.

However, he was not lingering in bed; instead, he was conducting specialized training.

His feet were together and straight, maintaining a straight line with his upper body.

As he inhaled, he tightened his waist and abdomen, using the power of his abdominal muscles to raise his legs.

Until they were perpendicular to the ground, and then lowered them again.

"551."

"552."

"553."

"554..."

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng suddenly let out a long breath, stopped the abdominal training motion, and stared fixedly at the ceiling.

In his field of vision, a light blue light screen was rapidly brightening and enlarging.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the Expert level]

[Leg Raise lv1 (0 / 250)]

"Finally completed the goal, not easy at all!"

Looking at the training results, Fang Cheng sighed with emotion.

Then he closed his eyes, slowly adjusting his rapid breathing and heartbeat.

Affected by the weather, unable to go to the park to train, the progress bar of the Leg Raise skill had always been as slow as a tortoise.

His usual training was lying on the bed doing 300 supine straight Leg Raises.

Every 30 counted as completing a set, averaging an increase of about 1 experience point.

This level of exercise volume was actually already quite large, but the efficiency was somewhat low compared to the Push-up and Squat.

After today's routine training, Fang Cheng specially increased the intensity.

In a manner of 60 per set, he additionally trained 3 sets in a short time, enabling him to trigger the activation conditions of "Potential Activation".

Then, with the help of his stamina recovering to its Peak state, he continuously did another 74.

Finally, with an efficiency of an average increase of 1 experience point per 32, he forcibly advanced to lv1.

And thus obtained 6 free attribute rewards.

After a brief rest, Fang Cheng decisively added 4 points to Physique.

Then allocated 1 point each to Strength and Agility.

[Strength: 12]

[Agility: 11]

[Physique: 16]

[Spirit: 18]

During the upgrade process.

His muscles bulged slightly, and his blood flowed faster with a gurgling sound.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes.

Feeling the surging power within his body, he reached out and touched his gradually emerging abdominal muscles.

A narcissistic thought couldn't help but pop up.

If this body's attributes were placed in an underworld urban game, it should probably count as a mini-boss level, right?

"The current me... I wonder if I can match up against Coach Xu or Ma Donghe?"

He crawled out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and glanced at the gray sky outside.

The dark clouds had not dispersed, and the sun was still nowhere to be seen, but at least the rain was finally gradually stopping.

Pushing both windows outward, Fang Cheng took a deep breath of fresh air.

In a good mood, his training plan should also return to normal.

Suddenly, a burst of arguing came from next door, interrupting his thoughts.

He listened attentively for a moment.

It turned out that Zhou Xiumei's father, Zhou Yongnian, had come back after handling a case all night, and as soon as he entered the door, he was subjected to a head-on scolding from Auntie He.

Auntie He complained that her husband stayed away from home every night, suspecting that he had found a mistress and a paramour outside.

Zhou Yongnian anxiously explained repeatedly that there were too many cases at the police station recently, and he really didn't have time to go home; if she didn't believe him, she could call other colleagues to ask.

Hearing this, Auntie He's emotions became even more intense, her voice so sharp and piercing that probably everyone in the whole building could hear it.

Saying that after a dozen years he was still just a sesame-sized small inspector, not knowing how to collect protection fees, not knowing how to flatter superiors, implicating the whole family into only being able to live in such an old house...

Amidst the quarreling voices, there was also the crying and fussing of Zhou Xiumei's younger brother, Zhou Peng, who was only five years old.

For a moment, there was a feeling that pots, pans, bowls, and ladles were all vibrating.

No errors, first release, internal content, check one by one!

Fang Cheng shook his head and closed the window again.

Which family doesn't have a difficult scripture to chant...

He had no gossip thoughts, only thinking about his own matters.

He turned back to glance at the calendar on the wall.

December 2nd.

28 days until the postgraduate entrance examination preliminary at the end of the month.

15 days until Zheng Haokang came to the club for a tutoring class.

Fang Cheng let out a light breath, his gaze immediately turned firm, and he clenched his fist.

"Take it slowly, don't rush, as long as there is obvious progress every day..."

"Keep it up!"

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Combat Club.

Time flashed by, and it quickly reached past 9 o'clock in the evening.

It was rare that it didn't rain today, and various departments arranged night classes.

At this moment, in the training hall, the trainees had all finished class and dispersed.

The employees of the Logistics Department were busy figures one by one, doing routine Cleaning and hygiene work.

Chen Xiaohai and two good colleagues chatted and laughed as they returned to the locker room.

Then he cast his gaze towards Fang Cheng, who had long finished his work and was quietly sitting changing his shoes.

"A-Cheng, did you talk to the Human Resources Department today?"

Hearing Chen Xiaohai's inquiry, Fang Cheng understood what he was talking about, and thus raised his head to reply:

"The Human Resources Department said they can consider it, but didn't give me a reply immediately."

Chen Xiaohai smiled and said:

"Since they didn't veto it, it's eighty percent certain. Next, you should think about how to pass the physical fitness assessment of the Coaching Department."

Fang Cheng nodded.

Several colleagues nearby listening to the two talk also knew about Fang Cheng wanting to be a sparring partner.

Then they successively joined the discussion.

Some apologized to Fang Cheng, saying they had always misunderstood him before.

Only now did they understand that his purpose of usually fitness training and practicing boxing was actually to earn more money to raise surgical expenses for his maternal grandfather.

Everyone couldn't help but praise Fang Cheng profusely for being filial.

Some people also reminded Fang Cheng to know how to protect himself.

Although the sparring partner salary was high, it was very easy to get injured, and he was afraid that the club would shirk responsibility by then.

Fang Cheng had studied law and was crystal clear about this.

According to the Labor Law of the Great Xia Republic.

As long as a substantive employment relationship was established, when the employee was injured during work due to work reasons, the employer under normal circumstances was required to bear full responsibility.

Unless it was proven that the employee had intentional behavior or violated company safety regulations.

And as a sparring partner, he would inevitably spar with boxers under the coach's request, fulfilling his job duties.

To be honest, Fang Cheng was actually more worried about another problem.

If he accidentally injured the employer, how on earth should he compensate?

Off work, clocking out.

Fang Cheng picked up his backpack and followed the crowd out of the employee passageway.

Gazing at the brightly lit urban night view, a thought lingered in his mind.

Leaving early today, he planned to go to the audiovisual store to rent a few discs of Karate matches.

To advance his understanding of related knowledge and prepare for fighting against that Eastern Island Karate master.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy, you can win a hundred battles without danger.