38: Chapter 38 Super Physique

Chapter 38 Super Physique

The faucet was turned on.

The showerhead sprayed.

The water rushed down like a waterfall, splashing over his head.

"Comfortable————"

Fang Cheng closed his eyes contentedly and let out a long breath.

He let the cold tap water flow over his face, chest, hands, and feet, washing away the sweat and heat all over his body.

Being able to take a refreshing shower after a workout was simply the most exhilarating thing in life.

Wiping his face hard with both hands, Fang Cheng opened his eyes.

Afterwards, he adjusted the water outlet tap toward the direction of the red arrow.

The cold water quickly turned into hot water of over forty degrees Celsius.

Feeling the tingling sensation brought by the alternation of cold and heat, Fang Cheng squeezed out some body wash, smeared it all over his body, and scrubbed rapidly.

A few minutes later.

He changed into a clean tank top and shorts, pulled back the curtain, stepped into slippers, and walked out of the shower room.

He only felt that after taking a bath, the pores all over his body were refreshed and clear.

The toxins, stress, and anxiety accumulated from long-term exercise were all washed away.

While drying his hair with a towel, Fang Cheng walked over to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

His muscles were robust and his figure well-proportioned.

The bruises left behind from the group fight with a bunch of punks at the night market had long since vanished without a trace.

His arms, shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs all looked as if they had been re-sculpted, their lines becoming smooth and powerful.

Especially his abdomen, where the contours of his six-pack abs were clearly visible, making one unable to resist wanting to reach out and touch them.

Slender in clothes, robust out of them.

Perhaps that described what he looked like right now.

Fang Cheng clenched his fist hard, feeling the sense of power filling his body, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

"The feeling of getting stronger is really great!"

With the special effect blessing of The Aloof, the workout effect was significantly enhanced.

The muscle dimensions grew visibly to the naked eye.

Now that his Physique had increased to 20 points, his body's recovery speed also began to show signs far surpassing ordinary people.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the panel to review the gains of this morning workout.

[Focus Experience + 5]

[Boxing Experience + 7]

[Sanda Experience + 10]

[Push-up Experience + 41]

[Squat Experience + 46]

[Leg Raise Experience + 30]

[Pull-up Experience + 30]

[Back Bridge Experience + 30]

Among them, the experience growth rate of the five fitness skills almost reached 3 times.

In order to verify the actual effect of 20 points of Physique.

After his daily training, Fang Cheng specially increased the intensity and conducted extreme supplementary training.

Within an hour and a half, he completed a total of 500 pike Push-ups, 500 single-leg Squats, and 90 Back Bridges.

Then he grabbed the bedroom door frame with his hands, doing 120 Pull-ups and 120 Hanging Leg Raises continuously.

Until he was exhausted, he used Potential Activation and revived with full health.

This was probably the current physical limit of this body of his.

Even among those world-champion-level athletes, he definitely belonged to the elite.

Fang Cheng pondered inwardly, turning his gaze to a skill on the panel that was in a gray Seal state.

"Potential Activation..."

If it weren't for catching up on progress and purposely doing extra training.

20 points of Physique was already more than enough to cope with twice the training intensity of the past.

Coupled with the increase in mental attributes, unlocking new skills became relatively much easier.

Perhaps he could consider retaining the cooldown time of Potential Activation and use it as a true trump card...

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.

Fang Cheng admired his figure for a moment and didn't delay any longer.

He immediately put on his coat, picked up the bag containing his clothes, and walked outside.

This was a public bathhouse, opened next to the Tubular Building where he lived.

Because there was no private bathroom at home, if Fang Cheng wanted to take a shower usually, he could only trouble himself to walk a few more steps.

Fortunately, the fee was relatively cheap; taking a hot shower cost only five yuan within half an hour.

Several middle-aged women were sitting at the door chatting, and seeing Fang Cheng come out, their gazes cast over one after another.

"Hello, Auntie Li."

Fang Cheng greeted casually.

Every time after finishing his morning workout on a rest day, he would come here to take a shower, and he was already very familiar with the bathhouse proprietress.

It was just that the gazes of these middle-aged women were really too fiery, making him feel somewhat ashamed.

"Good, good, good."

Auntie Li was all smiles and nodded repeatedly in response.

Looking at Fang Cheng's departing back, her gaze was satisfied as she muttered:

"He's handsome, has a good figure, and is so gentle and clean. What a great young man. How wonderful it would be if he could be my son-in-law..."

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

Hearing her muttering to herself, an auntie next to her changed her expression slightly.

Then lowering her voice, she gossiped:

"I heard people say that Fang Cheng's deceased old man is a murderer, Sister Li, you should be a bit careful oh."

"Is that so?"

Auntie Li glanced at her indifferently:

"Last time at the vegetable market, how come I saw you chatting with Biyun and wanting to introduce your own daughter to Fang Cheng?"

Hearing this, that auntie was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly diverted the topic.

The conversation between the two of them also made the minds of several other women active.

Ordinary people valued character and ability.

Family background and things like that were what rich people cared about.

To put it harshly, those living here were all at the bottom of society, a mix of all kinds of people.

If one really dug deep into eight generations of ancestors, no one's foundation was much better than anyone else's.

Therefore, a child with such a decent appearance, self-discipline, and upward drive was a potential stock in the eyes of the neighbors, a popular commodity worth fighting for.

If they waited another year or two, I'm afraid it wouldn't be their turn anymore.

"Ten big beef-stuffed buns, two bags of soy milk, please pack them for me..."

Fang Cheng stood in front of the breakfast stall downstairs, taking out his wallet from his pants pocket with one hand.

Due to his high mental attributes.

At the bathhouse diagonally across, the gossip whispered behind their backs by those neighbor aunties could still be clearly heard.

"A-Cheng, are you resting today? Your appetite is so good?"

The shopkeeper was an honest middle-aged uncle, asking with a smile while using tongs to pack meat buns into a plastic bag.

Fang Cheng also smiled and nodded in response, without making much explanation.

Afterwards, carrying the two bags and stepping on the muddy puddles, he walked slowly home.

When approaching the Tubular Building, he saw an electric tricycle delivering gas tanks parked at the entrance.

Two people were standing in front of the vehicle, and the sound of bargaining and arguing came over.

"50 yuan? So expensive!"

"Big brother, is 20 okay?"

"We came out to work on such a cold day, and we only add 5 yuan per floor for you."

"It's not cold today either, the sun is out, make it a bit cheaper, just give a 50% discount..."

Zhou Xiumei wasn't wearing a scarf like usual, her chubby little mouth chattering endlessly.

Holding her wallet, she took out a few banknotes and tried hard to shove them into the hands of a short, stocky gas delivery worker.

However, the gas delivery worker shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, refusing to agree.

"Sorry, let me do it."

At this moment, a tall and thin figure walked between the two of them and directly reached out to take the gas tank placed on the ground.

Zhou Xiumei turned her eyes to look, her small mouth slightly open as if startled, and hurriedly advised:

"Brother Cheng, it's too heavy, you can't carry it..."

Seeing this, the gas delivery worker muttered with dissatisfaction:

"If there's a man at home, you should've said so earlier. You wasted so much breath, what a pain..."

Fang Cheng grabbed the guard of the gas tank with one hand, gave it a casual lift, and walked toward the stairs with it.

Nearly fifty kilograms, the steel tank filled with liquefied gas was as light and simple as a carton of milk in his hands.

Seeing this scene, the gas delivery worker widened his eyes and immediately shut his mouth.

But Zhou Xiumei's pink cheeks blushed as she followed behind at a loss.