Chapter 24: Full of Jealousy

"Hey, I'm talking to you guys."

Only then did everyone snap back to reality.

"Fine, fine, fine. Sister Jin, feel free to use it. Few students come in the afternoon; our classes are basically all in the evening."

Everyone understood now; Jin Lu really had quit her gym job for this kid.

Hearing this, Jin Lu nodded with satisfaction.

Zheng Qian, standing to the side, watched, dumbfounded.

The way Jin Lu spoke to them was like a big sister giving orders to her lackeys; not a single person dared to argue or interrupt.

"Are you Sister Jin's boyfriend? My name is Duan Qiran. Nice to meet you."

A male trainer named Duan Qiran took the initiative to reach out to Zheng Qian.

He wasn't as bulky as the others and had a medium build among the group of male trainers, but the students Duan Qiran mainly trained at the gym weren't there for fat loss or muscle gain; Chinese Kickboxing courses were his specialty.

Duan Qiran had once trained with the provincial Chinese Kickboxing team and even competed, winning two silver medals and one bronze, but later left the team due to a conflict with his coach.

That's why he jumped ship to this small gym; in terms of benefits and salary, it couldn't compare to his previous boxing gym.

He just wanted to get to know Jin Lu and see if he could develop a relationship with her; becoming boyfriend and girlfriend would be ideal.

Nice to meet you?

Zheng Qian might have been a bit unobservant, but he couldn't see a shred of happiness on Duan Qiran's face; in fact, there was even a hint of hostility in his eyes.

He understood.

This bunch of people were all Jin Lu's suitors, and they saw him as a romantic rival.

"Zheng Qian." Zheng Qian also reached out to shake his hand.

This handshake was a test from Duan Qiran toward Zheng Qian. He discovered that Zheng Qian's palms were thin and also felt calluses on his palms.

These calluses weren't from lifting weights; they were from constantly typing on a keyboard.

Duan Qiran knew what was up; this guy was just a weak scholar with no muscle and no training in any combat sports.

"I feel bad about taking up your space. Since you don't have classes this afternoon, let me hire all of you. Just watch me train from the side to make sure I don't get hurt."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

What the hell is going on?

Personal training sessions cost 300 per hour, and for someone like Duan Qiran, it was 500 per hour.

For the seven of them, that was about 3,000 per hour. Let's not even calculate too much for the afternoon—let's just say three hours—that was 10,000 spent right there.

The key thing was, they didn't even have to do anything, just stand there and watch Zheng Qian train?

Everyone understood instantly.

This kid looked fairly ordinary, but spending money with such flair meant he had to be a rich second-generation heir!

And not just any rich heir—one who could win over Jin Lu; he must be incredibly wealthy.

Zheng Qian's financial power fully explained this question.

"You… don't have to." Jin Lu glanced sideways slightly. She knew Zheng Qian wanted to put these guys in their place, but she could buy so many meals of meat for Zheng Qian with that 10,000.

With her around, who would dare bully Zheng Qian?

"It's fine. I can't just use their private training area for nothing. Charge it." Zheng Qian pulled out a bank card.

His behavior seemed to be telling everyone: I never take advantage of others; I have plenty of money.

It's just 10,000; what does that even amount to?

It didn't even amount to the spare change in his bank account.

A male trainer took the bank card, ran to the front desk, and swiped it for three hours—about 10,000—before happily returning the card to Zheng Qian.

"Brother Qian, why don't you start with some stretches and warm-up exercises with Sister Jin? I'll go get you a towel."

"Brother Qian, I'll go get your water. Would you like ice water or room temperature?"

"Brother Qian, I'll go mix you a protein shake for quick energy recovery."

"Let me know what you're planning to train later, and I'll go ahead and clear the area for you."

"Brother Qian…"

The group instantly turned into Zheng Qian's lapdogs.

Only Duan Qiran frowned tightly.

Damn it, was all that muscle training for nothing? Are they all spineless?

Acting like dogs in front of the goddess? Have they no shame?

It wasn't that they had no shame; it was just completely unnecessary.

He was Jin Lu's boyfriend now. They hadn't had much of a chance to get close to Jin Lu before, and now they had even less.

Zheng Qian had thrown his money around and hired them for the afternoon, requiring them to do nothing, so they obviously had to serve him well!

If Zheng Qian happened to like them and thought they were decent, who knew? They might just hit it big and end up working under him.

"Sigh…" Jin Lu had wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't speak.

Afterward, Zheng Qian began his stretching exercises, and Jin Lu personally stepped in to help him correct his form and stretch his ligaments.

After stretching, he began working on some simple equipment.

Jin Lu's knowledge in this area was very strong, and she guided Zheng Qian very professionally.

Zheng Qian felt that Jin Lu was truly amazing; no wonder she could easily put her legs behind her shoulders with a figure like that…

As for the other male personal trainers, their tasks were just handing over towels and water from the side.

Some even took the initiative to wipe Zheng Qian's sweat.

"Uh… I'll wipe my own sweat. You guys go take a break and stop following me."

Zheng Qian regretted hiring them.

Because these guys were just too attentive…

Every time he switched equipment, they followed behind like little tag-alongs, constantly cheering him on. It was quite a sight in the gym.

Now they were even offering to wipe his sweat.

In the last half hour, Zheng Qian had received who knows how many strange looks, which made him very embarrassed.

"Go, go, go. All of you, go take a break." Jin Lu spoke up as well.

At this moment, Duan Qiran walked over.

He had been watching from the side the whole time, seeing Jin Lu get close to Zheng Qian in various positions, patiently and gently guiding him on how to use the equipment.

No man had ever enjoyed this kind of treatment from Jin Lu.

Duan Qiran felt very bitter inside, full of jealousy.

He had been pursuing Jin Lu for so long and hadn't even touched her hand. He hadn't even heard of this person named Zheng Qian before, yet today she brought him over and immediately assumed such intimate positions. He felt so miserable.

"Brother, are you interested in learning Chinese Kickboxing from me?" Duan Qiran asked.

He wanted to use the excuse of teaching Chinese Kickboxing to teach Zheng Qian a lesson.

"Uh… not interested. I'm only interested in Muay Thai; I'll pass on Chinese Kickboxing." Zheng Qian clearly rejected Duan Qiran. He really had no interest in Chinese Kickboxing.

"Chinese Kickboxing and Muay Thai actually share many similarities. Why don't I let you experience it first, brother?"

"Duan Qiran, what do you want?"

Jin Lu saw through Duan Qiran's true intentions at a glance.

"Nothing… Just now they were handing over towels, water, and even wiping sweat. They did everything. I took his money, so I have to do something, right?"

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be all sarcastic here." Jin Lu couldn't be bothered to dance around with him.

"Shuangshuang, I don't think he's good enough for you. Why did you choose him as your boyfriend? Is it because he has money?"

"Don't call me Shuangshuang. You don't deserve to call me Shuangshuang."

Upon hearing Duan Qiran's words, Jin Lu was instantly filled with killing intent. She grabbed Duan Qiran by his clothes and shoved him into the octagon cage.

Saying such things in front of so many people—wasn't that embarrassing not just for her, but even more so for Zheng Qian?

If he had just said she was doing it for money or something, Jin Lu wouldn't have bothered to argue with him.

She was the one who brought Zheng Qian to the gym today. Since Zheng Qian had lost face here, she had to help him win it back.

"You want to fight? Then come fight me."