Bounce squats, close-grip push-ups, and pull-ups are all basic body-building exercises in martial arts classes. Shen Qian has always been very clear about his limits.
He knows that hard work may not change his destiny, but at least he will not regret it, so he will not be lazy at all.
However, the training memory of the system hanging up today has somewhat subverted his understanding of himself.
Of course, it is partly because the effects of the physical potion are still exerting effect, but it is not entirely because of the physical potion.
After Shen Qian loaded the "training memory", he found the gap between himself and the system from those familiar and unfamiliar actions.
All movements made by oneself under the control of the system, whether in terms of amplitude, strength or overall beauty, can only be described as perfect, which is a teaching-like standard.
At this time, as his physical fitness slowly recovered, Shen Qian had a strong feeling that he had made progress again.
It's a pity that there is no simulator nearby, so I don't know how far the progress will be.
After hurriedly packing up the clothes on the balcony, Shen Qian sighed, it was still the fault of not having the money to cause trouble, otherwise wouldn't it be delicious to just go to the martial arts hall to buy it?
…
Over the next week, Shen Qian felt like he had completely turned into "waste".
In addition to the daily classes and eating, drinking, and defecation, all Shen Qian needs to do every day is to wait for the system's father to arrive, and then sleep, day after day.
The system can accurately grasp the limit of his training every time. His training volume is increasing at an unobvious but very stable rate, and after a good sleep, Shen Qian will become energetic again.
At the same time, his appetite also increased. Fortunately, the most energy-replenishing meat was not expensive. Wang Xiaojuan did not say anything except complaining about why the refrigerator was empty again.
What makes Shen Qian most gratified is the stability of System Dad.
Shen Qian was exercising on the rooftop in various postures, but he had never been bumped into by anyone. From a probability perspective, this was basically impossible. He could only attribute everything to the system.
To be cautious, Shen Qian did not go to the physical testing center this week and could only roughly estimate his own strength. He felt that his physical fitness had probably reached the minimum standard for last year's martial arts college entrance examination.
Shen Qian also tried to get rid of this feeling of training as a puppet, but when he found that he could not achieve the efficiency of the system even though he was working so hard, Shen Qian gave up with peace of mind.
"Didi!"
Today is Friday. After eating, Shen Qian, who had just gone through another round of devil training, was sipping water. When he heard his bracelet vibrating, Shen Qian took it out and took a look.
Messages popped up in the 109 class group.
Zhou Xu: "What are you all doing? Is there anyone who can form a team at the VR museum for the weekend tomorrow?"
Zhang Ziqiang: "111, a new copy of the Chinese version of "God of War" has been released. It's time to experience it together!"
Huo Shuai: "It costs one or two hundred for a night package. It's too expensive. I might as well go sing with AA..."
A group of boys had a heated discussion. Shen Qian could see at a glance that the people participating in the discussion were all scumbags who had no hope of taking the martial arts college entrance examination. He couldn't help but smile scornfully. It was obvious that he would never join them again.
Wang Yangming: "Why don't you come and play near my home? I've opened a new VR museum here, and new customers get a 10% discount!"
Zhou Xu: "Is there any game?"
Wang Yangming: "Well, I think I have everything..."
Shen Qian, who was about to close the group chat, saw the message sent by Wang Yangming. He instantly sat up from the bed and began to look for change in his coat.
"The necessary balance of work and rest is conducive to the healthy development of martial arts. The guidelines in the textbooks must still be followed."
After successfully flipping through the thirty yuan pocket money Wang Xiaojuan gave her yesterday, she clicked on the bracelet and was about to ask Wang Yangming for an address when the bracelet vibrated first.
Shen Qian glanced at it and saw that it was a video call from Ding Yi. Although he was reluctant, he switched to voice mode and answered it.
"Shen Qian, where are you? Why don't you answer the video?" As soon as the phone rang, Ding Yi's urgent but cold voice rang.
"I was about to... No, why should I report this to you?" Shen Qian asked wittily.
Ding Yi was silent for a moment, then avoided Shen Qian's question, and then asked: "Are you going to play those messy VR games with them?"
"What crazy talk are you talking about? When have you ever seen me go to those places?" Shen Qianyi said righteously.
"Well, indeed not." Ding Yi thought for a while and agreed with Shen Qian.
"Then let me first..."
Just as Shen Qian was about to hang up the phone, Ding Yi asked again, "Are you busy today?"
"Yes!" Shen Qian's heart thumped and he opened his mouth.
"Push it to tomorrow."
"Can't push."
"Then you pay back the money today."
"Ha... I pushed it away."
"I'll wait for you in the central square in an hour."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qian cursed himself for being spineless, put on his coat and walked out listlessly. Before leaving, he made one more phone call without giving up.
"Hey, Lao Wang, when will the new customer event in your VR museum end..."
"Today?! Ayu Shu?"
"...Gan!"
…
In the Jingcheng Central Square, dusk has passed and it is the busiest time.
But Shen Qian, who arrived by bus, still saw Ding Yi standing under the Tai'a Sword statue at a glance.
The spotlight of the statue shattered into pieces and hit her body. The three-dimensional facial features showed a lot of shadows, but it still couldn't cover the bright eyes. The too fair skin would give people the illusion that she was of mixed race, but her eyebrows The lips clearly have the charm of oriental classical beauty.
The familiar high ponytail and knee-length plaid skirt made her 177 tall and extremely conspicuous, which slowed down the flow of people.
"Shen Qian, why are you so slow?" Ding Yi moved when he saw Shen Qian, but then he still stood there and waited until Shen Qian walked over, then asked calmly and coldly.
"I don't know what's going on. There are police officers checking cars at many intersections in the southern area. The buses stop and go and are much slower than usual." Shen Qian explained.
He wasn't lying about this. Since he agreed to Ding Yichen, he wouldn't do it deliberately.
"It should be because of the group of scavengers who sneaked in, right?" Ding Yi guessed, "I just saw the police and military personnel checking here in the central square."
"Scavengers have sneaked in before, why is there such a big fight this time?" Shen Qian frowned.
"I read on the news that it was because not only were there a large number of scavengers crossing the border this time, but there were also an unknown number of warriors among them."
"Musha?"
Shen Qian suddenly realized that that made sense.
Even the lowest-level novice warriors are extremely lethal to ordinary people. A slight carelessness will cause serious bloodshed. Jingcheng has been peaceful for many years due to the existence of Marquis Jingcheng. No wonder the police and warriors are so nervous. .
"By the way, where are we going?"
Unknowingly, the two of them had left the central square and turned into another street. Only then did Shen Qian remember to ask.
Ding Yi glanced at Shen Qian but said nothing, only speeding up his pace.
Shen Qian, who was familiar with her character, shrugged and didn't bother to ask any more questions. He walked half a step behind and glanced at Ding Yi's white legs from time to time. It was not boring at all.
At some point Ding Yi stopped and said, "Shen Qian, do you still remember this place?"
Shen Qian had already realized where Ding Yi was taking him a minute ago. Looking at the brightly lit Jingcheng National Martial Arts Hall in front of him, Shen Qian also grinned.
All stories have a beginning.
Jingcheng National Martial Arts Hall opened a special martial arts training class for teenagers three years ago. The reason why this special training class caused a sensation at the time was because Jingcheng Hou Gao Wenyuan would also teach a class in it.
Shen Qian carried a huge sum of three thousand yuan from his parents to pay the registration fee, but he met a crying Ding Yi at the door.
She raised her head and stood under the street lamp where they were standing. Tears fell, but she made no sound.
After learning that Ding Yi's money had been stolen, Shen Qian became enthusiastic and lent his registration fee to Ding Yi at the risk of his parents having his legs broken.
Later, Shen Qian found out that it was the last half hour before the registration deadline.
Later, Ding Yi found out that Shen Qian only had 3,000 yuan.
"Actually, you really don't owe me anything about that."
At this moment, Shen Qian looked at Ding Yi's bright eyes, and suddenly felt a little pain in his conscience, so he decided to tell the truth, "Actually, I had already gone in once before I loaned you the money, but the quota was removed because of my poor talent... …So, ahem…”
"..." Ding Yi was silent for a while, and then said lightly, "I know..."
"You know?" Shen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment he took a breath, and his eyes moved down to the slender fingers pinching his waist.
"If I knew, I would still have lent you money for three years?" Ding Yi gritted his teeth and said, turning his hand a few more times.
