Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 259 - 198 Skill Effect "Memory Palace

Early morning.

The winter sun poured through the open window, spreading a shining area onto the worn old floor.

The ivy in the corner of the room was half immersed in light and half hidden in darkness.

In the living room with mottled light and shadows, a muscular figure was doing deep squats with all his might.

He was bare-chested, with a heavy barbell resting on his shoulders.

His broad chest was like a thick rampart, with swollen pectorals and sharp lines, seemingly able to withstand any external impact.

As he slowly squatted down, the deltoid muscles on his shoulders bulged, resembling two firm little mounds.

The black sports shorts he wore further outlined his thick, column-like legs.

His quadriceps were astonishingly strong; with each squat, the leg muscles tensed and bulged like steel.

Solidly bearing the weight of both the barbell and his body, they provided a foundation as stable as a rock for completing the whole movement.

Every minute tremor of his muscles was a testament to the blend of strength and beauty.

"Pant—"

Sweat beads slowly trickled down his cheeks, and the hot breath he exhaled formed tufts of white vapor that lingered in the air.

As if the fierce energy hidden within him was clashing with the cold outside.

A gust of wind stirred the curtain, bringing a chill that instantly dissolved in the heat of his breath upon entering the room.

Then it turned into a few gentle breezes, lightly lifting the corners of the calendar on the wall.

The pages fluttered like awakened butterflies, rustling softly.

Finally, as if tired from playing, they calmed down.

The flipping of the calendar ceased, with the top page slowly settling in place, stopping.

In the soft light, the date was clearly displayed—

February 2nd, the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, Sunday.

"..."

"299."

"300."

Counting to 300, Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath of hot air.

Then he gently put down the 250 kg barbell, straightened up, and took a moment to catch his breath.

Next, he walked towards the balcony and, through the open window, looked down at the street below.

The tents set up for epidemic inspections had already been taken down.

The last two young patrol officers were now gathering their belongings, rolling up the black and yellow caution tape.

It looked like they were preparing to leave too.

"As for..."

Fang Cheng slightly lifted his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the opposite building like a flash of lightning.

The 8th-floor room that previously housed a watcher showed no signs of life, and no abnormalities were detected in other rooms.

The female Special Search Team Commissioner with the surname Cheng and her accomplice had disappeared since around eleven o’clock yesterday.

And today was the third day after the physical examination.

According to the epidemic control staff, as long as no abnormalities are detected from the samples within 48 hours, the residents of the tubular building would be free to move about.

In fact, by yesterday afternoon, the time was up, effectively meaning the unwarranted lockdown was lifted.

The police stationed outside had also gradually left.

For safety reasons, Fang Cheng didn’t resume his normal training schedule until this morning.

Now, after scanning the streets on both sides of the tubular building several times, he once again confirmed his suspicions.

This matter seemed to be coming to an end.

Probably, after the "masked man" appeared in the West Gate District late at night, the Special Search Team had shifted their primary suspicion away from Old Factory Street in Jiangbei.

Fang Cheng squinted towards the morning light outside the window, inhaling softly.

Then, he focused his attention on the pale blue light screen that appeared in his field of view.

A stream of prompt messages passed by one after another.

[Muay Thai Experience +8]

[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +7]

[Push-ups Experience +19]

[Deep Squat Experience +22]

[Lifting Leg Experience +10]

[Pull-up Experience +10]

[Back Bridge Experience +19]

[Handstand Pushups Experience +20]

[Qigong Experience +3]

These were all the experience points gained from resuming his morning exercise routine today.

Acting out of caution, Fang Cheng didn’t continue to practice on the rooftop; instead, he stayed at home.

Therefore, the experience points for "Pull-ups" and "Lifting Leg" activities increased relatively less.

After all, his home’s wooden doorframe couldn’t withstand the ravages of his body weight plus hundreds of pounds.

Therefore, Fang Cheng focused his extra energy on other fitness skills.

300 deep squats with a 500-pound barbell, 300 six-finger push-ups with 200 pounds, 150 handstand push-ups with 200 pounds, and 600 Iron Plate Bridge stands.

Such high-intensity training was indeed satisfyingly exhaustive.

Every pore in his body seemed activated, breathing freely and delightedly.

Days of being locked in the building, the accumulating stress and stagnation were finally released.

The body, though neglected in exercise, didn’t feel tired but rather seemed to kickstart the engine, injecting a new wave of vitality.

Besides that.

Fang Cheng also made a rational adjustment to his Fighting Skills training plan.

He focused more on the lower-leveled "Muay Thai" and "Tai Chi Boxing" to improve the efficiency of his Air Attack routine.

Hoping to accelerate the skill level-ups, and further strengthen his own power.

Breathing the fresh and free air from outside the window, he continued practicing the serene and enigmatic art of Qigong, relaxing his limbs and joints.

Afterward, Fang Cheng raised his hand to wipe his sticky face, still clammy despite the evaporation of sweat, and turned to head for the bathroom.

His grandfather had been moved from the Intensive Care Unit to a regular ward the night before last.

He could visit this afternoon; by then, the old man should be able to have a conversation with him.

So, now it was time to tidy up his appearance.