"Alright!"

The little loudspeaker sounded a bit helpless.

The two girls walked slowly, and as Su Zelin waited, he got a bit bored, so he decided to do push-ups on the grass.

Push-ups are one of the most common forms of exercise, not restricted by the environment, you can do them anytime, anywhere, and they don’t require any equipment.

This type of exercise has many benefits, such as significantly improving one’s balance, promoting blood circulation, enhancing cardiac and respiratory functions, reducing physiological aging, and providing the body with strength for forward extension and muscle memory, helping prevent falls, which is especially important for the elderly, as many lose their lives from a fall.

Moreover, push-ups have a lesser-known hidden benefit.

Doing a few minutes each night before bed can relieve back pain and prostate pressure, promote testosterone secretion, and enhance male performance in that area.

That’s why this is a routine exercise for Su Zelin.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"..."

The slacker did them while silently counting in his heart.

At first, Dong Ying didn’t pay much attention.

However, as time passed, when her breathing became even, Su Zelin was still going up and down on the grass, and the little loudspeaker was shocked.

He’s been doing it for so long, it must be several hundred by now.

She soon realized something; unlike others who support themselves with both palms on the ground, the slacker was using sheer finger strength, with his palms not touching the ground at all.

This method, without a doubt, adds many degrees of difficulty.

"Two hundred ninety-eight, two hundred ninety-nine, three hundred!"

Su Zelin continued to silently count, switching to two-finger zen mode for the last few dozen, and only finishing at three hundred even before getting up from the grass.

An average man can do thirty or forty push-ups in one go to be considered passable; those who exercise regularly and are in good shape can do a hundred without a problem, and professional fitness enthusiasts can do several hundred.

But someone like the slacker doing three hundred using just his fingers is quite rare.

The little loudspeaker stared in wide-eyed disbelief.

No wonder he can spin a pen as fast as an electric fan!

The strength of his fingers is terrifying indeed!

Especially his index and middle fingers, their power is invincible.

"Shiqing, does he usually do push-ups like this?"

Dong Ying couldn’t help but softly ask.

"Yeah."

Qin Shiqing appeared calm, as she was long used to it.

"You’re so lucky!"

The little loudspeaker looked envious.

Qin Shiqing: "?"

"Nothing, just saying."

The little loudspeaker coughed lightly.

"Oh, Yingying, I want to do some sit-ups, can you hold my legs?"

"OK!"

Qin Shiqing lay on the grass, knees bent.

Dong Ying wrapped her arms around her legs and immediately noticed something.

Slender yet firm, unlike my big and flabby ones.

Why do all the good legs belong to someone else, boo-hoo-hoo...

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"..."

Qin Shiqing did a hundred in one go before stopping.

The little loudspeaker simmered in envy and jealousy.

Shiqing’s waist and leg strength are also amazing, although not as freakishly strong as Su Zelin’s arms and finger strength, she’s outstanding among girls.

If these two were to marry, their certain furniture might need replacing several times more often than other couples...

Once rested enough, they continued on their way.

After another ten minutes, they parted at the fork by the bridge, the little loudspeaker going ahead, while Su Zelin and Qin Shiqing crossed the bridge to head back the other way.

Back home, Mom was already up and making breakfast while Dad was washing up.

Su Zelin first snuck into the kitchen to see what goodies there might be today.

"Son, you’re back. Were you out for a morning run with Shiqing?"

Zhao Lixia was frying an egg, smiling as she asked.

"Yep, bumped into her upstairs!"

Su Zelin casually picked up a freshly fried egg.

He thought he’d get a smack down, but surprisingly, the Empress Dowager didn’t react at all.

"Hehe, it’s good to exercise together, having a companion makes it less boring. Oh, take this plate of eggs and give them to Shiqing too, replenish some nutrients after the workout!"

"It’s just a few fried eggs, why should I give them to her, I haven’t even had enough to eat yet!"

Su Zelin wasn’t too happy.

Qin Shiqing’s a big girl now, what’s there to replenish?

I should be the one to replenish, after losing quite a few good soldiers and generals last night.

"I said take them, so take them!"

The Empress Dowager’s eyes widened, and the mother tiger’s aura was released, causing the slacker to tremble. "I’ll go, I’ll go, dear mother, I’ll take them now!"

Picking up the plate, just about to leave the kitchen, he suddenly remembered and turned back to ask, "Mom, you didn’t tell Dad about last night, did you?"

"How could you say that, don’t trust even your mom? Is there anyone in the world you can trust?"

Zhao Lixia said, displeased.

"True that!"

Su Zelin nodded, finally leaving.

Arriving next door, in just that short walk, more than half the eggs were gone.

One got eaten on the way downstairs, one disappeared as he walked out his front yard, and another vanished in Qing Mei’s yard, and then one more in the kitchen.

Mainly because Zhao Lixia asked him to bring food to Qing Mei, and losses along the way were inevitable.

The Qin family living room was empty with no one around; Qin Daqing and Liu Sufen had gone to the countryside for some matter this morning, so only Qin Shiqing was home.

But upon reaching the bedroom and kitchen, there was still no sign of Qing Mei, leaving Su Zelin puzzled.

Didn’t she just get home? Where did she run off to?

After circling the house once, he found the bathroom door locked -- evidently, the girl treasures cleanliness, opting for a wash after jogging.

"Shhhhhh..."

In the bathroom, Qin Shiqing closed her eyes, letting the cold water cascade down her hair and face, forming streams that trickled over her snow-white and smooth skin, meandering and pooling on the floor before reluctantly disappearing down the drain.