Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 459 - 277: Big Muscular Jay and Bald Man Fang Cheng_3

Chapter 459: Chapter 277: Big Muscular Jay and Bald Man Fang Cheng_3

"Phew—"

Brother Jie exhaled deeply, drenched in sweat, but there was an excited gleam in his eyes.

The two of them simultaneously stopped, tapping their gloves together in mutual respect.

"That was exhilarating!"

Brother Jie wiped the sweat off his face, breathing heavily as he laughed and said:

"Ah Cheng, practicing with you is really satisfying. Now I feel more confident about the weekend’s competition."

The onlookers below the stage discussed eagerly, reluctant to leave, dispersing in small groups.

Some continued to mimic the exciting moves they had just seen, while others heatedly discussed the technical details.

Fang Cheng made a point of looking red-faced and out of breath.

But in reality, his breathing remained steady, casually glancing at the prompt that appeared:

[Boxing Experience +4]

[Boxing Level 2 (487/500)]

A step closer to the Grandmaster Level.

What a cause for celebration!

Seeing this, the corners of Fang Cheng’s mouth couldn’t help but slightly rise.

He then wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and sincerely looked at the "experience baby" standing in front of him:

"Brother Jie’s condition looks great. You’ll definitely achieve a good result in this competition."

Upon hearing this, Brother Jie laughed heartily, giving him a strong pat on the shoulder:

"Thanks for the good wishes! Come on, let’s take a shower together, and we brothers can have a good chat."

"Um... I have something to do, Brother Jie. You go wash up, we’ll catch up next time."

Fang Cheng glanced at Brother Jie’s bouncy chest muscles and gently declined.

He finished speaking, grabbed his coat, and jumped down from the boxing ring.

A burst of Brother Jie’s hearty laughter came from behind:

"Alright, next time I’ll show you my special move!"

Fang Cheng quickly put on his sports jacket, bent down to pick up the scattered towel, water bottle, and protective gear.

Then he hurried back to the locker room, retrieved his phone from the locker, and dialed a number.

"Ring... ring..."

After a few chimes of the ringtone, a sweet, pleasant female voice finally came from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Cheng?"

This voice was like a warm breeze in spring, carrying a hint of joy and intimacy.

"Class over?"

Fang Cheng asked, holding the phone with his neck while organizing his items.

"Not yet, wait a bit longer for me. I’m outside secretly returning your call right now."

Zhou Xiumei replied in a low voice.

"Okay, I’ll wait outside your classroom for you."

Fang Cheng replied briefly and hung up.

Zhou Xiumei’s music training camp was on the third floor of Wantong Mall.

Back then, Fang Cheng accidentally saw the recruitment advertisement and signed her up, paying the tuition in advance as a New Year gift for her.

Lately, whenever Zhou Xiumei had classes, and he had sparring work, they’d usually get used to taking a cab here to work and then have lunch together at noon.

Fang Cheng continued to tidy up his personal belongings in the cabinet, planning his schedule for the day.

"In the afternoon, I should make time to go to the Guilan District to check the progress of the house renovation..."

According to the foreman’s estimate, it should be finished in half a month, and it’s already been over a week, so there should be some progress.

This renovation mainly focuses on the kitchen and bathroom to ensure basic living conditions.

As for the living room, he specifically requested it to be remodeled into a club training hall with an industrial style, with all kinds of pipes and iron frames to install sandbags, wooden dummies, and other training equipment.

After packing up his gear and clothes, Fang Cheng then carried his gym bag and headed to the shower room.

The warm water washed away the fatigue from the morning’s training, and he closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of relaxation.

A few minutes later, after showering, he changed into a clean T-shirt and sports pants.

He then stuffed his dirty clothes into his bag and temporarily left it in the locker.

Fang Cheng glanced at his sports watch on his wrist.

It was almost noon, just about time.

He then walked out of the arena, looked up at the escalator leading to the third floor of the shopping mall, preparing to go up and find Zhou Xiumei.

"Fang Cheng!"

Suddenly, a voice called out, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Fang Cheng turned around, raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise as he recognized the person.