Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 460 - 278

Chapter 460: Chapter 278

"Xu Hao?"

Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on a somewhat familiar figure sitting on a leisure chair across the mall.

The man had a noticeable streak of Huang Mao dyed at his forehead, it was Xu Hao, who had come to the club to challenge fighters a month ago.

At that time, he had taken on several professional fighters, claiming to be unbeatable throughout the club, displaying immense arrogance.

In the end, Fang Cheng, back at work after the New Year, tactfully persuaded him to leave with a "draw".

Although on the surface it was a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xu Hao actually lost.

At this moment, Xu Hao seemed to be waiting for Fang Cheng to come out, and upon noticing Fang Cheng, he instantly sprang up from the chair.

"Hey buddy, long time no see. Last time... hehe, we can say we became friends through the fight."

He stepped forward, making awkward small talk, a baffling smile on his face.

As Xu Hao approached, Fang Cheng noticed his demeanor was much more restrained this time, not as arrogant as before.

So he asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing, it’s just... after our fight last time, I went home and pondered a lot."

Xu Hao rubbed his hands and his gaze wandered over Fang Cheng, lowering his voice:

"Buddy, be honest, are you really just a sparring partner? I don’t believe it."

He paused, moved a bit closer, his eyes probing:

"Your skills are absolutely something ordinary people can’t possess. During our fight last time, you definitely held back, right? And quite a lot!"

Fang Cheng felt a slight stirring in his heart, but kept his expression unruffled:

"You’re overthinking. I’m just an ordinary person making a living by sparring. The draw last time was mostly due to luck."

"Luck? What kind of luck!"

Xu Hao couldn’t help but curse, but quickly restrained himself, glanced at the passing customers, then continued:

"Buddy, let’s not beat around the bush. I know you definitely have real skill."

"Do you have some secret technique? Or... did you apprentice with a particular sect and learn some special martial arts? Can you teach me a few moves? Or tell me how to train? Don’t worry, the price is negotiable!"

Fang Cheng saw the unreserved desire and inquiry in Xu Hao’s eyes, secretly guessed.

This guy doesn’t seem like he’s been practicing hard and refining techniques after the fight, wanting to regain face.

Probably watched too many martial arts movies, suddenly got creative, suspecting some reclusive expert behind me, wanting to find some "mystic skill manual"?

"Secret technique..."

After weighing his words, Fang Cheng shook his head, replied flatly:

"I have no secret techniques. It’s just a matter of consistently practicing every day, learning more, getting skilled."

"As for teaching, we have plenty of good coaches at our club. If you’re really interested, you can sign up. I’m just a sparring partner, not qualified to teach."

Seeing Fang Cheng unfazed by persuasion, the smile on Xu Hao’s face gradually faded.

He glanced around, confirmed no one was paying attention, lowered his voice again with a hint of mystery:

"Buddy, don’t hurry to refuse. I know you might want to keep low-key, but some things aren’t up to your discretion..."

Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Xu Hao’s eyes flickered as he glanced at Fang Cheng:

"Recently, there’s been some buzz on the street. I heard some news, seems like someone is secretly investigating a highly skilled person, and the described traits bear some resemblance to you..."

Fang Cheng’s pupils barely perceptibly contracted, but quickly returned to normal.

Then he appropriately showed a bit of bewilderment and surprise:

"Investigating me? Why? I’m just a sparring partner working hard at the club, making money for living, what’s there to dig into?"

Xu Hao kept a close watch on Fang Cheng’s eyes, as if trying to decipher something:

"Really? Maybe I heard wrong."

He changed the topic, the corner of his mouth curling into an enigmatic smile:

"But, buddy, I’m in the know, with my connections, I have piece of information. If you want to know who’s pulling strings behind the scenes, or what they’ve found out so far..."

He paused, looked at Fang Cheng meaningfully:

"Just agree to my earlier condition, you don’t need to teach me any almighty martial arts, just occasionally guide me, share some ways to get stronger. The information I have will definitely be useful to you."

Fang Cheng still shook his head with a clueless expression, gently declined:

"I appreciate your goodwill, but I’m truly just an ordinary person, not interested in what you mentioned, and can’t help you."

"Of course, if you’d like to hire me for sparring, hone skills, improve training outcome, I’ll be glad to take the job."

A distinct look of disappointment flashed across Xu Hao’s face, but he didn’t insist further.

Then he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Fang Cheng:

"Alright buddy, consider me just being nosy. However, you’d best keep what I said in mind. This is my business card, it has my number."

"In case... I mean just in case, you change your mind someday, or genuinely encounter trouble and want to inquire about something, you can call me, just treat it as making a friend."

Fang Cheng glanced at the somewhat flamboyant business card, quickly read the string of identity markers on it:

"Midnight Forest Bar, Security Supervisor", "Fierce Tiger Fighting Club, Gold Medal Coach".

Then, without refusing, he accepted it, tucked it into his pocket, nodded:

"Alright."

Just then, a crisp voice came from near the escalator, carrying a hint of cheerfulness.

"Brother Cheng!"

Zhou Xiumei jogged over, holding two freshly purchased cups of milk tea.

She stopped close by, curiously glanced at Xu Hao standing beside Fang Cheng, with his striking Huang Mao, and asked: