Chapter 25: Rapid Progress
On the way back after finishing his workout, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Zhang Yang's muscles were pumped with blood, and he felt as if he had grown a whole size larger.
A common beginner's problem-commonly known as the 'newbie pump phase'.
How to cure it? Usually the soreness the next day brings everything back to reality.
But at this moment, Zhang Yang felt as if he had endless strength throughout his body, almost wishing he could immediately start a second training session.
For the next several days, Zhang Yang seemed to re-enter the same state he had been in during his previous weight-loss period-full of motivation and passion. According to his coach, beginners often experience astonishing progress during the early stages of fitness.
Under strict and professional diet and training plans, Zhang Yang could almost feel obvious changes in himself after every session.
Today was his weekly rest day.
Inside Regal Edge Executive Apartments:
Zhang Yang stood in front of the mirror, looking at his further reduced body fat and increasingly defined muscle lines, nodding in satisfaction.
When a person gets leaner, and the training intensity increases while supplements, diet, and rest all keep up, progress becomes almost visible to the naked eye. Having an expert guiding him was indeed different-it saved him from taking countless detours.
After eight cycles this month, the results would definitely be remarkable.
If those results were stacked into five years' worth of progress, he would easily reach the ceiling of natural bodybuilding-a rising new star in the domestic fitness circle.
"Better not get carried away yet." Zhang Yang took a few steps and immediately put on a pained expression.
Yesterday had been his leg day.
During the workout it felt intensely satisfying, and after returning home that night he couldn't sleep properly. His testosterone was surging so much that he almost couldn't resist rewarding himself. But when he woke up today, it was over-he was trembling even while walking.
'Hiss!' Zhang Yang held his leg and immediately requested a day off.
Work was just a seasoning of life now. If he couldn't even walk properly, why would he force himself to go to work?
After requesting leave, Zhang Yang finally sat down and leisurely finished his breakfast.
His breakfast was strictly prepared according to the plan designed by the personal training studio-nutritious and balanced, far more reasonable than the breakfast combinations he had previously figured out by himself.
After finishing breakfast, Zhang Yang received a call from the delivery worker bringing his massage chair, so he went downstairs to meet him.
The massage chair was from Ogawa-a Space Capsule Master Chair priced at just under fifty thousand. When he tried it in the store earlier, it had felt incredibly comfortable, so he had immediately decided to buy it.
A moment later, Zhang Yang sat in the massage chair with his eyes gently closed, feeling waves of pressure coming from all directions. The sensation of comfort instantly surrounded him.
His extremely sore thighs gradually relaxed under the massage.
The improvement in quality of life was subtle and quiet, nourishing things silently. Living extravagantly wasn't necessary. At this moment, the experience given by a single massage chair had already surpassed everything else.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the phone beside him suddenly rang. Zhang Yang picked it up and saw it was a message from Bei Wei.
Bei Wei: Brother Zhang, why didn't you come today?
Zhang Yang: Had something to do, so I took leave.
Bei Wei: Oh… then never mind.
Zhang Yang: Is something wrong?
A moment later, Bei Wei sent a photo. In the photo were two lunch boxes that looked delicious in both appearance and color-fresh and appetizing.
Bei Wei: Two portions. I made one for you, but you didn't come…
Zhang Yang looked at the photo of the lunch boxes Bei Wei sent and smiled before replying.
"Then come downstairs at noon and get in my car."
Bei Wei: OK OK
Before lunch, Zhang Yang drove his Porsche leisurely to the company building and sent Bei Wei a message.
Inside the company, close to lunchtime, Bei Wei kept glancing at her phone absentmindedly.
Then a message arrived, and her expression instantly brightened.
"Bei Wei, we never see you at lunch these days. Something going on?" Sister Liu leaned over and asked meaningfully.
"No, no." Bei Wei immediately shook her head nervously.
"I was just asking. Look how nervous you are." Sister Liu laughed. "Then how about the few of us eating together today?"
"Ah? Today I… I have something to do." Bei Wei said hesitantly.
"Going out alone again?" Sister Liu exchanged glances with several other girls in the group, all seeing the smiles in each other's eyes. "Alright, alright. So you're hiding it from us?"
Bei Wei's cheeks flushed red, and she didn't say anything.
At noon, Bei Wei picked up the bag containing the lunch boxes, stood up, and jogged out.
Behind her, the coworkers also got up one after another, preparing to go out for lunch.
The female colleagues from the design department chatted and laughed as they went downstairs together, inevitably bringing up Bei Wei.
"There's definitely something going on with that girl Bei Wei. She still won't admit it." Sister Liu lowered her voice.
"Bei Wei has high standards. I wonder what kind of person she would like." Another colleague laughed.
While chatting quietly, they took the elevator to the first floor.
"Hey, look over there!"
Someone suddenly discovered something new and grabbed the others, pointing into the distance.
The girls from the design department all looked over and saw Bei Wei heading straight toward a brand-new Porsche Cayenne in the company parking lot. She quietly opened the door and got in.
"Case solved!"
"So the mysterious Porsche guy-turns out this is what Bei Wei has been sneaking around for lately!"
"No wonder all those young guys in the company failed. Without some financial strength, they still wanted to pursue Bei Wei?"
Although the Porsche Cayenne was quite common, it was still a luxury car worth over a million. Not just anyone could afford to drive one. At least in their eyes, someone who could drive a Cayenne definitely had solid financial strength.
Inside the car, Bei Wei took out the lunch boxes, spoons, bowls, chopsticks, and even set out the soup, then looked at Zhang Yang with anticipation.
"Brother Zhang, hurry and try it."
"Alright, you should eat too." Zhang Yang looked at the delicious-looking dishes. They might not have been complicated, but placed in front of him they were full of sincerity. "You must have woken up early to cook this."
"I woke up just a tiny bit earlier." Bei Wei smiled softly. "Brother Zhang, try the shrimp. I peeled them by hand-they're very fresh and sweet."
Inside the lunch box were broccoli, stir-fried beef, peeled shrimp, tomato scrambled eggs…
Unexpectedly, just like Bei Wei herself-sweet and refreshing-the food she cooked was also very fresh and light. The oil and salt were minimal, and what he tasted was mostly the natural flavor of the ingredients.
After finishing the meal, he drank a bowl of corn and pork rib soup, and instantly felt completely comfortable inside and out.
"Bei Wei." Zhang Yang looked at the sweet and fresh-looking Bei Wei beside him with her black hair draped over her shoulders and called her name.
Bei Wei met Zhang Yang's gaze and softly responded with a quiet "Mm."
Looking at Bei Wei lowering her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling, Zhang Yang extended his arm and pulled her into an embrace. There was almost no resistance as Bei Wei gently rested her head on his shoulder.
Inside the car, isolated from the outside world, Zhang Yang listened to the immersive music while holding Bei Wei-someone he once could only admire from afar. For a moment, he felt the unpredictability of fate.
There was no greater satisfaction in life than this.
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