Chapter 339: Excessive Fitness Attracts Same‑Sex

In the hospital's rehabilitation room, several patients were doing rehab training on specialized equipment with the help of nurses.

Lu Yang also arrived at the time for his rehab training, so he followed the nurse over.

Because there were some fitness equipment and dumbbells inside, fitness enthusiast Kong Long directly followed over.

"Yang ge, the machine you're using now is similar in principle to a rowing machine."

"You should lean your body back slightly, straighten your back, like that."

"Keep your arms tight, don't shrug your shoulders; let's start with light weights, set by set, so the muscles can gradually adapt…"

Following his instructions, Lu Yang began his rehab training, yet inexplicably felt like he had paid for a private trainer lesson.

But it must be said, Kong Long really has a couple of tricks when it comes to rehab training.

Those who study fitness usually involve nutrition, rehabilitation, even human anatomy, especially muscle structure,

and Kong Long has indeed studied these books; he even previously prepared to take the nutritionist and rehabilitation therapist certification exams.

Lu Yang also got lucky, getting a free trial of a professional private trainer course.

Thus the little nurse who originally had to supervise Lu Yang became much more relaxed.

At first she was somewhat displeased with Kong Long's appearance, but after discovering he was quite professional in this area, she boldly entrusted Lu Yang to him.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm, pull your elbows in; come on, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…"

Lu Yang followed his instructions, completing set after set of movements.

After finishing a round, his head was slightly sweating; it really felt different from his previous rehab training.

This was precisely because Kong Long had extraordinary talent in this area, plus his large build, and he was still wearing his military uniform.

Naturally, this drew the attention of the other patients nearby; someone even came over to chat, hoping he could give some pointers.

After all, everyone wanted to receive more professional rehabilitation equipment treatment, so they could recover better and leave the hospital sooner.

"Little buddy, check out the rates—we can charge per session."

"Or paying upfront works too; you, a soldier, look more reliable than a dedicated attendant."

"Look at this kid, built like a bull; he surely trains a lot, his physique is good. Being a soldier really is different—he looks strong."

Kong Long also didn't expect things to suddenly develop in this direction.

Wan Baoshan was also dumbfounded; previously he had thought Kong Long was simple‑minded and brawny, completely lacking a business mind.

Yet he never imagined that Kong Long had precisely found his customer base, with professional skills matching the demand.

Wan Baoshan's eyes darted; just as he was about to agree, Lu Yang glared at him.

"If you dare to charge, I'll tell your Company Commander and have them skin you."

"Besides, I won't do those endorsements either—you guys can find whoever you want."

"Soldiers' duty is to help the common people, not take a single thread from the masses; that's an old tradition that continues to this day."

"Every Dragon Boat and Chongyang Festival, the troops specially organize visits to nearby lonely elderly homes to help wash clothes, cook, clean, cut hair and trim nails."

"That's how the military‑civilian fish‑water relationship comes about, and it's the main reason why our troops are loved and respected wherever they go."

Wan Baoshan gave an embarrassed laugh: "How could that be? This can't involve taking money—it's just a matter of chance."

Lu Yang made a throwing Pokéball motion: "Kong Long, go on—it's time to show your real skill."

"All right!"

Kong Long rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work.

He seriously asked the patient where they were injured, where fractured, what they needed, and then prescribed accordingly.

But he didn't completely overturn the original rehab training; instead, following Lu Yang's suggestion, he made targeted adjustments and improvements on the existing foundation.

Just as he had earlier guided Lu Yang, he made the movements more standard to improve the recovery effect.

Gradually, many patients on this floor heard the news and came, wanting further guidance.

Originally the atmosphere was still harmonious, with patients actively cooperating in the rehab treatment.

The doctor was happy, the nurse relaxed, and the patient could recover early.

But slowly, the atmosphere on site became somewhat off.

Especially when a similarly fitness‑loving security guard grandpa joined, the vibe began to drift, filling with philosophical atmosphere.

"Grandpa, your chest muscles aren't bad,"

"Little buddy, Grandpa I've got thirty years of skill—can you handle it?"

"Is that so? Then let's compare two‑to‑three heads and see whose muscle lines are smoother."

"I practice classical; comparing with me, your natural lines look smoother—really a bit of bullying an old man."

"How could that be? Your shoulders, trapezius, and latissimus dorsi group—I'd need many years to catch up."

"Haha, little buddy, let's compete and see whether I'm old or you're better."

After saying that, the two pulled open their shirts, went bare‑chested, and started posing vigorously in front of the mirror.

Moves like "lifting mountains," "son of Zeus," "life lift" and the like drew cheers from the onlookers.

Even those blushing little nurses took out their phones and began snapping photos frantically, click click click.

Lu Yang knows nothing about bodybuilding, but at this moment he also felt the fun of this sport.

Any sport—whether basketball, football, or bodybuilding—has no special meaning in itself.

But when one puts in huge sweat and effort, achieves a certain accomplishment, and draws applause and sensation, then the effort is rewarded and gains meaning.

Just then, Lu Yang heard a system prompt in his ear: as long as he takes off his shirt and joins, he can obtain double‑speed muscle growth.

He didn't think twice and just closed the page; although Lu Yang understands, appreciates, and respects this sport,

he doesn't want to train into Kong Long's huge build; according to his knowledge, an excessively large build and thick arms make scratching and itching troublesome.

Sleeping on his side, his head would hang in the air, making him prone to a stiff neck, and Lu Yang happens to like sleeping on his side.

So he refused.

In front of the mirror, Kong Long and the muscular security guard grandpa kept gesturing and exerting themselves, working up a sweat all over.

Seeing the lively patients and their families gradually disperse, several female nurses came over to ask Kong Long for professional fitness advice.

But he emphasized one point: "We just want to lose weight, tone up a bit, not get as bulky as you."

Kong Long almost spat out a mouthful of water; despite his patient explanation, achieving that level is very difficult.

It's like when you first start school, just wanting to get into a regular college, not aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University—it's the same principle.

But the other person seemed not to understand: "I know, so we said we don't want to get too bulky, like a bullfrog—ugly and unsightly."

Kong Long felt offended.

Lu Yang and Wan Baoshan burst out laughing.

Finally, the boss gave Kong Long a pat on the arm, comforting him not to take it to heart.

However, it wasn't completely without gain; at least several male comrades proactively left their contact info for Kong Long's QQ number.

Lu Yang said with a smile: "What did I say? Moderate fitness attracts the opposite sex, excessive fitness attracts the same sex."

Kong Long looked helpless: "It's too hard; truly those who appreciate it are few."

Over the next few days, Lu Yang continued his honest recovery in the hospital.

Each day, a cup of protein powder, plus some vitamins and amino acid supplements.

These things inherently have health benefits, so Lu Yang eating them in moderation is fine.

Currently, his body has recovered to about seventy percent.

Part of this comes from the break‑then‑build effect, comprehensively enhancing his physique.

Another part is that, in previous combat, he used that second‑class merit, which raised the base attribute of his physical recovery capacity.

The two factors stacked together, so he only needed half the time others would to recover to this extent.

Although the doctors were surprised, since it wasn't overly extraordinary, they could only attribute it to the good physique of a soldier.

As the day of discharge drew near, Lu Yang also felt full of anticipation about returning to the unit.

But likewise, he was deeply concerned about the final outcome of the exercise, not knowing how it would turn out.

Fortunately, that day Lu Yang finally waited for Zhou Kaidong, Kang Changyi, Ding Tengfei, and Guo Yongwen to arrive together.

However, from the four's gloomy expressions upon entering, the mark on Ding Tengfei's neck, and Kang Changyi's bruised eye sockets, Lu Yang seemed to already have the answer.

"Did we lose?"