Chapter 149

The sea breeze blew gently, and the light rippled.

A faint salty taste rushed into his nasal cavity, making Huang Xiaoming's mood quite comfortable.

The smooth opening of the Chinese Restaurant is one aspect.

Little Brother Qin, Director Chen, and Director Zhang, three heavyweight figures, coming to visit is also one aspect.

"Still have to step up exercise, after filming this season, I can't get fat again."

"Especially Little Brother Qin's figure, it's comparable to Peng Yuyan."

"Envious."

After getting up, Huang Xiaoming changed into sportswear, put on a towel, and rushed to the gym with great interest.

He is a fitness enthusiast, usually exercises quite hard, and his strong figure has always been a point he is quite satisfied with.

But after seeing Qin Mu yesterday, he was hit.

It's fine to be handsome.

The figure is also so good.

Simply not giving us celebrities who rely half on appearance a way to live!

Therefore, he wants to strive for self-improvement and exercise hard!

Soon, Huang Xiaoming arrived at the gym.

Thought there was no one.

But just as he walked to the door, he saw a figure in the corner trying to lift dumbbells.

"Hmm?"

He was surprised, looked closely.

It was actually Little Brother Qin!

Just right!

Fitness together!

Huang Xiaoming was delighted and hurriedly wanted to go up and greet him.

But at this time.

Suddenly heard Little Brother Qin speak.

'Too light, have to add weight!'

Light?

Huang Xiaoming stopped, his eyes almost popped out, and looked over carefully again.

This dumbbell is very big!

How many kilograms was it?

The next moment, his face froze directly.

Sixty... sixty kilograms?!

This is still light?

No way!

Before he could think too much, Qin Mu added weight again.

But shook his head and sighed: "Still light."

Huh?

Huang Xiaoming suddenly felt a bit ashamed.

Sixty-five kilograms, also light?

This is already his limit!

Immediately after.

Seventy kilograms!

Seventy-five kilograms!

Eighty kilograms!

Eighty-five kilograms!

The weight was gradually added, and Huang Xiaoming watched with a dry throat.

Damn it, he couldn't even lift it!

Yet, that figure in the corner shook his head again and again.

He was extremely dissatisfied.

He couldn't say a word now; his expression was shaken, and his body was completely frozen in place.

Brother Qin...

Just how fierce is he?!

Soon, reality gave him the answer.

Qin Mu added the weight up to one hundred kilograms, gripped both ends of the barbell firmly, took a deep breath, and lifted it with ease.

Arms straight, he pressed it upward.

One!

Two!

Three!

One set!

Two sets!

After a full two sets, Qin Mu put it back down.

Clatter!

Huang Xiaoming was dumbfounded, the towel draped over his shoulder sliding off his arm onto the floor.

Yet, he didn't react at all.

His gaze was completely vacant.

Damn!

Damn it all!

One hundred kilograms clean and jerk!

Two sets!

And looking at Brother Qin, he wasn't tired at all; he looked quite relaxed!

What kind of level is this?!

Huang Xiaoming didn't know, but he knew he could be crushed by him!

"Brother Xiaoming, you're here."

At this moment, Qin Mu turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"I... I'm here."

Huang Xiaoming hurriedly picked up his towel, his mouth twitching into a smile that looked worse than crying.

He suddenly didn't want to work out anymore.

It was too demoralizing!

"Perfect."

"Brother Xiaoming, come give me a hand, I want to try bench pressing."

Qin Mu called out.

For bench pressing, having someone nearby to spot makes it much more convenient and safe.

Especially for someone like him who was seeking to test heavy weights.

"Okay."

Huang Xiaoming replied woodenly.

His brain had already crashed.

Soon, Qin Mu prepared himself and lay down on the flat bench.

"Brother Qin, how much weight?"

After coming to his senses, Huang Xiaoming also earnestly threw himself into the spotting work.

He was very curious.

What level could Brother Qin reach in bench pressing?

"One hundred and twenty kilograms, I suppose."

Qin Mu said indifferently.

Bench press strength is greater than clean and jerk strength.

So, he started directly with a high weight.

"O... okay."

Huang Xiaoming was stunned.

His own limit was only around one hundred and twenty or thirty.

What a gap.

A moment later, Qin Mu grabbed the barbell and began his first attempt.

Immediately after, he shook his head.

It was too light.

"Add more."

"How much?"

"Ten kilograms."

Huang Xiaoming didn't stop moving.

After adding the weight, he lifted again.

"Keep adding."

"How much?"

"Brother Xiaoming, take it slow, just add ten each time."

Qin Mu laughed.

Hearing this, Huang Xiaoming didn't want to talk.

Adding twenty pounds at a time!

You call this taking it slow?!

Are you kidding me!

And so...

"Add."

"Add more."

"Still adding."

"..."

Soon, the weight reached one hundred and eighty kilograms.

Huang Xiaoming wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands and gave a bitter smile.

This was already equivalent to twice his own body weight!

Yet Brother Qin...

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

Two sets completed.

Relaxed and comfortable.

"That's about it."

After putting it back, Qin Mu stood up calmly.

He didn't continue adding weight.

Having a rough idea in his mind was enough.

After all, Huang Xiaoming was standing right there, his jaw practically on the floor.

Better to keep a low profile.

"Let's try something else."

In just half an hour.

Qin Mu tried various strength tests.

Not bad.

He reached the level of a top professional athlete in every aspect.

Yes.

In every aspect!

Beside him, Huang Xiaoming stood blankly, not saying a word.

He had been demoralized to the point of numbness; he felt nothing.

It was just like that.

Just the level of someone who could win a gold medal at a professional sports meet.

Yeah.

Anyway, I should stop dreaming about it in this lifetime.

"Brother Xiaoming, thanks."

"Let me spot for you."

Stretching his back to ease his muscles, Qin Mu smiled.

Mutual help.

You helped me, I'll help you.

"I..."

"I don't need it!"

Huang Xiaoming was suddenly startled and refused repeatedly.

No, no, no!

I don't want to train anymore!

What was I even training for!

Does it even amount to a fraction of Brother Qin's?

Fine, even if it does!

It's still garbage!

I'm going to lose all face!

"Brother Xiaoming, Brother Qin."

"You're here too, I'll come work out a bit as well."

At this moment, Zhao Xiaogu ran in happily.

She was wearing a fresh T-shirt and shorts, revealing her slender figure.

"Oh my."

"I suddenly remembered Chef Lin asked me to help him prepare breakfast; he might not be able to handle it alone, I'll go first."

"You guys keep training."

Huang Xiaoming seized the opportunity and took his leave.

Time to slip away!

Better to come back and train at night; the blow was too great!

"Brother Qin, Brother Xiaoming, he..."

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaogu looked confused.

What's the situation?

Isn't Chef Lin still asleep?

"I don't know."

Qin Mu shook his head with a bitter smile.

Well then.

Should have been more restrained.

Look at how demoralized the others were.

— Author's Notes —

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