enjoyebooks Chapter 63 isn't about speed, it's about familiarity with faces.
Chapter 63 isn't about speed, it's about familiarity with faces.
Dai Xiao didn't even look up, and casually said:
"According to ergonomics, the standard way to do a wall slam is to place your palms on the wall above the other person's head, with your arms at a 45-degree angle to the wall, and your body 30 to 50 centimeters away from the other person. Jing Yang's action just now had an arm angle of about 72 degrees and his body was too close to the wall, making the visual effect look like 'vomiting while leaning against the wall'."
Jing Yang: "..."
Yang Yi burst out laughing.
Shen Li laughed heartily, walked over and patted Jing Yang on the shoulder:
"Young Master Jing, don't be discouraged. The key to a successful wall slam is finding the right balance. Too close and it's harassment; too far and it's like leaning against a wall. I'll be your sparring partner, and we'll figure it out slowly."
Jing Yang's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Really. But the training fee is 50 per hour."
"Get lost! Are you robbing me?!"
The dormitory was filled with laughter. Shen Li laughed as she dodged the pillow Jing Yang threw at her. The heavy feeling of "the hardships of starting a business" in her heart was greatly diluted by the joyful atmosphere.
Forget about bugs, monsters, or the 5:30 AM morning exercises. As long as the brothers of 512 are here, even if the sky falls, we can use it as a blanket.
Shen Li took out her phone and sent a message to the 512 dormitory group:
"Brothers, it's my treat tonight. BBQ at 'Old Place' outside the North Gate. To celebrate the launch of the 'Grain Run' beta version, and also to celebrate hitting our first hole. Hitting a hole is nothing to be afraid of, just get up and keep going!"
Jing Yang replied instantly: "Holy crap! Boss Li is so generous!"
Yang Yi: "Can I not eat spicy food?"
Dai Xiao: "According to nutrition science, it is not advisable to consume too much oily food after strenuous exercise. It is recommended to increase the proportion of vegetables."
Shen Li smiled and replied with a single word: "Let's go!"
The four men marched in a grand procession toward the north gate. The September evening breeze was cool and refreshing on their faces, carrying the aroma of grilled skewers.
Shen Li walked in front, with her three roommates following behind. The streetlights cast long shadows of the four of them, overlapping each other like a burning flame.
"Grain Run, the race officially begins," he said silently to himself. "There's a pit ahead, go around it. There's a wall, climb over it. There's a fairy..." He smirked, "and fool her over there."
7:30 a.m., in the cafeteria.
Shen Li slumped in the chair, feeling like a wrung-out rag.
Every muscle in my body was sending out an SOS distress signal; I couldn't lift my arms, my legs were trembling, and even my hands, which were holding chopsticks, were shaking.
This morning, that devil Fang Ying gave him an extra dose.
After a 5km warm-up run, we went straight to core strength training, doing planks until the end of time, sit-ups until we questioned our existence, and push-ups until our pectoral muscles exploded.
During the final flexibility training, Fang Ying personally pressed down on Shen Li's legs with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to annihilate Shen Li.
What's worse, this devilish instructor wore that awful sports bra the entire time.
The neckline was shockingly low, and the magnificent view rose and fell with her breath, sweat sliding down her collarbone into that bottomless cleavage.
When he pressed his legs together, the scent of sweat and shower gel wafted directly into Shen Li's nostrils, almost causing him to lose his composure on the spot.
"Eat more protein."
Fang Ying sat opposite, with a bowl of millet porridge, three boiled eggs, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables in front of her. She ate with such elegance and refinement, completely different from the devilish instructor she had just been.
Shen Li looked at the six boiled eggs on her plate and felt like crying.
"Sister Fang Ying, can I skip the egg yolk? It's too high in cholesterol."
"No." Fang Ying didn't even look up. "The lecithin in the egg yolk is good for muscle recovery. Eat it."
Shen Li peeled the eggs with tears in her eyes. By the time she got to the fourth one, her fingers were cramping.
Xiong Rui walked over carrying a large plate of steamed buns and placed it in front of Shen Li: "Li'er, have a snack! You need to replenish carbs after training, otherwise it'll be a waste of your time!"
The plate was piled high with steamed buns, like a small mountain. Looking at this heap of carbohydrates, Shen Li felt her stomach growling.
"Brother Xiong, I can't eat that much..."
"You have to eat, even if you can't!" Xiong Rui slapped him on the back, almost knocking him into the plate. "With your current physique, you'll have to eat like crazy if you want to gain weight! Look at Junior Sister Fang Ying, when she first started training, she ate eight meals a day!"
Fang Ying raised her eyes and gave Xiong Rui a cold glance. Xiong Rui immediately shut up and lowered his head to eat his steamed bun.
Shen Li silently complained in her heart: Fang Ying, is that figure you got from eating only eight meals a day? How much training would you have to do to burn that off?
However, to be fair, Fang Ying's figure is indeed top-notch.
Not the skinny "paper doll" type, but the "battle angel" type with smooth muscle lines and a powerful presence.
The full curves of the sports bra are not soft and floppy, but rather firm, upright, and elastic.
Her abs were clearly defined, her waist was slender yet her core strength was astonishing. The yoga pants accentuated her rounded, firm buttocks, and her thigh muscles had smooth, beautiful lines.
This physique is the result of hard work and dedication, built up through sweat and protein.
Shen Li gritted her teeth, stuffed the sixth egg into her mouth, grabbed a steamed bun, and took a big bite.
We need to do "Grain Run"! We need to go to the film studio! We need to build muscle!
With three mountains pressing down on our shoulders, how can we have the strength to carry them if we don't eat our fill?
After finishing her meal, Shen Li dragged her exhausted body toward the dance studio. On the way, she took out her phone, opened the "Film City Extras Daily Pay Group 1" and started staking out.
Goodness, since six in the morning, the group has been flooded with four or five hundred messages. Announcements, order grabbing, confirmations, casual chat—it's as lively as a market.
Shen Li flipped through the list one by one, her eyes scanning like a scanner.
"Urgent hiring! Qing Dynasty drama needs 10 eunuchs, all day tomorrow. 150 RMB per day, lunch included. Requirements: good hairstyle, not stage fright."
Eunuch? 150 a day? Shen Li touched her fairly thick hair and thought, what if it doesn't grow back if I shave it? Never mind.
"Modern drama, needs 3 foreground actors, with screen time! Requirements: Female, long hair, good figure. Male, height 178cm or above, energetic. Daily pay 300 RMB, director will personally select actors."
There are already more than twenty replies under this post, all of them saying "1. Send the information privately".
Shen Li noticed that those who managed to get a front-row seat were mostly "star extras" in the group, and their replies were neat and concise.
Those who typed a long string of "Pick me, pick me" were completely ignored.
"Sure enough, it's not about speed, it's about familiarity with faces." Shen Li clicked her tongue and continued scrolling down.
I saw another announcement from "Sister Dong":
"Tomorrow morning, we need 8 female extras to play dancers in a period drama set in the Republican era. Requirements: good figure, able to wear a cheongsam, and able to dance. Daily pay: 200 yuan, plus boxed lunches (I tasted today's lunches for you; the braised pork was stewed until very tender, so you can use it). By the way, does anyone have a Band-Aid? I pricked myself with a safety pin while trying on a cheongsam yesterday."
The crowd below instantly erupted in chaos.
"Sister Dong! I have some band-aids here! Would the ones with cartoon designs be okay?"
"Sister Dong, is your hand alright? Would you like me to get you some iodine?"
"Sister Dong, I've been eating the hot and sour noodles you recommended for three days straight! It's so addictive!"
"1. Send the information privately. By the way, Sister Dong, what's the soup in today's lunchboxes?"