The faucet turned on.
The showerhead began spraying.
Water poured down like a waterfall, cascading directly onto his head.
Fang Cheng blissfully closed his eyes, exhaling deeply.
He let the icy tap water flow over his face, chest, hands, and feet, washing away all the sweat and heat.
Being able to shower thoroughly after working out truly is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
With a forceful wipe across his face using his hands, Fang Cheng opened his eyes.
Then, he turned the knob towards the direction of the red arrow.
The cold water quickly turned into hot water of over forty degrees.
Feeling the stimulating sensation from the alternation of hot and cold, Fang Cheng squeezed some shower gel, spread it all over his body, and swiftly began scrubbing.
He put on a clean tank top and shorts, opened the curtain, and stepped out of the shower room in his slippers.
He felt that after bathing, his pores were refreshed and clear.
Long workouts’ accumulated toxins, stress, and anxiety were all washed clean.
Fang Cheng grabbed a towel to dry his hair and walked over to the sink, looking at himself in the mirror.
His muscles bulged, and his physique was balanced.
Bruises from a night market brawl with a gang had already disappeared without a trace.
His arms, shoulders, chest, abdomen, and thighs, all seemed as if they had been re-sculpted, the lines becoming smooth and powerful.
Especially his abdomen, where the contours of six-pack abs were clearly visible, irresistibly inviting one to reach out and touch.
Thin in clothes, muscular without them.
That might just describe his current appearance.
Fang Cheng tightened his fist, feeling the sensation of power filling his body, his lips slightly curving upward.
"Feeling stronger is truly wonderful!"
With the special effect of "Lonely Highness," the effectiveness of training significantly improved.
The muscle growth was visible to the naked eye.
Now, with his constitution enhanced to 20 points, his body’s recovery speed also began to show signs of surpassing that of ordinary people.
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered as he looked at the panel to check the gains from this morning’s workout.
[Concentration Experience +5]
[Boxing Experience +7]
[Sanda Experience +10]
[Push-ups Experience +41]
[Deep Squat Experience +46]
[Lifting Leg Experience +30]
[Pull-up Experience +30]
[Back Bridge Experience +30]
The experience gain in five fitness skills almost tripled.
To verify the actual effect of 20 points in constitution.
After regular training, Fang Cheng intentionally increased the intensity for additional extreme training.
Within an hour and a half, he completed a total of 500 folded knife push-ups, 500 single-leg squats, and 90 back bridges.
Then he grabbed the door frame of his bedroom and performed 120 pull-ups and 120 hanging leg raises continuously.
Until he was completely exhausted, he then used "Potential Activation" for a full recovery.
This was probably the current limit of his body’s stamina.
Even amongst world champion-level athletes, he was undoubtedly outstanding.
Fang Cheng pondered in secret, his eyes moving to a skill on the panel that was sealed in a grey state.
"Potential Activation..."
If it weren’t for the purpose of rushing progress and adding extra training,
20 points of constitution would have been more than sufficient to handle twice the usual training intensity.
Moreover, after increasing the Spirit Attribute, unlocking new skills became much easier.
Perhaps he could consider saving the cooldown time of Potential Activation as a true trump card to use...
The thought quickly passed.
Fang Cheng admired his physique briefly, without much delay.
He then put on a jacket, picked up the bag of clothes, and walked outside.
This is a public bathhouse, located next to the tubular building where people live.
Because there is no private bathroom at home, Fang Cheng has to run a few extra steps whenever he wants to take a shower.
Fortunately, the fee is relatively cheap, a hot shower costs only five yuan for less than half an hour.
Several aunties are sitting at the entrance chatting, their eyes all turn toward Fang Cheng when he steps out.
Fang Cheng casually greets.
Every rest day after morning exercise, he comes here for a shower and is very familiar with the bathhouse owner.
However, the way these middle-aged women look at him is so fiery that he can’t help but feel embarrassed.
Auntie Li smiles and nods repeatedly in response.
Watching Fang Cheng’s departing figure, her eyes are satisfied and she mutters:
"He’s good-looking, has a nice body, and is so well-mannered and clean, such a great young man, how wonderful if he could be my son-in-law..."
Hearing her muttering to herself, another auntie’s expression changes slightly.
Then she lowers her voice to gossip:
"I heard that Fang Cheng’s deceased father was a murderer, Sister-in-law Li should be careful."
Auntie Li glances at her indifferently:
"Last time at the market, didn’t I see you chatting with Biyun and wanting to introduce your daughter to Fang Cheng?"
That auntie is exceedingly embarrassed upon hearing this and quickly changes the subject.
Their conversation also stirs up some thoughts among the other women.
Ordinary people value character and ability.
Family background and such are concerns only for the wealthy.
To put it bluntly, everyone living here belongs to the lower strata of society with all kinds of people mixed in.
If one were to really look into everyone’s ancestors eight generations back, none have foundations that stand out.
Thus, a child with a good appearance and disciplined nature is seen as a potential asset and a treasure worth vying for in the neighbors’ eyes.
If they wait another year or two, it’ll probably be too late for them.
"Ten beef buns and two bags of soy milk, please pack them..."
Fang Cheng stands in front of a breakfast stall downstairs, pulling out his wallet with one hand.
Because of his high Spirit Attribute.
Across the bathhouse, he can clearly hear the whispers of those aunties gossiping behind his back.
"Ah Cheng, you taking a break today, having such a good appetite?"
The stall owner is an honest middle-aged uncle, who, while packing the meat buns into a plastic bag, asks with a smile.
Fang Cheng also smiles and nods in response, giving no further explanation.
Then, carrying two bags, he walks home slowly, stepping through puddles.
Approaching the tubular building, he sees an electric tricycle delivering gas cylinders stopped at the entrance.
Two people are standing in front of the cart, arguing over the price.
"50 yuan? That’s expensive!"
"Brother, can we do 20?"
"We’re working hard in this cold weather, it’s only an extra 5 yuan per floor."
"It’s not cold today, the sun is out, make it a bit cheaper, let’s just do half price..."
Zhou Xiumei, without her usual scarf, keeps talking non-stop with her red plump lips.
Holding her wallet, she takes out several bills, insisting on giving them to a short and stocky gas delivery worker.
But the gas delivery worker repeatedly shakes his head and refuses.
"Sorry, let me handle it."
At this moment, a tall and thin figure steps between the two, directly reaching for the gas cylinder on the ground.
Zhou Xiumei turns and looks, her mouth slightly open in shock, hurriedly advising:
"Brother Cheng, it’s too heavy, you can’t handle it..."
Seeing this, the gas delivery worker grumbles discontentedly:
"If you had a man in the house, you should have said so earlier, saving all this trouble..."
Fang Cheng grabs the protector of the gas cylinder with one hand and easily starts heading for the stairs.
The nearly fifty-kilogram steel cylinder filled with liquefied gas feels as light as a bottle of milk in his hand.
Seeing this, the gas delivery worker’s eyes widen and he immediately shuts his mouth.
Zhou Xiumei, however, blushes and awkwardly follows behind.