Zhang Feng opened his eyes and looked at the furniture arrangement that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
Back again.
[Target Achieved]
[Main Quest 'Survive to Age 30' Reward: 50 Experience]
[Adventurer Level: 0 (50/100)]
[Top Prize of the North and South: 50 Honor]
[Honor Level: 1 (0/200)]
[Countdown to Next Adventure]
[167:59:59]
[167...]
...
Lines of text floated before him.
Accompanying them appeared a red carrot.
It was the 'Double Joy'.
Zhang Feng quickly finished eating it in a few bites, feeling his constitution increase while observing changes in his attributes.
[Constitution: 11.334 (+1)]
'What does the +1 in parentheses mean?'
Zhang Feng was a bit puzzled, but soon remembered it was the 'ring' from the trial reward.
Too much time had passed, and he had forgotten.
Zhang Feng touched the slightly warm wooden ring, then looked at the new lines of text in his character information.
[Adventurer: Zhang Feng]
[Currently possesses 1 universal entry for all characters]
[Do Not Despair at Sunset (Inlaid)]
[Effect: When you live to 150 years old, Constitution +1, Bone Root +1, Spirit Root +1]
[All Intermediate Combat: Completed]
[Note: 'Intermediate Combat' entries will no longer appear]
...
"So no more combat options."
Zhang Feng examined the last few lines of text, weighing gains and losses,
"Although choosing combat options would add constitution enhancements and muscle memory, giving a higher starting point and better survival means in the adventure world.
But my last adventure was 'starting from zero.'
Personally experienced the entire journey from 'child' to 'grandmaster.'
At each stage, which martial arts to use, which techniques to employ.
I already know it all by heart."
Zhang Feng moved his body, and once he got familiar with his physical strength, he suddenly turned around, swung his leg, then followed through with a forward step.
Although the move wasn't as sharp as in the previous world, it was enough to handle someone with the same constitution.
Swish swish—
Then shook both hands.
Zhang Feng finally looked at his arm quietly.
Having exerted too much force earlier, there was a slight sprain.
But it was nothing serious.
And now it was dark.
Zhang Feng chose to sleep.
Wherever it felt uncomfortable, a night's sleep would fix it.
"Though the adventure world was daytime, I vaguely remember that my real self had gone through a day of training."
Zhang Feng thought drowsily, and soon fell asleep.
...
In the morning.
Zhang Feng moved his body around and began a new day of training.
But unlike the previous routine of fitness and weightlifting.
On the contrary, Zhang Feng directly adopted the kung fu stance, using the Mixed Element Posture of Tai Chi to channel strength.
With Zhang Feng's experience in mastering various martial arts styles, this kind of constitution-boosting effect was slightly higher than normal fitness.
Of course, the most important thing was to develop 'muscle memory.'
Posture training is the starting style of all kung fu transformations.
Whoosh—
Zhang Feng performed the posture training, and his movements were very precise.
Even if some parts were incorrect, he could quickly self-correct and adjust.
The abundant experience led Zhang Feng directly towards the path of a martial arts grandmaster.
Zhang Feng practiced for a while, then subconsciously looked to the right.
"Master, how's my Tai Chi posture? Third Senior Brother, take a look too..."
When Zhang Feng practiced in the courtyard, his master usually relaxed under the eaves on the right side.
The Third Senior Brother loved reading newspapers.
But at this moment, upon turning his head, Zhang Feng remembered he had already returned.
...
In the afternoon.
In silence, Zhang Feng chose to work out for half an hour, training endurance and explosiveness.
Modern fitness techniques are scientific and naturally have their merits.
At least the muscles that some martial arts cannot effectively target, fitness could proportionately train them.
Once all the 'assignments' were done.
Zhang Feng finally started resting by lying on the bed and watching survival videos for a while.
Zhang Feng had downloaded all these videos for easy access and memorization anytime.
Just watching them again.
Zhang Feng suddenly frowned, "After thirty years, I've long forgotten eighty to ninety percent, and need to relearn."
Thirty years of time had changed so much.
The survival videos I once almost memorized now seem incredibly fresh.
...
In the evening, after a full meal.
Rest for a while.
When the time reached 7:50.
Zhang Feng was preparing to start his night run.
But before running, Zhang Feng vaguely remembered he seemed to have an appointment with a 'running buddy'?
Just... what time was it again?
Was it eight o'clock or eight thirty?
Zhang Feng thought for a while but still couldn't remember.
But he knew there was such a person.
"It seems that before I enter the adventurer world next time, I should find a little notebook to jot down recent things.
Otherwise, if it's another adventure lasting decades, I might forget everything when I return."
Zhang Feng thought and acted, picking up a notebook and starting to write memos.
'Seems like I have an appointment with someone, but forgot what time, today I'll check it out.'
After writing this sentence.
Zhang Feng saw the time was almost eight, so he went downstairs and arrived at the old street corner not far away.
The street corner was slightly recessed, with a section of fitness equipment.
Zhang Feng casually picked one to start exercising, watching cars come and go in the distance, occasionally passing by a beautiful woman.
"Hey, buddy! You're here early!"
About ten minutes later.
A young man walked up to Zhang Feng, "It's just past eight ten now, usually don't we meet at eight thirty?"
"You also came quite early." Zhang Feng remembered the time, it was eight thirty.
"I'm starting with a bit of practice." The young man walked to the nearby pull-up bar, "I told you, I'm a newbie, starting from zero, just need a lot of practice."
He said this, then stretched his arms and began to laboriously pull himself up.
After he did two reps and got back down.
"There's a technique." Zhang Feng, idle himself, approached and said:
"Your training method is wrong. Although forcing the pull can have an exercise effect, it tends to strain your underlying muscles more."
"Buddy, you're an expert, right?" The young man looked at Zhang Feng, "Yesterday, when you said my breathing was uneven, I felt your running knowledge was abundant.
Now you understand fitness too, have you specifically learned it or is it part of your job?"
"Studied it." Zhang Feng nodded.
"Then teach me more in the future." The young man smiled, taking out a cigarette from his pocket.
The cigarettes, thirty-five a pack, aren't cheap.
The young man's condition should be pretty good.
"Coach!" He quickly changed his tone, "Going for barbecue after the run?"
"Sure." Zhang Feng didn't refuse.
The young man saw Zhang Feng agree, feeling their relationship getting closer, so he asked another question, "Coach, what work do you do at the moment?
Don't misunderstand, I'm just asking.
Because after jogging every day, I have to train at the park's fitness equipment for a while.
If you teach me too late, will it affect your daytime job?"
"It won't." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I practice at home at night too, whether alone or with someone, it's all practice."
Teaching others might even help to review and know new things, assessing personal deficiencies.
...
Six days unknowingly passed.
Zhang Feng practiced at home during the day and went out to exercise with the young man in the evening.
Their conversation gradually increased.
Allowing Zhang Feng to gradually learn his family runs a small business.
He also learned Zhang Feng is currently unemployed.
On the seventh night.
Nine o'clock.
At the park entrance.
Zhang Feng thought about the next adventure about to start, still bidding farewell early.
"Brother Zhang!" The young man saw Zhang Feng was about to leave, took two steps forward and said, "On my way home yesterday, I saw a gym recruiting coaches."
He took out his phone, showing the gym's phone number, "Wanted to ask you yesterday but forgot.
Are you interested?"
"Thanks." Zhang Feng saw the young man cared about his unemployment, worried about his situation, feeling grateful inside.
The young man, being quite familiar with Zhang Feng, joked: "I'm also afraid that one day you'll starve to death, then no one will teach me."
"That's indeed true." Zhang Feng felt the words were unpleasant but made sense.
It's just that gyms aren't really where he wants to go.
"I actually prefer martial arts gyms." Zhang Feng said while still jotting down the number, not wanting to waste the young man's goodwill,
"But I haven't planned on it recently, let's keep looking around for now."
"I'll keep an eye out for you then." The young man nodded, then asked, "Brother Zhang, is it my imagination?
Or have you gotten stronger lately?
I remember a few days ago while running with you, you occasionally took heavy breaths.
But these days, your breathing seems to have stabilized."
"Just have to keep practicing." Zhang Feng casually dismissed the question.
But knowing inside, the reason for his sudden improvement was all because of that peculiar radish.
+1 Constitution, equivalent to increasing a regular person's body functions by one-tenth.
The immediate change surely would be different.
...
Bidding farewell to the young man.
Back home, eleven o'clock.
Washing up done.
Zhang Feng lay on the bed, looking forward to the countdown.