[Progression: (150/150) sit-ups, (3000/300) push-ups]
[Task Completed!]
[+5 Exp]
Jin heaved. The exercises were still far too easy, as expected. He stroked a hand along his forehead, wiping away the trifle of sweat present. "These tasks aren't going to get me anywhere. My best option is to level up by beating people up on the streets ... don't think I have any other choice." apathy in his voice.
He took a bath, brushed his teeth, and went to the living room. He sat on a couch, next to Ashton. To which Ashton alluded nervousness all of a sudden. Ashton kept shooting glimpses at him. And he noticed every single one. With or without his system, Jin was quite good at sensing when people's looking at him.
Dobby was sitting on the other couch with Tristan, his eye downcast at his phone. Tristan's hands were clasped together, his eyes narrowed. Tristan sighed and looked at Jin. "Hey, Jin. Mind passing me the remote on that table there."
