The door to the gym opened.
Slow, loud footsteps resounded behind me as I went down to the ground and pushed myself back up.
"Light.'
The footsteps came closer and a sound rang out.
"T-Three hundred kilos?!"
Ah, so 650 pounds added up to three hundred kilos? The conversion sure was a pain in the ass, but it seemed this guy could do it easily. What even was the conversion like? I didn't bother with inferior measurements so I didn't care.
Still, it was too light.
"Wow," the owner of the footsteps leaned lower and peered at my face from above. For some reason, I could feel deep annoyance filling me.
"You know, for someone as pretty as you are, you sure are a muscle freak."
"It's light," I complained to the man. "If you're going to blabber, why don't you get me more weights?"
"More? I can probably lift it."
Saying that, the man moved to the racks and stacked up another three hundred kilos of weights.
"Yes, do that ten times."
"Ten!? I can't lift that shit."