After being "motivated" by Chen Yu, it was obvious that the overweight neighbor had become abnormal.
Lying under the equipment, he was lifting the barbell frantically.
Once.
Ten times.
Thirty times…
Watching him, Chen Yu was shocked and wary and began to hesitate whether to stop him or not.
If the guy really got trained up, turned around, and beat him up, it would be like beating up a kid.
He still remembered that his neighbor had a "passive skill" — [(F+ Grade) Superior Muscle Cells], which gave him stronger red muscle cell contraction abilities than an average person…
"Bro…"
Seeing the overweight neighbor had cycled through the barbell "thirty" times again in the blink of an eye, Chen Yu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but intervene, "Alright, that's enough; take a break, your muscles are about to melt."
"I'm still okay." The neighbor was drenched in sweat and had a determined look, continually repeating the movement: "I've discovered I seem to have a talent for this."
"So you think you can do it quickly." Chen Yu nodded.
"Pff." The neighbor deflated, nearly having the barbell smash on his head.
Chen Yu looked on with concern: "Be more careful."
If the guy got killed by the barbell, he would lose this "perfect" experiment subject…
"Look at that fatty, so disgusting." At this moment, in the dynamic bike area not far from the equipment area, a curly-haired woman disdainfully pointed at the overweight neighbor: "He's sweating like he's oozing oil. Ugh."
"Who you're telling! A [worthless homebody] should just stay quietly at home." Her companion rolled her eyes as well: "What's with pretending to be a gym enthusiast."
As the early bird catches the worm.
They had come to the gym early in the morning, hoping to eye some handsome guys, but only saw two [worthless homebodies], which was a huge turn-off for them.
The overweight neighbor paused, his arms freezing as he was lifting the barbell.
Chen Yu rubbed his face and suddenly stood up, moving towards the bikes: "What? Do you have hemorrhoids in your mouths? Every time you open your mouths, it's like spewing shit and pus?"
"Did you insult me?" The curly-haired fitness woman was taken aback for a moment and pointed at her nose: "Are you insulting me?"
"I'm not just insulting you." Chen Yu pointed directly at her companion: "Is this auntie here your mother? I'll curse her too."
"Who the heck is an auntie!" The curly-haired woman's companion exploded: "You're asking for it, you moron. Do you know who I am?"
"What, are you a Pekingese? Or a bulldog? Do I really have to know your breed?" Step by step, Chen Yu walked up to the two women, rolling up his sleeves: "Want to bet I can turn you into a Shar Pei?"
"We were talking about that [worthless homebody]." The curly-haired woman pointed at the overweight neighbor: "Why are you joining in to get scolded?"
"So what if he's a [worthless homebody]?" Chen Yu shifted his target: "When you die one day, can't you stay properly inside your coffin and keep from wandering around?"
"You!" The curly-haired fitness woman's chest heaved with anger, and she stammered: "Are you even a man? Bullying two women like us."
"I'm cursing you, does it matter whether you're men or women?" Chen Yu took a step forward: "If you hadn't started spewing crap, would it have attracted the dung beetle?"
"Bro, your language is too foul. You're even cursing yourself."
In the distance, a male personal trainer who had been adjusting the fitness equipment for a while seemed to confirm that Chen Yu, this [worthless homebody], posed no threat; he immediately walked over, puffed up his sturdy frame, and looked down at Chen Yu: "Apologize to the two ladies right now."
"Yo-ho." Chen Yu looked surprised and eyed the man from head to toe: "Here comes a Fei Yangyang."
The male personal trainer's face changed: "Shut your damn mouth! Looking for a beating, are you?"
No sooner had these words fallen than Chen Yu actually started throwing punches as soon as he said he would! He took down the other with a sweeping leg, and then mounted him, landing two solid punches, "bang bang."
"Ah—"
The male personal trainer immediately covered his face, his nose bleeding as he curled up into a ball.
"Bro." Chen Yu patted off the dust on his hands, his words cutting to the bone, "Your leg training isn't up to par."
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? We can't fight here!" Downstairs, the manager, having heard the commotion, hurried up to intervene, "You... why are you hitting someone?"
"I'm hitting Fei Yangyang," Chen Yu explained.
"Big brother, please... don't hit anymore." The chubby neighbor ran over, panting, cautiously glanced at the curly-haired fitness woman, and then tugged at Chen Yu's clothes, "I'm fine. I didn't hear anything just now."
"Whatever, I heard it, and it's not okay." Chen Yu swatted the neighbor's hand away, "You, stand over there."
"Oh." The chubby neighbor swallowed his saliva and obediently stood behind Chen Yu.
"Now, apologize to my buddy," Chen Yu demanded of the two women.
"Apologize to you two 'loser nerds'? Do you think you deserve it?"
"Fine. Then I'll beat you both up." Rolling up his other sleeve as well, Chen Yu was ready to throw punches when he said,
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You can't fight!" The manager, terrified, quickly hugged Chen Yu, "You can't fight here! You can't!"
After a few attempts, Chen Yu realized the manager was quite strong and gave up, then beckoned the two women with his finger, "Come on, downstairs, one-on-one."
"One-on-your-mom! Fucking nerds," the curly-haired woman's companion lost her temper, pulling out her phone, "Wait, I'm calling people now."
Seeing this, Chen Yu made a swift decision, grabbing his neighbor and attempting to leave but was held back by the biased manager clutching him tightly.
"Well done."
Chen Yu let out an amused snort, shaking off his hand and pulling out the bone-chopping knife from his waist, placing it against the manager's neck, "Buddy, you're quite strong, aren't you."
The manager, horrified, quickly let go and stepped back.
"I won't come to this shitty gym anymore. Damn it, refund my money."
"We... we can't do refunds here..."
Chen Yu aimed the blade at the manager's forehead, "Ever heard of a knife technique that comes out of nowhere?"
The manager: "..."
After a moment of silence, the manager, feeling more certain that the man in front of him was mentally unstable, prudently took out two small stacks of cash from his pocket and threw them to Chen Yu.
Catching the money, Chen Yu tucked the bone-chopping knife back into his waistband without a backward glance, and, pulling the chubby neighbor with him, walked downstairs and out.
Pushing open the fitness center's main door, he picked up pace, walking faster and faster, eventually breaking into a jog... and soon they had left five streets behind.
"We're safe here." Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu slumped down on some steps, "Let's not go to that gym anymore."
"Big brother, you're too impulsive," the chubby neighbor wiped sweat from his face, "It's okay if they insult me a bit."
"How can that be okay?" Chen Yu assessed his neighbor from head to toe, "Is this about being bullied? Are you a masochist?"
"It's nothing to be bullied."
"Bullshit. If there's gonna be any bullying, it has to be me doing it!" Chen Yu curled his lip, "They're nothing compared to Gil."
At these words, the chubby neighbor was struck as if by lightning, staring at Chen Yu in disbelief, utterly shocked.
For a moment, his heart raced like a startled deer.
His cheeks also gradually turned red...
Chen Yu: "..."
"Swish!"
Chen Yu threw the knife, "You're blushing about what now?!"
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