"Are you an athlete?"

After a while, the muscles and sticks had obtained some physical data from Charles. It was not that these data were so considerable and the values ​​were so high. In fact, they were not high, of course this is relatively speaking.

Rotalie looked at reading a few twisted numbers and whistled, "I have a good physical fitness, and I can already be considered an athlete among ordinary people. Are you an athlete?" Her eyes were a little interested.

In her eyes, athletes are actually no different from Charles. The purpose of her question is because if Charles is an athlete, then she can directly assign tasks to him, how do most athletes complete training tasks?

Unfortunately, though, Charles is not an athlete.

“I’m a college student…”

After a brief calm, a fierce and enthusiastic greeting broke out. They praised Charles with the etiquette of raising middle fingers unique to the locals. Rotalie also showed some contemptuous expressions, "I thought you were an athlete, and your physical fitness was quite good, which saved us some time."

She rubbed her hair and continued while looking at Charles' physical fitness records, "As for everyone's greetings, you don't have to take them seriously. After a while, you will understand why they are so enthusiastic."

Later he realized that this was the natural class opposition between the brain-powered and the laborer. The laborer clearly has a stronger body and can even be said to be stronger in combat, but they are always labored by the brain-powered, which is a problem that will never be solved for the ages.

In the Xiacheng District, all the brainpower people are basically from the middle class in the Zhongcheng District. Under the three contradictions of working style, ideology and social class, people in the Xiacheng District have an instinctive disgust and contempt towards people from the Xiacheng District. Of course, behind this, they are actually envious and jealous.

As the saying goes, using prejudice to belittle things that people cannot get and contrast with their own strength is a very popular and stupid method.

In the eyes of these muscles, the gap between college students, who have already obtained the qualifications to live in the middle city, is not very big with those whom people hate, except for not giving them pressure and exploitation at work.

Fortunately, Charles lives in the lower city, otherwise the muscles and sticks would despise him even more.

Rotalie quickly arranged the training schedule for Shire. Challenging the limits is never a casual game. She not only pays for sweat, but also unbearable pain, blood, and boring and long torture.

Every time you go beyond your limit is a journey to hell. Perhaps only these masochists can endure such training, and it is listed among them, giving people a feeling of enjoyment. Someone even shenyin comes out while exercising!

For four consecutive days, Charlie came back from outside like a dead dog every night, and when she knew that her brother was getting stronger, she finally let go of her heart and said that she would help if she could.

Some alchemy props have a very good reinforcement effect on the person who exceeds the limit, such as props such as gravity rings. This kind of thing can be sold at least tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands in some alchemy stores. If Charles needs it, he will only need to spend 20,000 yuan.

While having a sumptuous dinner, the brother and sister discussed the interesting things that happened recently. As they were talking, Xia Li suddenly thought of something, "Ah, by the way, tomorrow is our graduation ceremony. Brother, are you coming?"

"Tomorrow?", Charles put down the meal spoon and nodded without hesitation, "Of course, this is my dear sister's graduation ceremony, I will definitely go!"

The smile on Charlie's face was about to spread out, "Sure?"

"must!"

In the following time, Charlie was extremely happy. She hummed a nice song and washed the dishes, while Charlie returned to her bed like a dead dog. There was a row of test tubes in the box on the head of the bed, containing blue potions.

This is a special recovery potion he bought from Rotalie. Its name is "Retrospective Light". Its special name requires more than eight hours of recovery time, so it has become a special potion for the oversight and non-wartime periods.

After drinking the plug in his mouth, he didn't forget to whisper. When he really couldn't get a drop, Charles put it back in the box.

This thing is really too expensive, 1,500 yuan per piece, which is why, except for Rotalie and the bartender, the entire dojo, have become muscles and sticks, and they can't pay for this alchemy potion.

In the process of exceeding the limit, the muscles will constantly tear, and the torn muscles will heal the wound through hyperplasia, and eventually these hyperplasia muscles will turn into muscle bumps.

However, alchemy potions are extremely effective in inhibiting the occurrence of this situation. They will accelerate the natural healing of tearing muscles through a method that people cannot study before the muscle fibers have begun to proliferate, and avoid the hyperplasia of muscles, but the strength they should obtain is not weakened at all.

As for its scientific principles, there is no need at all!

After being tired all day, every muscle in my body was in severe pain. This was the price of surpassing the limit regardless of consequences. Of course, alchemy potions were also one of the costs.

But it's all worth it. I'm getting stronger every day. I open my eyes every morning. The feeling of being able to clearly feel that today's self is stronger than yesterday's self is really fascinating.

The late at night, the more the abnormal feeling in the body was enlarged to the limit, but even so, Charles quickly fainted in severe pain.

The next morning, the sun shone through the dust through the window and shone on Charles' face. His eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Perfect, the continuous power of his body made him feel that he could break the entire building with one punch, although all this was an illusion.

I took a look at the time and it was only around six in the morning.

He has been getting up very early in the morning these days, which may be a reason for him to faint after dinner every day. He stretched and pushed open the bedroom door. The sound of showers drizzled from the bathroom and the cheap, but very pleasant smell of shower gel made his movements pause for a moment.

He wanted to go to the bathroom, but he lost a lot of water since yesterday afternoon. After training, he replenished a lot of water and then fell into a coma in his bed.

Even though the body's metabolism slowed down to its limit, he now needs to remove some boiling water from his body. The feeling of coming out anytime and anywhere is really terrible, but there are people in the bathroom.

At this moment, a wet head was exposed behind some transparent glass, "Are you awake?"

"Um……"

"You want to use the bathroom?"

"……Um"

"I'll pull the shower curtain..."

"…Um…"
Chapter completed!