There must be something wrong with me

[You have archived, you have left this world]

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[Target completed]

[Main line ’Survive 2 years’ reward: 50 adventure experience]

[Adventure level: 1 (0/200)]

[Find Luo Huo: 100 honor]

[Honor level: 1 (100/200)]

[Hunt the old lynx: completed]

[Note 1: You completed a ’hunt’]

[Note 2: Strengthening times in ’regular type’ adventure world have changed from ’20’ to ’21’]

[Countdown for next adventure]

[167:59:59]

[167...]

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Home.

Zhang Feng looked at everything familiar in the room, while feeling a wave of exhaustion hit his body.

After all, his true self had ’just finished a day’s practice’, and hadn’t slept yet.

But Zhang Feng did not choose to rest, instead looking at a grape that appeared in front of him.

Swallowed it whole.

Constitution +1.2.

Now constitution is [12.762 (+1)]

"It’s past 13." Zhang Feng lifted his sore and swollen arm and clenched his strong fist,

"The remaining thing is to try practicing Hard Qigong in reality."

Zhang Feng held expectations, strongly resisting fatigue, quickly got out of bed, and posed the starting posture of Hard Qigong.

Quietly feeling.

And simultaneously watching his own arm.

One second... ten seconds...

Ten minutes later...

Zhang Feng felt too tired, so he lay on the bed.

Then watched again.

One second... ten seconds...

"Huh?" Zhang Feng suddenly nodded off, accidentally fell asleep just now.

It’s okay, let’s try again.

One second... ten seconds...

...

Morning.

"Yawn... huh? How is it already dawn?"

Zhang Feng woke up groggily, not even knowing what time he fell asleep yesterday.

But now his spirit is just right.

After eating, filling his stomach.

Zhang Feng continued practicing while recalling the deep insights in his mind.

...

Afternoon, four o’clock.

"One meridian resonates."

Zhang Feng happily looked at his arm.

The muscles there slightly twitched, like another ’small heart’ installed in the flesh.

Familiar resonance sensation let Zhang Feng know Hard Qigong can be practiced in reality!

"Next is the second one."

Zhang Feng looked at the other arm.

And continued during the practice process.

Zhang Feng reviewed today’s training and had some insights.

"The talent for Martial Arts and muscle memory are still very important.

Like now, my body foundation is not as good as the previous world.

Although constitution is higher, some boxing muscle memories are relatively less.

And my own Martial Arts qualification is also low.

Among them ’Nature creates us for a purpose’ gave 0.5.

First choosing Martial Arts gave 0.5.

Now my reality Martial Arts talent is only [1]"

When Zhang Feng recalled these things, his eyes not only did not show disappointment but rather some heat,

"With my somewhat low Martial Arts talent, coupled with the inadequate fighting muscle memory.

Ultimately it took me most of the day to initiate the first resonance of meridians.

But if I had another chance, I feel I could trigger it half an hour earlier!

Because the accumulation of experience can really compensate for one’s inadequacy.

Experience can be converted into realization!"

Zhang Feng’s mind was bright, practicing and learning simultaneously, continuously improving his own understanding of training experience.

...

In a blink.

Seven days passed.

Zhang Feng opened twelve ’relatively easy’ meridians in total.

They are distributed on the arms, shoulders, thighs, calves, all muscles regularly used.

The remaining four are the ’Tianzong’ on both sides of the back and the meridian muscle groups near the hand dorsum ’He Gu’.

Because in everyday life these muscles are seldom specifically trained, they open a bit slower.

But Zhang Feng knew, aware the back muscle groups can be trained in bent-over bird exercises during gym.

For the hand dorsum, it can train by applying Iron Sand Palm, grabbing sand, which is hard training of hand power.

These few days, Zhang Feng focused on these two items.

Besides that.

Zhang Feng also found that his speed of opening meridians was even faster by several days compared to the previous adventure world.

The previous world took about twenty-three days to open them all.

Zhang Feng estimated in the reality world, at most nineteen days.

Of course, next time he returned, it should be even faster.

Zhang Feng had this confidence, feeling there is still a lot of room for improvement.

...

Seventh-day night.

After finishing today’s high-intensity training, Zhang Feng still dragged his exhausted body to run.

These seven days, Zhang Feng never stopped running.

Click —

Opened the door, Zhang Feng shut the medicinal smell inside the room.

During these seven days, Zhang Feng also bought plenty of medicinal herbs.

And replanned his training regimen.

That is, treating running at night as muscle relaxation, increasing aerobic blood circulation, speeding up absorption of medicinal effects, replenishing exhaustion from high-intensity all day, then resuming high-intensity training the next day.

Such cycle repeats.

Only, although plans are good, the body can somewhat withstand.

But medicinal herbs are too expensive.

...

Eight-thirty.

Zhang Feng came to the gym equipment area, saw ’running mate, Xiaoli’ who was warming up.

He saw Zhang Feng arrive, nodded to Zhang Feng, then directly started running.

Zhang Feng did not speak, followed with a jog.

Beep–

Accompanied by honks from cars and electric vehicles.

The two gradually ran near the park.

Zhang Feng was still looking at the distant supermarket’s clock, then stopped, turning to Xiaoli who also stopped.,

"Li Zi, I’m heading back first."

"Why every seven days, do you always leave early?" Xiaoli slowly stopped, approaching Zhang Feng, "Tomorrow are we still meeting?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, then checked him out up and down, smiled: "Li Zi is doing well, now you don’t even pant after running."

"It’s not me not panting." Xiaoli shook his head, speechless, "It’s you recently running slower, and I’m embarrassed to speed up, so running slowly, of course, I find it easy."

"That’s still progress." Zhang Feng took out a towel from his pocket and wiped his sweat.

With a wipe, a scent of herbal medicine diluted by sweat.

Xiaoli shook his head again, "Watching you running effortlessly recently made me curious, then you headed back early one night, came out with herbal ointment the next day.

This two seven-day periods, you’ve changed.

I’m curious, are you secretly learning new fitness techniques at home?

Brother Zhang, you’re really all about competition!"

He said, seemingly curious, but actually not prying into private matters, instead finally talking about related matters between the two,

"By the way, Brother Zhang, did you call the gym phone I gave last time, did you go?"

"Not yet." Hearing this, Zhang Feng remembered there was such a matter.

’Medicinal herbs are too expensive, my current savings don’t support me practicing.’

Zhang Feng felt he needed to find work.

"Not gone? Then perfect!" Xiaoli pulled out his phone, wiping the sweat prints off, unlocked the phone,

"Recently I saw online many martial arts gyms recruiting coaches, coincidentally our city has one."

He sent the website to Zhang Feng’s WeChat,

"You said you wanted freedom at work, salary not low, I think this gym fits your unreasonable requirements."

"Great." Zhang Feng opened his phone to glance.

This is a newly opened martial arts gym.

Currently recruiting teachers.

Of course, since they opened a martial arts gym, there must be people teaching students.

So this is more about recruiting some ’in-house staff’.

Meaning, engaging when needed, resting otherwise.

Very free.

Being anywhere voluntarily during the day, only needing to be present when others challenge, just to show up and fight.

"Once I get hired, I’ll treat you to dinner." Zhang Feng shook his phone towards him, "I’m leaving first."

"Sure, be careful on the way back." Xiaoli also prepared to start running, "Oh! Remember to tell me in advance, I want to go on an empty stomach!"

Saying jokes, Xiaoli ran far away.

...

"Next time I return, I’ll check out that martial arts gym."

Eleven o’clock at night.

After washing up, Zhang Feng lay on the bed, looking at the countdown in the text.