The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 26 Dagger Encounter
“But,” Zhao Xiaochui hesitated, glancing at his left leg, “Li Ying, 109 kilograms is already beyond your best performance. It’s best not to take any risks in the snatch, but I promise you…”

You can't guarantee that!

Doctor Dong interrupted again. At this time, Chen Yanqing had finished leaving the field, and Li Ying's match timer had already started.

The camera is about to cut to the chubby girl.

“Weightlifters can increase the efficiency of motor neuron recruitment by 30-40% on the field and their muscle activation is 25-35% higher than during training. Li Ying’s level is at the upper limit of this data.”

"Zhao Xiaochui, after you sign the contract and join the team, according to the contract, you need to understand and learn these things so that you can maintain the same state as the athletes in the competition."

Zhao Xiaochui looked blankly at the team doctor and muttered, "What do I need to know? Before the game, or when signing the contract, you... you can tell me."

At this moment, the photographer's lens had already switched over.

Viewers watching on screen had no idea what was happening on set; they only saw the team medical staff discussing something with Li Ying's knee.

“We have no such obligation, Zhao Xiaochui. Now please fulfill the contract.”

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Fatou, the street committee, Secretary Liu's office.

There were two shrewd people here who noticed something was wrong just from the expressions on the faces of the people watching on TV.

Secretary Liu shook his head with a wry smile, while Yu Xiaoning chuckled softly, then murmured to himself with a complex expression:

"What is most unforgivable for people is being forced to awaken from their sincere enthusiasm and realize that the person on whom they once placed all their hopes is the one who has disappointed them..."

…………

Zhao Xiaochui's warm right hand was still resting on the chubby girl's knee, but his eyes were staring blankly at his left leg, motionless.

"Zhao Xiaochui, your so-called trump cards and plans seem so ridiculous in this competition environment."

"After joining this team, have you researched the six branches of sports medicine? In the physiological mechanism of competition alone, have you researched the data on adrenaline surge, neuromuscular coordination optimization, and pain threshold improvement—these three areas that are closely related to you?"

"Relying on a bit of talent, instead of improving your professional skills, you've become complacent and self-satisfied. What right do you have to offer opinions at this time? Now, please fulfill the contract, otherwise..."

Otherwise what?
Is it expulsion from the team, or a penalty that would bankrupt him?
"You should have told me," Zhao Xiaochui said softly to Li Ying, somewhat disappointed.

"..." The fat girl closed her eyes to rest in response.

"Countdown to the lift preparation time: 1 minute!" the competition assistant shouted.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the chubby girl one last time, then slowly raised his right hand.

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Fatou, KTV, massage parlor.

Those who usually interacted with Zhao Xiaochui all noticed that something was wrong.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Liu Li looked at the sweating man on the screen and murmured to herself, "Tell her what you do every day!"

You're busy practicing your skills every day, working until midnight after you come back from her place. You're never idle from morning till night, trying to help her recover... You need to tell her what you've done.

"Women don't care what you do behind their backs; they only care about what you say to them..."

"Zhao Xiaochui, you have to tell her!"

Guoguo, who was standing to the side, stared at the disheveled young man on TV and sighed silently.

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"Preparation time for the lift, countdown 45 seconds."

Zhao Xiaochui slowly lowered his right hand.

At this moment, there is no longer the feeling of fair and smooth skin; all that remains is the last dedicated service for a regular customer!
Thumb pushing method. Extraordinary acupoints.

Crane's crest.

"Puff~"

The stool fell over, and Zhao Xiaochui buried her head in the arms of the handsome middle-aged man. It seems the man was prepared.

The middle-aged man grasped Zhao Xiaochui's hand, feeling his empty body. He helped him up and nodded.

"You've done your job excellently; now it's my turn."

"Ha~"

With a loud shout, Li Ying took off her headset and strode aggressively toward the arena.

He didn't even glance at the disheveled Zhao Xiaochui.

"Snatch preparation time, 20 seconds left."

The camera followed the chubby girl.

To viewers watching on television, the atmosphere was one of tension and harmony within Li Ying's support team: a dedicated young masseur and a middle-aged, handsome leader praising a young person.

From that moment on, the logistics team, which had done all the pretense, ignored Zhao Xiaochui completely, and he truly became an outsider.

Leaning against the wall, Zhao Xiaochui was panting heavily. The sound of sweat dripping onto the floor was clearly audible, as regular as the ticking of a second hand, patter, patter, which sounded particularly jarring to Zhao Xiaochui in the noisy competition venue.

He regained some strength and laboriously removed the Beijing team uniform that was clinging tightly to his skin, then tossed it aside.

Horizon's suitcase was open, and inside was a brand new team uniform, which was also tossed aside. He took out his crossbody bag, which contained his regular clothes and the five-star red flag.

He put on his casual clothes, a T-shirt with messy threads that was incredibly rough compared to the Beijing team uniform. The material was obviously cheap and inferior synthetic fiber, but that was more in line with his status.

"Now it's Li Ying from Beijing. Her recorded weight is 110 kilograms, which is a world record."

"There were rumors before the match that Li Ying had a knee injury, but we couldn't tell from the athlete's condition at all."

"Okay, she's ready..."

Zhao Xiaochui regained some strength, and he stood up, leaning against the wall. He slung his bag over his shoulder, picked up a stool, and staggered towards the other side, accompanied by the commentator's passionate voice.

Facing the prime preparation area of ​​the competition tunnel, with Li Ying's team on one side and Chen Yanqing's team on the other, Zhao Xiaochui's goal was to walk towards the corner opposite.

Because someone was attempting to break the world record, everyone in the warm-up area was watching the TV screen, and no one paid attention to an insignificant handyman.

"Li Ying has moved! Good, clean and neat. Viewers, this is a live broadcast of the National Competition. In the women's 58kg snatch competition, Beijing athlete Li Ying has tied the world record."

Zhao Xiaochui was panting heavily as he moved.

Chen Yanqing's team consisted of only three people, making the venue seem very large. Zhao Xiaochui, who was positioned in the corner, was not noticed by any cameras, nor even by the busy cleaning staff.

No, someone still saw him.

Chen Yanqing and the two old men stared blankly at the energetic young man—no, he should be called the颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, or dispirited) young man.

They've seen far too many of these kinds of messes in their long careers, but this is the first time they've seen someone as resolute as this guy, immediately distancing himself from injustice.

"Ha~"

Li Ying returned to the warm-up area with a fierce expression, took the headset, draped a towel over herself, sat on a rest chair, closed her eyes to rest, and the handsome middle-aged man next to her took Zhao Xiaochui's place and started playing.

Huh?
The sensation of heat and soreness are different?
Li Ying opened her eyes and saw that it was a handsome middle-aged man. She immediately understood and closed her eyes again.

That should be fine. If we bring in real experts, the results will only be better!

(End of this chapter)