Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Xia Fan maintained a steady pace and answered without breathing.

He already had the habit of running, and now, thanks to the protection of the [Shed Puppet], every muscle and joint in his body worked together more precisely, making running much less strenuous.

Not only that, Xia Fan also found that his body, both in terms of endurance and muscle strength, seemed to have greatly improved compared to before.

Therefore, from the beginning to now, he can be said to be extremely relaxed. He chatted with Shirakawa Rika while running without any sign of breathing.

"Then, let's officially begin the physical fitness test... Please run with me at the same speed..."

Fukuroda stepped onto the treadmill next to Xia Fan and started running.

"Let's start at pace 4 and run 10 kilometers..."

He had a "warm" smile on his face, but his fingers were clicking frantically on the "+" button of Xia Fan's treadmill.

Let you pretend, little boy. When Miss Shirakawa sees you lying on the ground exhausted like a dog, looking good but useless, then she will understand the charm of a muscular boy like me.

"Well, thank you for your help."

Xia Fan's pace increased as the treadmill track moved, and he continued running with a serious look on his face.

Thirty minutes later.

"This kid can keep running for half an hour at a pace of 4. He seems to be able to run much better than those 'pretty boys' before..."

With a sweaty forehead, Dai Tianyi silently glanced at Xia Fan who was walking steadily and breathing evenly next to him...

"Wait, no way, he doesn't seem to be sweating?!"

He moved his eyes around, scanning Xia Fan's body, but did not find a drop of sweat.

Pace 4, which means 4 minutes per kilometer.

So far, the two of them have run about seven kilometers at this speed, and the other person is not breathing hard or sweating. This is already the top level of amateur runners...

"Um, Mr. Xia, this last section, we are entering the sprint stage, it might be a bit difficult..."

Fukuroda stretched out his hand as if nothing had happened and continued to poke the "+" sign on Xia Fan's treadmill irresponsibly.

“Huh…Huh…Huh…How is it, pace 3…”

Fukuroda's dark body was covered with sweat. He ran in a standard competitive posture, and his hands and feet danced, leaving crazy afterimages.

"It feels good, my body is starting to sweat!"

He looked sideways and found that Xia Fan was also running at the same high frequency, but he didn't look tired at all and even gave him a bright smile.

"What a joke... The world record for a 2.38km run is only pace..."

"This kid ran for so long before, and now he's sprinting as if nothing happened. Is he a monster?"

Fukuroda Ichi felt his mind shaken and his steps began to stagger.

"Ichi Fukuroda, 30 years old, virgin... Calm down, you graduated from the Department of Physical Education at the University of Tokyo, and you entered the finals of the 10000-meter race at the National University Games..."

Tightening his core muscles and adjusting his body balance, he endured the leg pain caused by the pace of 3 and continued running relentlessly.

“Huh…Huh…Warming up feels so good. I’m finally sweating…”

Ten minutes later, after sprinting the remaining three kilometers, Xia Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and breathed happily.

"Hey, Xia Jun is indeed a 'frequent night runner', your basics are pretty good."

Fukuroda Hajime, who was also wiping his sweat, "praised" in a teasing tone.

"No, no, I can't compete with professionals like Consultant Fukuroda... You're sweating so much, don't you want to change your clothes?"

Xia Fan looked at him with some concern.

Fukuroda was covered in so much sweat at this moment that he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. His wet sportswear stuck to his body, outlining his exaggerated muscle lines.

“No need at all. I just sweat a lot. This pace is just in my comfort zone.”

After taking a few deep breaths in secret, Fukuroda stole a glance at Shirakawa Rika, who was being led by the female consultant to do dumbbell exercises...

"Besides, sweat and muscles are the most attractive parts of a man."

Deliberately saying this loudly, he took off his wet sportswear, revealing his bulging muscles and upper body that was twice as wide as an average person's.

"Next, Mr. Xia, in order to shape your body more specifically, please take off your shirt and let me take a closer look at your muscle condition..."

Fukuroda looked at Xia Fan's tall and thin figure and asked sincerely.

He noticed that Shirakawa Rika seemed to have heard what he said and glanced over at him vaguely.

"Humph, these "pretty boys" are mostly "skinny fat guys", where are the muscles to be seen..."

"When his shapeless body is placed next to my well-trained 'ghost back', Ms. Shirakawa will understand what a real man is..."

As he imagined Rika Shirakawa covering her mouth and glancing at his body in surprise and shyness, the smile on Fukuroda's face grew brighter.

"Hey, do you want me to take off my clothes? That's true. How can I check my muscles without taking them off..."

Xia Fan was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly lifted up his hem...

Chapter 155 Not Weak at All

2024-07-13

After Xia Fan took off his sportswear, what appeared in Fukuda's eyes was not the white, weak body with no signs of training as he had imagined.

Broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, tight forearms, and six distinct abdominal muscles...

Although his body is not big, his muscle lines are as smooth and clear as a sculpture, and just the right amount of firmness, neither too exaggerated nor thin, showing a healthy and energetic beauty.

"Hey, this kid must have practiced before! After all this time, you are just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right?"

Just when Fukuroda had a look of horror on his face, a "bang" sound suddenly came from the direction of Shirakawa Rika.

"Sorry, my hand slipped..."

Fukuroda turned around and saw Rika Shirakawa bending over to pick up the dumbbells that had fallen on the ground, staring at him with twinkling eyes...

It’s all because the visual contrast between Xia Fan, who now looks muscular when he takes off his clothes and looks thin when he usually wears clothes, is too great.

"Shirakawa Rika, control your emotions and take a deep breath. You are not the kind of superficial female artist who would be fooled by appearances..."

"As a kendo expert, it's normal for that guy to have six-pack abs."

Shirakawa Rika's face flushed, her breathing was disordered, but her eyes couldn't help but wander back and forth on Xia Fan.

"Ms. Shirakawa, don't look at him, look at me! Although he has some muscles, mine is still bigger! Look at my secret technique of instantly getting blood flowing..."

The angry Fukuroda intentionally or unintentionally struck a few fitness poses, squeezing his muscles to make them fuller, but he couldn't attract her attention at all.

"Hey, when did I have such obvious muscles?"

Without noticing other people's reactions at all, Xia Fan was looking at his "strange" body in the mirrored wall with a puzzled look on his face.

His previous exercise was mainly cardiopulmonary and aerobic, and he had never done any special muscle training with equipment, so he didn't have the well-defined muscles like he has now.

"Could it be, that, the stabbing... no, the effect of being naked?"

"But, is this explosive 'body-strengthening effect' only considered 'weak' to the Lord God?"

The huge figure of "Red God" with bursting muscles subconsciously appeared in Xia Fan's mind, allowing him to draw a conclusion.

[Naked: Apart from this body, there is nothing else. The nature of the red ghost is impure and has a weak effect of strengthening the body. ]

"Well, being strong and energetic is a very useful ability, and it goes well with the other 'protections'."

Recalling the description of "naked", he nodded with satisfaction.

The improvement in physical fitness brought by [Naked Body] and the precise control of [Shed Puppet] fit well during exercise.

Although I haven't tested it, I believe the effectiveness of [Kagura Izumo Sword Dance] will increase exponentially.

"Ahem, although Mr. Xia's muscles are not very big, there are still signs of training."

"Well, next, let me take you to do some equipment testing..."

"Since I don't know your situation, I'll use the amount of my usual 'normal training' as the standard. If you can't hold on any longer, just shout out loud immediately."

At the same time, Fukuroda, with a gloomy face, installed heavy barbell plates one after another on both sides of the gantry next to him.

"Bench press, 120KG, 7 sets, pay attention to my movements..."

"Okay, done. It's so easy. It's your turn."

After demonstrating a crazy bench press with his arms that were even more exaggerated after being engorged with blood, Daitian asked Xia Fan to lie on the bench press with a sinister smile on his face.

I must let Miss Shirakawa see this kid being pinned to the bench by the barbell, unable to move, and shouting for help...

"Is this how you push it up? It's pretty heavy. Do seven in a row, right?"

Imitating the coach's posture, Xia Fan tested the optimal state of coordinated force of each muscle and joint, then gritted his teeth and completed seven bench presses steadily and standardly.

"120KG, although it's not a very strong number for a professional, but his arms, legs and chest are smaller than mine, how can it be so easy..."

Fukuroda was stunned and felt that his brain, which usually didn't work much, was even slower today.

"Yeah, that's right. Although I don't have much muscle mass, some people are born strong, which is normal..."

"Then, next is the deadlift..."

He laughed dryly, wrote down the data on the physical examination form, and silently came to a barbell.

"Squats are also 120KG, seven in a set, watch me demonstrate..."

Fukuroda took a deep breath and began to squat down, completing seven squats with a tense neck and flushed face.

"Pay attention to the strength of your legs, and don't compensate with your waist, it's easy to get injured..."

"Don't force yourself if you can't lift it. Just yell for me to change the weights."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at Xia Fan expectantly.

Squats, known as the "king of strength training", mainly rely on the leg muscles to exert force.

According to Fukuroda's understanding, many of the "pretty boys" in the entertainment industry, even if they do exercise, mainly do aerobics. Even if they train the upper body, very few of them specifically train the legs.

Because the muscle dimensions are too exaggerated and do not conform to the increasingly feminine "aesthetic standards" in the entertainment industry.

However, purely aerobic training methods will only exercise the endurance muscles of the legs and are simply unable to produce the explosive power required for squats.

“Oooooohhhh!!!”

"If you follow the 'standard posture' taught by Fukuroda, can you lift such a big barbell?"

"I feel like doing it seven times is no problem..."

But the next second, Xia Fan was already carrying the 120KG barbell with shining eyes, squatting down and standing up, completing a standard squat movement.

"Asshole...what do you mean the standard posture I taught you...it's you who is the monster, isn't it?"

Fukuda stared at Xia Fan's long and straight legs, which were only half the length of his own. He was so surprised that his jaw dropped and the pencil that had just fallen on the form broke.

Although squatting 120KG is not a big number in the fitness world, it is for a muscular man who eats protein powder as a meal and spends every day in the gym...

Among the "bean sprout" trainees, Xia Fan is definitely considered a "monster" level.

But judging from his posture, this guy doesn't look skilled at all, and doesn't look like he has been practicing for a long time...

Fukuroda felt that the fitness concept he had built up over the past decade was collapsing bit by bit.

"Well, next up, squat deadlift 150KG..."

He secretly added 20kg to the weight, smeared lime powder on his palms, and stood in front of the barbell with a determined look...

"Like me, feel the force on your back... Get up!!!"

Taking a deep breath, veins all over Fukuroda's body bulged, and his facial muscles "compensated" with all their strength, as he pulled up the barbell slightly unsteadily.

"Oh, oh, oh, the consultant is having such a hard time, can I really do this?"

Although he had no idea what was going on, Xia Fan, who was watching from the sidelines, applauded repeatedly when he saw Fukuda's blood boiling and his all-out burst.

"Hehehe, a group of seven, of course, for me... just average... You have to be careful when you pull it yourself..."

While doing deadlifts with great effort, Fukuroda smiled with satisfaction.

150KG deadlift is the "limit weight" for Fukuroda's well-trained back muscles.

He didn't believe that Xia Fan could lift the same weight.