Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1207 - 586:
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"Okay, Dad, enough praising Chengcheng already."
From nearby, Li Biyun cut in, softly poking Fang Cheng’s back:
"Hurry up and shower, then head to bed early. Get plenty of rest for the exam—don’t stay up late, or you’ll be nodding off in the testing room tomorrow."
Even while shooing him off, she added a bit more fussing:
"Need anything? Just say it to Mom. What for breakfast? How about some fresh handmade noodles topped with poached eggs?"
"Yeah, light stuff sounds good."
Fang Cheng nodded along nicely, welcoming the warmth without pushback.
He wished goodnight to his grandpa and mom, then spun around to climb the stairs.
Pushing open his second-floor bedroom door, he secured the lock behind.
A quiet click rang out.
Fang Cheng’s mild smile vanished in a flash, his slouched posture snapping taut.
His whole presence sharpened like a bared sword, slipping back into his normal intensity and gravity.
Stepping to the window, he yanked the curtains shut, keeping just a narrow slit to peer into the darkness outside.
His late return wasn’t solely to check the exam spot.
Leaving the Special Search Team Headquarters, Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe hit a close eatery for fast bites, then parted ways.
That hulking Ma Donghe bragged he’d rush home to cram hard, betting on eleventh-hour studying.
Fang Cheng, however, sped off to Jinshui Fish Market.
Renovations were roaring ahead there.
Meant for his hidden lair, every bit of outdated junk from the small structure had been ripped apart and carted off.
Lin Chuqiao truly shone. Over just weeks, she sorted the messy company license troubles and snagged top-tier military soundproofing plus security gear from underground sources.
Amid the grimy build site, Fang Cheng and her nailed down the coming security and camera setups, with him tossing in praise several times.
No longer her old self, Lin Chuqiao skipped the gripes and flirty bits; the harder she dove into the base build, the more thrilled she got.
Gazing at this obsessed worker bee, Fang Cheng shook his head in a wry grin.
Departing Jinshui Fish Market, he swung by the Sea Sky Garden apartment.
Lately, save for dawn training routines, slots for honing Fighting Skills were few and far between.
Disturbance-free, it made an ideal spot for undivided drilling.
Three straight hours flew by as he drilled Muay Thai knees and elbows, Jujitsu flips in the air, and floor grapples.
Holding back superhuman power and quickness, he repeated the motions endlessly, burning those killer techniques deep into his instincts.
Dinner? He ate solo.
By himself in the apartment, he wolfed down ten pounds of dense braised beef and five whole roast chickens.
Without that belly-filling beforehand, the scraps Mom saved wouldn’t even tickle his hunger.
"Tomorrow’s written exam..."
Fang Cheng approached the bed, eyed the books on the desk, and a mocking curl twisted his lips.
With his perfect recall, such basic stuff was baby games—no point burning midnight oil on it.
Far weightier was another issue gnawing at him.
Fang Cheng slipped off his shoes, hopped onto the bed, and crossed his legs.
Steadying his breaths, palms settled loosely on knees, spine rigid like ancient pine.
His eyelids drifted shut.
Mind plunging inward, the outer world pulled back like ebbing waves.
After crushing that spooky "Evil Ghost Mask" by force last time.
He’d keenly noticed his Inner World bearing faint yet deep shifts.