Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 375 - 189 What is Industrial Synergy?_3
As for Chen Yanfei and Ding Xiang, who had suddenly started jumping rope, Han Lie didn’t know the details of their past lives, so he couldn’t make any judgments.
But girls around twenty years old are naturally youthful and vibrant. Whether they trained or not, they looked good. If they trained professionally and diligently, they would definitely look even better. In the end, isn’t it all to my own benefit? Guide them early, benefit early. Hehe!
Around 8:40 a.m., Xi Luting drove her beloved car and dropped Han Lie off at Apollo. The time was a bit late, but it didn’t matter. The future boxing prodigy, Genius Lie, was Michelle’s new favorite; as long as he was willing to come, it was never too late.
Passing by MF downstairs, Han Lie looked around and actually managed to find Pan Ge.
"How long have you been here?"
Pan Ge glanced at him sidelong, focusing on her leg exercises while lying on the bench. She was doing a frog-kick exercise, so Dog Lie, feigning expertise, went up and patted her twice.
"Hmm, not bad. Starting to look a bit muscular."
The female personal trainer nearly freaked out. Such an appalling incident, happening right under my nose!
But Pan Ge didn’t even flinch; she just irritably snapped, "Beat it! Stop messing around!"
The jerk laughed and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Next time, I want to learn about *this*..."
Damn! How am I supposed to train like this?!
Pan Ge instantly went limp, her strength draining away as she lay on the bench, gasping for breath.
Han Lie felt that if he didn’t leave now, he would probably get beaten up once she regained her senses. So, he decisively made his escape.
"I’m going upstairs to practice boxing. Wait for me when you’re finished; I’ll take you home."
Time to slip away!
Humming a tune, he arrived at Apollo. He launched into an intense training session, quickly raising his boxing skills to Level 3, denoting proficient mastery. Man, his form was so textbook perfect it nearly drove the coaching team insane. They clutched their heads, muttering either "Jesus" or "Amazing." The former was equivalent to "Holy shit!" and the latter could be translated as "That’s insane!" In any case, their vocabulary for exclamations was rather limited.
Pan Ge sat on a nearby rest bench, watching as the scoundrel sweated profusely, unleashing his power and leaving the coaches reeling. Gradually, she became transfixed. She remained motionless, propping her chin up, her eyes never leaving Han Lie’s figure, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if in a daze. Well, not "as if"—she actually was in a daze.
Han Lie’s boxing was beautiful.
The beauty of sports is a very abstract concept. Sport pursues higher, faster, stronger; beauty is never the main focus—the practicality of the technique is paramount. But there are some talents who can display extraordinary beauty in ordinary techniques.
Like the old rascal Jordan—many people can mimic his movements, but only he is that eternal masterpiece hanging in NBA history. Then there’s Li Lianjie. Many martial arts champions perform the same sets of moves, yet his execution was visibly the most aesthetically pleasing. Yet, compared by physical condition, Li Lianjie wasn’t the best. How could that be? It simply defied logic.
With so many professional coaches and enthusiasts present, Han Lie’s level was merely proficient, not ranking high at all. Why did he look so beautiful? Pan Ge didn’t understand the reason either. She was just discovering beauty, while Han Lie was beauty itself.
His movements were elegant and nimble, yet powerful, carrying a unique rhythm—like poetry, a painting, or a song. Pan Ge really couldn’t figure out why that scoundrel was so strong; nothing seemed to faze him.
Bad boys are indeed appealing, but shallow bad boys can only inspire contempt. Pan Ge wasn’t one to be easily smitten, nor was she a starry-eyed romantic. Her standards had always been high. Until today, only Han Lie had met them, and with every interaction, he brought her more surprises or shocks.
Jesus. Amazing.
Gradually, she became another painting.
Beautiful girls always attract attention, especially one as beautiful as Pan Ge. She had been sitting for less than thirty minutes and had already received dozens of glances. In total, four men approached to chat her up, but her eyes never strayed from Han Lie. Unless someone stood right in front of her, she would coldly wave them away, "Don’t block my view of my boyfriend!"
However, she could shoo away the flies, but she couldn’t stop others from looking on.
The place where Han Lie practiced boxing was the interior VIP area of the boxing club. It had no partitions but was designated for use by premium members. So, the students who had been snubbed while trying to chat her up stubbornly formed a semicircle, folding their arms and watching Han Lie practice. Some wore disdainful expressions; others giggled.
Han Lie couldn’t help but frown.
「******」
I’ve been very busy lately, needing to earn money for medical treatment. I’ll be back with more substantial Chapters later.
