Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 257 - 197: The Path to Stronger, Lighting the Darkness
Chapter 257: Chapter 197: The Path to Stronger, Lighting the Darkness
Cold winter midnight, dead silence everywhere.
The residents of the entire tubular building seemed to have burrowed into their quilts, deep in sleep.
There were no lights in the corridor, nor any noise to shatter this silence.
Suddenly, a faint sound of air movement arose.
A ghostly figure swiftly floated through the narrow dark hallway and silently stopped in front of a residence.
Then, he bent over to lift the doormat, retrieving a key from beneath it.
As the key was inserted into the lock, the "click" sounded particularly jarring.
Quietly opening the front door, the inside of the house was pitch dark.
Using the weak moonlight filtering through the curtains, the silhouettes of furniture were faintly visible.
The wall clock’s hands glinted faintly in the darkness, with the hour hand quietly pointing to one o’clock.
The ticking of the second hand was magnified infinitely in the early morning, making the house seem even quieter.
It looked exactly the same as when he left, with no changes at all.
Fang Cheng’s eyes were calm, he didn’t turn on the lights, just quietly shut the door.
Then he crouched down, untied his shoelaces, took off his slightly muddy sneakers, and neatly placed them aside.
However, his gaze inadvertently swept over and noticed another pair of beige fleece-lined boots on the shoe rack.
Those were Zhou Xiumei’s shoes for the day.
Fang Cheng’s heart stirred slightly, and his gaze immediately swept over the living room toward the ajar bedroom door.
A dim amber light squeezed through the crack in the door, stubbornly shining in the dark.
It was like a silent summons, telling him that someone was quietly waiting for him at home.
Seeing this light, Fang Cheng’s tensed muscles slightly relaxed.
He then loosened his backpack, tossed it on the couch, and slowed his steps towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the door, what caught his eye was a figure in a white down coat, lying on the desk.
Zhou Xiumei was resting her head on her slender arms, with a few ink-like strands of hair softly falling beside her cheeks, and a book left unread nearby.
She seemed to guess why Fang Cheng had placed a pillow on the chair.
After coming over, she didn’t leave after turning off the lights, but chose to stay in the bedroom, personally taking on the task of covering for Fang Cheng.
However, after reading for a while, she was just too sleepy and couldn’t help nodding off.
And so, she quietly lay there, slowly closing her eyes without realizing.
Now, under the warm yellow lamp light, her face appeared especially gentle and serene, evoking pity and reluctance to disturb her.
Her long and curly eyelashes cast light shadows beneath her eyelids, as if veiling a hint of worry.
Her exposed palms had a fine layer of goosebumps, and her sleeping body unconsciously trembled slightly.
The bedroom had no heating, and the temperature plummeted at midnight, cold as an ice cellar.
Zhou Xiumei’s body was weak, and even though she wore a down coat while asleep in this cold room, she clearly felt a bit chilly.
Fang Cheng tiptoed quickly towards her.
Then he bent down, one hand gently passing through her neck, the other arm cradling her bent legs, carefully picking her up.
Zhou Xiumei seemed to sense something in her sleep, moaned softly, and snuggled into his chest.
Her tender lips slightly parted, exhaling a warm and moist breath, carrying a faint sweet fragrance.
It was as if she finally found warmth and solace in this long cold night.
Fang Cheng’s soft heart couldn’t help but be touched.
He then carried her to the bed, gently laid her down, and pulled the blanket over her meticulously.
Every movement was done as lightly and steadily as possible, fearing that any carelessness would wake her.
Till he tucked the blanket corner tightly, completely draft-free.
Looking at the still deeply asleep girl, Fang Cheng’s face showed a slight smile, and he turned off the desk lamp.
Then he turned around, walked out of his bedroom, and gently closed the door.
After a brief wash, he went to his mother’s room and lay on another bed.
In the darkness, Fang Cheng kept his eyes open, not sleeping.
At this moment, he calmed down and carefully reviewed the events of his outing tonight to ensure there were no oversights.
If there were still any hidden dangers.
Perhaps it was the mask he wore during the fight with the Ghoul, again exposed to the public eye.
The Special Search Team Commissioner monitoring Old Factory Street was indeed looking for the "mysterious man wearing a white mask."
After this incident, would they start putting pieces together?
Fang Cheng pondered briefly, then immediately shook his head in denial of this speculation.
He had already taken precautions to conceal his tracks.
Moreover, when he entered the door earlier, he observed through the Scavenger’s Eye and didn’t detect any signs of outsiders infiltrating the house.
As long as the other party didn’t find evidence that he had secretly left Old Factory Street, the timeline wouldn’t match.
Naturally, they wouldn’t connect the tough man fighting the Ghoul dozens of kilometers away with the nerd staying at home studying late at night.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered, and he then summoned the panel to check the experience growth notifications he had previously overlooked. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
[Boxing experience +30]
[Sanda experience +10]
[Muay Thai experience +10]
[Jujutsu Experience +30]
[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +20]
[Qigong Experience +15]
[Push-ups Experience +10]
[Lifting Leg Experience +5]
[Handstand Pushups Experience +5]
A simple stealth break-in and an encounter awarded much more experience than usual practice.
Indeed, it was worth all the careful planning he had done.
