System: Master Your Life-Chapter 475 - 109: A Conversation with Yu Jianhua_3
"What about you?"
Xu Lin countered.
Yu Xinyan: "I won’t go home until the twenty-fourth, but I’ll go back with my mom then."
"What about your dad?"
"He’s really busy!"
"True enough."
A big shot like Yu Jianhua might not even be home for New Year’s Day, let alone other times. Maybe he comes back for a meal on New Year’s Eve, but he’ll be off again the next morning.
Being an official is naturally glamorous, but Xu Lin didn’t necessarily envy it. You can’t even strut freely under the sun, so how can life be as you wish?
When Zhao Dehan got caught, he cried saying he didn’t even dare to spend a penny. Of course, this might not match reality.
Xu Lin still thought life was much better without any shackles.
"How’s the internship going recently?"
"Not bad, just feel like there’s not much excitement in the office."
Yu Xinyan, with her hands behind her back, followed Xu Lin into the home gym.
"I’ve heard that public institutions have low mobility and might feel outdated."
"I feel the same way."
Yu Xinyan said, "And sometimes it feels pretty bureaucratic."
"That’s completely normal. Is there any place that isn’t bureaucratic? Back in high school, when higher-ups came to inspect, didn’t our school do a major cleanup? When we had school anniversaries, didn’t our class lead the cheers?"
"Yeah, yeah."
On the other side, Xu Lin started warming up on the spot.
With nothing else to do, he planned to work out.
After warming up, Xu Lin got on the ground and started doing push-ups.
He did thirty push-ups in one go, feeling it was too easy.
"Try sitting on my back."
Xu Lin looked at Yu Xinyan.
"Huh? Why?"
"For weight, otherwise it’s not challenging."
"Oh, okay."
Yu Xinyan hesitated: "Xu Lin, can you handle it? I think I weigh a hundred pounds now."
"Only a hundred pounds?"
"A hundred pounds is heavy," Yu Xinyan whispered, afraid Xu Lin would think she’s fat.
"I think it’s light. Come on up."
"Oh, okay."
Yu Xinyan cautiously sat on Xu Lin’s back to add weight.
At first, her feet were still on the ground, but later Xu Lin asked her to lift them, so she sat cross-legged on his back.
So, the hundred-pound Yu Xinyan was fully on Xu Lin’s back.
Weighted push-ups!
And Xu Lin’s push-up form was very standard.
Then Xu Lin did five hundred standard push-ups in one go, only slightly out of breath.
"Xu Lin, maybe I should get down?" Yu Xinyan suggested, worried as she saw Xu Lin panting.
"No rush, just a bit longer."
Xu Lin held himself up with both hands, rested a bit, and once he wasn’t panting anymore, he continued with the push-ups.
This time, he directly switched to one-handed push-ups, first doing two hundred with his left hand, then another two hundred with his right hand.
Finally, back to both hands for another three hundred.
"All done, you can get off now!"
"Xu Lin, you’re amazing. I heard most guys can only do a few dozen push-ups at a time."
Yu Xinyan got off Xu Lin’s back.
More than half an hour had passed.
Actually, Xu Lin could have done them faster, but since Yu Xinyan was on his back, speeding up would make it bumpy, so he took it slow.
"Clearly, I’m not your average guy!"
Xu Lin started working with dumbbells, targeting his arms and shoulders. Tonight he was focusing on these two areas.
Yu Xinyan sat next to him, watching him work out while chatting.
Just like that, another half hour passed.
Bzzz bzzz...
At this moment, Xu Lin’s phone started vibrating.
"Xu Lin, your phone is ringing."
"Who is it?"
"Let me see... Ah, it seems like it’s my dad..."
Yu Xinyan noticed the nickname on the screen said "Uncle."
She remembered this was Yu Jianhua.
"I guess your dad’s telling you to come home."
Xu Lin put down the dumbbells, took the phone, and answered it casually.
"Hello?"
"Where’s Yanyan? She didn’t bring her phone. What are you up to, huh? Xu Lin, why the hell are you panting?"
After a couple of sentences, Yu Jianhua started ranting.
A guy panting, what could that mean? Especially with his daughter there.
Yu Jianhua was panic-stricken, feeling like the sky was falling, with an urge to grab a kitchen knife and storm over.
"Damn, I’m just working out!"
