Becoming infinitely stronger starting from Marvel

Chapter 16 Smith’s Book Writing Plan
You performed a total of 312 weighted squats...

Repeat 21 times to increase the upper limit of strength by 0.1
Repeat once to increase the upper limit of physical fitness by 5
Repeat 19 times to increase the mental limit by 0.1
At ten o'clock in the evening, Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the more than 300 kilograms of weight on the side, and looked at the content displayed on the instruction column.

With the extra 0.2 increase in strength, the efficiency of training is indeed several times faster than before. After just four or five hours of training at night, it is almost to the point of upgrading.

"That's it for today." Bai Ye stood up straight and turned to Smith.

The expression on Smith's face was already numb from surprise. After hearing Bai Ye's words, he asked, "Aren't you going to practice? Just practice for five hours today?"

"It's okay. You guys are about to get off work. I'll go back and continue training by myself. I'll still come here after school tomorrow as I did today."

Bai Ye said, he was sweating profusely and didn't bother to take a shower in the bathroom in the gym. Anyway, his body would continue to sweat after training, so he might as well wash it then, so he just put on his clothes and turned around to go home.

Watching Bai Ye leave the gym, Smith looked away, already looking forward to Bai Ye's arrival tomorrow.

He was looking forward to whether there would be another surprise like today when he came over tomorrow, and whether his physical fitness would improve to another level after a night of exercise.

At this moment, Smith felt mixed in his heart. After all, as Bai Ye's fitness coach, watching Bai Ye's figure getting stronger day by day, he had begun to feel that his client was not just a thing in the pool, but would one day soar into the sky and ring the sky. of.

But whether this soaring into the sky and shaking the sky is going to a good place or a bad place, we can't say for sure.

After all, with the current level of public opinion's hostility towards mutants, and my client's personality is not easy to get along with, I feel that in the end, I feel that 80% of the time he will join the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization formed by mutants.

Of course, Smith didn't want this kind of development. He also planned to be so self-conscious that he would take him away when Bai Ye got up. He even started writing a diary these days.

In this way, no matter what happens to Bai Ye in the future, he can rely on his diary to publish books and make money.

If Bai Ye joins the Brotherhood in the future, he will write a book "My Mutant Client" to analyze Bai Ye's heart in detail and how the other party turned bad.

And if Bai Ye joins the official organization, he can also change the content to "My Mutant Brothers" and brag about Bai Ye's rainbow farts in the book.

No matter what Bai Ye's future direction is, he is Qin Shihuang looking in the mirror, a win-win situation.

Not mentioning Smith's reverie, Bai Ye prepared to start exercising when he returned home calmly. He planned to raise his physique to 1.5 tonight and break through his physical limits.

According to the description on the description column, any long-term injury can be cured as long as it reaches 1.5. I am afraid that after reaching 1.5, the healing ability will make a qualitative leap.

Taking off his shirt and hanging it aside at any time, Bai Ye raised the wardrobe with both hands and was about to exercise when the cell phone next to him suddenly rang.

Putting down the wardrobe in doubt, Bai Ye walked to the table and saw the unfamiliar phone number displayed on the phone. With some speculation, Bai Ye pressed the call button.

"Ah Bai, have you been short of money recently? I'm going to do another big job here. If it's completed, I will give you 10% of the profit." A hoarse and hearty voice came from the other end of the phone. Listening to the voice on the phone, Bai Ye was silent for a while, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Li, I've said before that I won't do the underworld anymore."

The person on the phone paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, and then continued to ask again: "Abai, are you sure you really want to stop doing this? You were born to eat this bowl of rice. After you leave, those young men will not A successful person, I still think about you taking over for me in the future."

Hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Bai Ye still insisted: "Uncle Li, I'm really sorry. I've said it before. Now I just want to study hard."

"You really don't want to think about it again? Reading that crap book is not as comfortable as us being in the underworld. A casual job will do more than your year of work." The tone on the other end of the phone became extremely regretful.

"After your gambler parents died, if your uncle hadn't taken you in, you would have been sold to a nightclub and become a duck. But with your figure, even being a duck is better than studying."

"I've thought about it very clearly, Uncle Li. I'll hang up first, I still have something to worry about." Bai Ye said and hung up the phone expressionlessly, then sneered.

He knew very well that his parents were doing well in New York, but the reason why they became obsessed with gambling and borrowing money at usury was not because of Uncle Li, a fellow countryman from Chinatown.

And if I hadn't been a little clever, the result would have been exactly what Uncle Li said. At a young age, with no one to rely on, no assets, and only being handsome, I would have definitely been sold as a duck.

It's just that the person who sold him and counted the money behind his back was also Uncle Li on the other end of the phone.

Over the years, I helped him do dirty work and gradually paid off the original loan owed by his parents, and then he got out of it.

As for why he wanted to leave, although he had not recovered the memory of his previous life, he could still see it clearly.

In a place where mutants are everywhere, if you continue to hang out in the underworld, if you mess with some ruthless people, your whole family will be hacked to death in a matter of minutes.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ye did not start exercising immediately, but began to think about how to wash away the money from the previous robbers.

Previously, he planned to let them launder the money directly through Uncle Li, so that Bai Ye could get the money, and Uncle Li could also take about 10% commission from it.

But what Bai Ye didn't expect was that Uncle Li would call first and ask him to get involved in the underworld again. After refusing, he definitely couldn't ask the other party to launder money.

This was not a matter of embarrassment, but of doubting the other person's integrity, fearing that Uncle Li would wash away all the proceeds from his labor, and that he would either suffer the loss or continue working under him for money.

Bai Ye sighed slightly. Since this method didn't work, he could only think of another method. Now that funds were tight, he had to digest all the money as soon as possible.

With new questions, Bai Ye picked up the cabinet again and started exercising. Improving himself was more reliable than any plan, so he gave up practicing the Zixia Magic Skill tonight.

As long as the physical fitness reaches 1.5 before tomorrow, the training time saved by the increased qualifications brought about by the physical improvement should be able to easily make up for the delayed training tonight.

(End of this chapter)