People's physical constitutions cannot be generalized.

Shen Nian hardly ever exercised, so when he saw the new task, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

A week of continuous workouts for just a thousand bucks? Did the system seriously not take any kickbacks?

Following the system's roadmap, he was supposed to become a powerful adventurer in the future.

Max physical stats, max magic, max spirit, max functionality.

Slay goblins, slay monsters, slay cultists, and eventually take down the Demon King himself to become the ultimate adventurer!

Wait, the Demon King is a white-haired dragon girl?

Well, you know, slaying the Demon King is an adventurer's duty.

The system didn’t even give him any workout benchmarks. Since he had class soon, he’d have to shelve this task for now.

Shen Nian noted down the air conditioner’s brand. At noon, instead of resting, he rushed to the appliance store.

A quick check revealed that the warranty had expired just one day ago.

"So, you’re saying the AC broke right after the three-year warranty ended?"

"Sir, these are force majeure circumstances. Would you like our repair service? Our technicians are very professional," the clerk said with a practiced smile. Seeing a young, handsome guy today had brightened her mood.

And he was a high school boy too—a 27-year-old single woman like her couldn’t resist a cute high schooler.

Shen Nian found her tone a bit odd and asked curiously, "What kind of technicians do you have here?"

"?"

"Uh, I mean, do they do home visits for repairs?"

"Of course, handsome."

"?"

Wait, since when did "sir" turn into "handsome"?

Sure, it was the truth, but where was the professionalism? He should report this.

Fortunately, a technician was available right away. Shen Nian led him back home, and after some tinkering, the AC was fixed. Shen Nian was now 200 coins poorer.

If only the system would give him a repair mastery skill.

TV broken? Smack it three times, and it’s fixed.

Car broken? Smack it three times, and it runs again.

Tank broken? Smack it three times, and it’s back in action.

Aircraft carrier broken? Smack it three times, and it sails again.

...

Tuesday afternoon had a PE class. Everyone was still groggy from their naps, even Xia Yanchun, who usually brimmed with energy.

The scorching sun outside wasn’t just blinding—it gave you a headache after a while. Shen Nian felt a bit dizzy too. This body of his was disappointingly frail.

System, I misjudged you. You’re not trying to turn me into Happy Superman; you just think I’m too much of a weakling.

The warm-up was two laps around the track. Thirty-two degrees Celsius, blazing sun, 800 meters. The smart girls suddenly had "monthly visits," while the smart boys slowed their pace to blend in, waiting to rejoin the group when they got lapped.

Since the system wanted him to exercise, Shen Nian didn’t slack off. After finishing the two laps, his underarms and collar were soaked with sweat, but he felt surprisingly light.

He wasn’t even winded after 800 meters.

Compared to before, he was already much stronger.

"Ha—ha—ha—"

Chen Dong gasped for breath, hands on his knees after finishing the laps.

"Dude, how are you not tired?"

"High sensitivity, heard footsteps with my headphones, cracked a few shots, got lucky, predicted right, no deer."

"What kind of cheater combo is that…"

Shen Nian shook his head. It was the system’s hacks, not his. He was a legit player, no cheating here.

Bound to a cheat system, forced to cheat, and still getting flamed—he was taking all the Ls. Sigh, Charge Rifle meta.

"What did you even do over summer break? Evolve behind my back?"

"No deer."

"Sure, lie to your buddies, but don’t lie to yourself."

After catching his breath, Chen Dong patted Shen Nian’s shoulder. He was out of shape—800 meters in this heat was murder.

He wasn’t usually a fan of Huang Chen, but right now, he envied that guy’s stamina.

A tanned jock—how was that fair without nerfs?

Shen Nian didn’t feel much. Even if he wasn’t bursting with energy, he wasn’t wheezing like Chen Dong either.

People’s physiques varied. He once ate three bowls of rice in a fit of rage.

Once he finished this week’s workout task, the gap would probably widen further.

Was this grind culture? Maybe. He just wanted to better himself.

Under the blazing sun, even the PE teacher didn’t dare keep the students exposed for long. After warm-ups, they were free to disperse. The sporty boys headed to the basketball court, while the girls clustered in the shade to chat.

Guys with guys, girls with girls. The boys reeked of sweat after exercising, so even social butterflies like Lin Xiyuan only dared to squeeze into the girls’ circle.

Luckily, Shen Nian didn’t mind girls, so they surrounded him.

Xia Yanchun’s face darkened as she watched Shen Nian shamelessly squeeze in beside her. Was this guy always so bold?

Then again, he was the class’s resident "central air conditioner"—he got along with almost everyone except a few guys. Hanging out with girls was nothing new for him.

She scooted closer to Li Shiyan, putting distance between them.

"Wow, you’re ditching me?" Shen Nian looked thunderstruck.

They’d just slept together yesterday, and now she was acting like this?

"You stink of sweat. Stay away," Xia Yanchun scowled, leaning into Li Shiyan. Girls were much better to stick with.

"Then suffocate." Shen Nian tugged at his shirt to air it out.

"Shiyan, let’s move farther away."

"Mm!"

Shen Nian turned to Li Shiyan. "I’d advise against hanging out with Xia Yanchun. She’s got a history of violence—once punched me so hard I almost died. Watch out or she might snap and hit you too."

"Xia Yanchun would never be that violent!"

"I’ll shove my foot in your mouth if you keep slandering me!"

"See? She’s threatening to foot-stuff me. Not violent?" Shen Nian laughed in exasperation.

Li Shiyan blinked. She wasn’t buying any of Shen Nian’s nonsense.

Girls were sweet, soft little cupcakes. Even if they threatened to shove a foot in your mouth, it was just talk.

Still, Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun seemed unexpectedly close.

Did coming from the same hometown make people this tight?

Li Shiyan thought about the guys she knew from her own hometown.

Hmm… they’d all dyed their hair blond. Occasionally, she’d see their posts:

"If my girl gets depressed because of you, I’ll go to jail, and you’ll go six feet under."

"This subject takes his leave—a farewell for life."

"The winds of vocational school never blew toward regular high school..."

Cringe overload, but she couldn’t bring herself to unfollow. They were like her personal meme feed—delete them, and the entertainment was gone.

Who could explain this addiction to secondhand embarrassment? The more you read, the more hooked you got.

If she remembered right, Xia Yanchun and Shen Nian were from the same small town. Funny how two people from the same place could be so different.

Shen Nian rubbed his temples. So it was two against one? Li Shiyan and Xia Yanchun had been desk mates for two years—they were practically a hive mind now, a united front.

He turned to Li Shiyan.

"Excuse me, is this the esteemed Ms. Li Shiyan? Resident of Cinan, senior at Cinan Second High, father surnamed Li, grandfather surnamed Li, age 18, desk mate Xia Yanchun, third in class rankings, QQ nickname ‘37-Year-Old Gorgeous Loli’?"

"?"

Li Shiyan froze, stunned. It took her a while to process, her curiosity morphing into sheer horror.

The next moment, her face instantly turned pale. She clung even tighter to Xia Yanchun’s arm, stammering for a long while before finally forcing out a single word.

"Box!"

Li Shiyan burst into tears, overwhelmed by both helplessness and frustration. Despite never having posted anything online about gender conflicts, political rants, insults, or personal attacks, she had just received her first-ever doxxing strike.

Adorable, really.

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