Sitting on the cool long-term chair, Han Qiwu's mood brightened quite a bit as well. He pulled out his phone and started looking up the next set of body-strengthening techniques.
"This name is pretty good, really suits me," Han Qiwu muttered while scrolling through the screen. His expression gradually froze.
Whose "youthful vitality" involves executing two split-leg moves mid-air and bouncing back perfectly?
Isn't this… a bit *too* energetic?
Judging by these moves, I've got plenty to practice.
Let's start with a hundred million repetitions.
Two hours later, Han Qiwu slumped wearily into the long-term chair, feeling like his ligaments were about to snap.
The movements really felt tailored for professional dancers.
Thank goodness his flexibility had improved recently. If it had been a month ago, he would've been flat on the ground after finishing this set.
"You… you… you want to dance or something?"
When his ringtone went off, Han Qiwu glanced at it and smiled faintly.
