Li Yun got dressed and headed toward the community gym in Lotus Flower Neighborhood. The area was well-landscaped, and the neighbors got along harmoniously.
Lotus Flower wasn't a high-end community, but it was home to many teachers from the nearby school and retired school leaders. The complex even had a swimming pool and a gym.
Every homeowner had a membership card. Li Yun's card had been arranged by Su Yuya a long time ago. As a second-degree black belt in taekwondo, he needed to work out every day to maintain his physical fitness.
Li Yun walked into the fitness building and went straight up to the fifth floor, where the weight room was. There were quite a few people inside, both men and women. He walked straight to a corner where the equipment was stored. Looking at the familiar gear, he felt his sorrow slowly subside.
He took off his jacket and casually draped it over the coat rack. His well-proportioned and solid muscles glistened with a golden hue under the sunlight streaming through the windows. He seemed to have experience with every piece of equipment there—grip trainers, resistance bands, barbells, dumbbells, and treadmills.
If a fitness coach had been there, they would have been amazed to see that Li Yun's workout routine—high weight, low reps, multiple sets, long range of motion, slow speed, high intensity, mind-muscle connection, peak contraction, continuous tension, and rest between sets—was perfectly in line with scientific principles. It was a method designed to maximize muscle development.
Li Yun enjoyed his solo workout, and strangely, he didn't break a sweat after going through all the equipment. This made the other people in the gym look at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
A middle-aged woman giggled and said, "I didn't expect this handsome guy to be so impressive."
"Yeah," her friend replied, glancing at Li Yun's handsome face and strong physique. "My husband is barely thirty, and he can't even last ten minutes..."
"Hehe... you flirt," the first woman teased.
Suddenly, the woman who had complimented Li Yun's looks turned serious and whispered, "Shh... Coach Lin is here."
A woman wearing a white high-waisted, tight-fitting top with prominent, soft, and rounded breasts that looked incredibly sexy, and black knee-length, tight pants that accentuated her plump, white, and rounded derrière, walked in. The room fell silent instantly.
Lin Yajing stood at the entrance. She had an elegant oval face, fair and soft skin, thin and arched eyebrows, round and tempting eyes with a slight hint of red, a sharp yet delicate nose, and soft, red lips that exuded sensuality.
Her neck was smooth and white, her shoulders were graceful and charming, her arms were slender and beautiful, and her hands were delicate and fair. As a fitness instructor, she was in excellent shape.
Lin Yajing had a slender and graceful waist, a smooth and elegant lower abdomen, plump and charming thighs, and shapely calves. In short, her figure was so perfect that it could make any normal man's heart race. Her impeccable proportions were so stunning that they could make any beauty in the world feel inferior.
Lin Yajing was a versatile athlete. She started by teaching a group of women aerobics, then moved on to yoga, looking very professional.
On the treadmill, a muscular guy in a white tank top muttered, "Damn, if my wife had even half of Coach Lin's body, I wouldn't be tempted to cheat!"
His running buddy agreed in a low voice, "If I could spend just one night with her, I'd be willing to lose two years off my life."
"Shh! Are you new here?" someone interjected. A man who had just finished his workout on the treadmill scoffed, "Coach Lin knows martial arts. You two combined wouldn't stand a chance against her."
Li Yun had never seen Lin Yajing before. He used to come in the evenings and had never been here in the morning. Seeing her for the first time, he was genuinely impressed.
Li Yun, who was also on the treadmill, overheard the boring conversation of the three people next to him and curled his lips into a slight smile without saying a word.
The muscular guy in the white tank top glared at Li Yun and coldly said, "Kid, what are you smirking at?"
Li Yun glanced at the man and ignored him, continuing with his workout.
Seeing that Li Yun didn't respond, the muscular guy thought he was scared and strode up to him, loudly saying, "Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. I'm talking to you."
Li Yun, a college student and the pride of his generation, handled the situation with grace. Looking at the man whose body was disproportionately muscular, he politely said, "Please move away. Thank you."
The muscular guy was furious. Veins bulged on his forehead as he threw a punch at Li Yun's chest.
Li Yun casually deflected the punch, using the man's force against him. Then, he formed his fingers into a claw and grabbed the man's shoulder blade, unleashing a powerful force.
The guy screamed in pain, fell to his knees, and turned pale, sweating profusely. He tried in vain to pry Li Yun's hand off his shoulder, his body convulsing in agony.
When Li Yun finally let go, the guy's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the pain.
Everyone in the gym stared in shock at what had just happened in the blink of an eye. None of the muscular guy's friends stepped forward to help him.
"I live in Lotus Flower, Building 3, fifth floor, apartment 6. If you have any issues, come find me," Li Yun paused, then added with a smile, "But please remember to knock on the door when you come. Thank you."
He walked over to the iron rack where the punching bags were hanging. With his right foot planted firmly on the ground, he rotated his body ninety degrees to the right and kicked his left leg in a circular arc, executing a spinning back kick.
"Crack!"
His left heel struck the punching bag with a loud sound.
"Whoosh!"
The bag burst open, spilling sand everywhere. It was a warning, a blatant display of brute force.
No one spoke. Everyone was stunned. Those who had trained in martial arts knew that it took at least eight hundred kilograms of force to break a leather punching bag. Even those who hadn't trained knew that their bones were no match for a leather bag.
The sound of the gym door slamming shut brought everyone back to reality, and they began to talk amongst themselves.
Lin Yajing walked over to the muscular guy and squatted down, massaging his shoulder with a strange set of movements.
The guy woke up, looked around, and his eyes flashed with malice. His face twisted with hatred as he growled, "You little brat, I'm going to get you."
"That guy is not someone you should provoke," Lin Yajing glanced at him with a look of disdain, as if she were looking at a pig, and coldly said, "If you don't want to end up dead, you better avoid him in the future."
With that, Lin Yajing stood up and continued teaching the group of women yoga. She calmly guided her students through their poses, but inside, she felt a bit unsettled.