However, in places like this, there are naturally both bustling and less bustling areas.
Just like the place where Fang Yi was standing at this mont.
Standing by the riverbank, Fang Yi had just finished jogging. Not far away was a square, but Fang Yi didn’t plan to go there.
It was around seven o’clock, and there were a moderate number of people by the riverbank, neither too many nor too few, but it didn’t bother Fang Yi.
Fang Yi turned his back to the riverbank railing, keeping a good distance, placed his hands on the ground, and rested his toes on the railing, then began to do push-ups.
Fang Yi didn’t count in his head; he didn’t care how many he did, he just went until he felt it was enough.
And so, a scene unfolded on the usually extrely calm riverbank: a man with a full beard, wearing a vest, facing the cold wind, doing push-ups in a manner unimaginable to ordinary people.
The sweat from running was dried by the cold wind, but more sweat quickly seeped out, and drops fell to the ground, drying up swiftly.
anwhile, more people began to pass by, occasionally glancing over. In such a way, Fang Yi was like a pebble thrown into the stillness of their lives.
A group of teenagers with backpacks, riding bicycles, stopped.
"Wow, amazing! Let try too!"
A teenager ca over, said this, and put down his backpack, wanting to imitate Fang Yi. The other classmates saw this and, without stopping him, joined in.
However, these teenagers beca discouraged before reaching ten push-ups, and one even cried out, spraining his hand.
Fang Yi sighed, wondering why they would willingly seek such hardship, and had to stop, holding the teenager’s hand, then exerting a slight force, causing the teenager to cry out in pain, piercing the grey sky.
"Hey, it doesn’t hurt anymore?" The teenager shook his hand, looking astonished.
And Fang Yi returned to his position and continued doing push-ups, the teenagers watching him with burning eyes.
"A master! We’ve t a master!" A teenager with a trendy bowl-cut hairstyle suddenly knelt on one knee in front of Fang Yi, clasped his fists, and said solemnly, "Master, please take as your disciple!"
"Co on, Hao Caijun, stop joking, how does he look like a master to you?"
"Anyone who’s been to the gym for a month can do this."
"Alright, I’m not playing along anymore, let’s go to class!"
The other teenagers showed disdain when they saw the bowl-cut teenager kneeling down, and then ignored him, riding their bicycles away, leaving the bowl-cut teenager alone.
The bowl-cut teenager, wearing a high school uniform, remained kneeling on one knee, clasping his fists.
Fang Yi calmly asked, "Aren’t you going to class?"
The bowl-cut teenager imdiately said, "If you don’t take as your disciple, I’ll keep kneeling here!"
Fang Yi sighed, supported himself with one arm, turned his body, and placed his feet down from the railing, then stood up, leaving the bowl-cut teenager excited.
However, just as the bowl-cut teenager was about to speak, Fang Yi turned and walked away, leaving the teenager stunned, and he hurriedly pushed his bicycle to catch up.
However, Fang Yi started to run.
The teenager quickly got on his bicycle to chase him.
But the teenager was overly optimistic, and in the end, Fang Yi’s figure disappeared.
Yet, the teenager wasn’t disappointed, instead, he clenched his fist and murmured to himself, "Hao Caijun! Don’t be discouraged, you can do it!"
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