Re-becoming a human being from Conan

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Zong Fighting Gym.

As an apprentice who has just learned fighting for half a year, Mark, who comes from a poor family, can only offset part of his tuition fees by doing odd jobs to pursue his fighting dream.

At this time, he was cleaning the steps in front of the fighting gym with a broom. Suddenly he noticed a strong wind coming, and his bulging hair fell to one side. When he looked up, he saw a gorgeous and domineering brown speed car parked. In front of the fighting gym.

A strong man wearing a suit and sunglasses quickly jumped out of the driver's seat. He quickly walked to the passenger seat and opened the door, welcoming a young man with noble clothing and outstanding temperament.

Without any confirmation, Mark knew that this was a rich man. At only 13 years old, he didn't have the stubbornness of a young man. He immediately put on a smile and went forward to greet him: "Hello, are you here..."

"Master Li Xing!" Before he could finish asking, a loud voice came from behind, and a young man wearing a martial arts uniform with the word 'Lu' printed on it walked out quickly, smiling enthusiastically and saying: "I just picked you up The news that it is coming has arrived unexpectedly. Welcome to the Lu Zong Martial Arts Gym, please follow me."

"Trouble."

As an apprentice in the gym, Mark naturally knows this young man. He is the eldest disciple of the gym owner and the master of the fighting gym. He rarely teaches in person, and the few times he makes a scary face.

It turns out that there are times when I am so enthusiastic.

Mark was curious. After passing a few people, he stopped sweeping the floor and tiptoed back to the fighting gym. He soon discovered that he was not the only one who was curious. Many apprentices in the fighting gym stopped exercising and looked around. Wait for someone to come.

A familiar young man came over and said, "Mark, do you know who this is?"

"I don't know...are you here to sign up?"

"How is it possible that just by signing up, I can be accompanied by a master? I think it means that the owner of the hall is not here, otherwise maybe the owner of the hall will come out!"

"What's that for?"

The teenagers listened attentively and soon discovered that the master was introducing some of the equipment in the fighting gym to the visitors, even down to the manufacturers of weights and sandbags, as well as the prices of the equipment.

Except for small things such as sandbags, each of them is an astronomical amount for Mark.

As a result, the young man in expensive clothes finished a circle and pointed casually with his finger: "I need four sandbags and a set of weights. Is the maximum 30kg? There should be higher ones, right? 50? Okay, then bring them Go to the higher ones, 40 or 45.

In addition, that, that, that... need one each, that kind of practice stone pier..."

The man in a suit and sunglasses who was following him took notes with a pen and paper. He seemed to say something close to his ear, and received a shake of his head in response: "Buy as I say."

Only then did Mark realize that this rich man had come to choose equipment to set up a practice room at home. His eyes widened immediately and his nose bubbled with mucus.

Damn, I’m so envious!

I also want to be a rich man!

When the master said the number "about 3.5 million" from his mouth, his heart beat faster, and pictures of the future appeared in his mind.

After becoming a world fighting champion, he walked on the bustling street, surrounded by people. He pointed at several buildings and bought, bought, bought, and even more enthusiastic fans and girls cheered for him in the distance, but they were ignored by his bodyguards. Interception ruthlessly.

When the time comes, the considerate Mr. Mark will definitely push aside the bodyguards and give them autographs...

"What's your name? How old are you?"

Snapped--

The voice in front of Meimeng was broken, and the snot bubbles in his nose were also broken. Only then did he realize that the rich man had walked in front of him at some point, and the master was staring at him with disgust.

Mark blushed and stood at attention instantly: "My name is Mark, I am 13 years old!"

"Mark? This name is not too domineering. Does a fighter have to have a resounding stage name? Oh, it's too early for you to choose a stage name now."

Ji Xing smiled and patted his shoulder and walked out. The master glared at him again, but fortunately, he didn't seem angry or reproachful.

Mark was stunned. Stage name?

Well, this is indeed a big deal. As the future world fighting champion, I have to have a loud name and a good-looking signature...

Domineering, um, domineering?

Or... call him Satan?

Yes, Satan!

…

Ji Xing rarely used wealth to show off. He didn't expect that he would meet such a person and gain extra benefits when traveling to suit his status.

Isn't this the future Satan City?

There is a trivia in Dragon Ball. Although he looks like an elder, Satan is indeed the same age as Krillin, and is only one year older than his in-law Goku.

He is 13 years old, so Sun Wukong is 12 years old, which is the year when the plot starts.

The next thing is easy to deduce - 16-year-old Bulma took advantage of her freshman year of high school to travel in search of the Dragon Balls and met Goku, and the only long enough vacation to match was summer vacation, which was late August and September. Two months!

As Ji Xing's body becomes stronger and stronger, the Seven Star Pearl will no longer give him a full two years to adapt, which would be a waste of time.

"Two months...the initial plot of Dragon Ball..." I don't know if I don't recall it carefully, or maybe I didn't pay attention when I was a child. Why did Bulma give so many benefits in the first place?

It's replayed in my mind, so there's no need to go see it live. Ji Xing has no interest in beauty.

It’s better to exercise first and see how far you can do it in two months.

When Ji Xing returned home, he immediately moved his body briefly in the practice room that had been packed away but the equipment had not yet been delivered. He quickly determined one crucial thing - the physical fitness and tolerance of the Earthlings in Dragon Ball. The speed is far more exaggerated than Conan or even One Piece World!

He could use his hands and feet more!

Early the next morning, under the money offensive, the purchased equipment was transported to Ji Xing's private practice room through the universal capsule, and was easily arranged as needed.

Then came the auxiliary personal trainers and nutritionists that Ji Xing needed.

The nutritionist is a 35-year-old woman with a certificate of senior nutritionist and senior chef. She is a high-level talent who can only be hired with a monthly salary of one million.

The auxiliary personal trainer is a 33-year-old man named Channule. He is a strong man. He was originally a well-received coach in a fighting club. He was easily hired after being offered a double salary of 300,000 yuan.

Facing the boss, he was a little nervous. He was obviously worried that the rich man had a bad temper, or that Ji Xing was just playing for fun. If he hadn't given too much, he would never come over, in case he had just resigned and changed jobs. He was unemployed because his son was just three years old and needed money.

But I heard the housekeeper said that I was personally selected by him from among the candidates? Shouldn't this be a simple dismissal? Even though he is the chairman of Big Dog Company, he is still a young man who loves face most. How can he admit that he picked the wrong person?

"Master, let's start from the basics?" It seemed that the butler had also told him, and he learned to call Ji Xing 'Master'.

"Well, come on."

When they came to the practice room together, Qian Noule's eyes lit up with the neat and new equipment. He pointed at the treadmill and said, "Then first..."

"Help me do some simple stretching first."

Ji Xing smiled, pulled over a yoga mat, and put his hands behind his back: "Here, grab my wrist, yes, that's it."

Qian Nule was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was not right, so he heard: "Try harder."

"oh oh!"

"Two more points."

"Ah good!"

Boom——

A slight noise was heard, and Qian Nule's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously let go of his hands. However, he saw Ji Xing retracting his hands as if nothing had happened, pushing forward, and said: "Yes, the strength is controlled more accurately. This time we will change it." Sideways.”

"Stop being so dazed and deducting money, hurry up and hold on to me."

"Ah, yes!" When he heard that the money would be deducted, Qian Nule broke into a cold sweat and followed Ji Xing's instructions without hesitation to help him stretch.

The sound of joints cracking made Channule swallow his saliva. Although stretching means stretching, is it really okay to make every joint crack? What if the joints wear out?

And this young master seems to have some basic skills, right? Didn't his butler say zero basics?

After finally getting through the puppet-like stretching activity, when Ji Xing finally stepped on the treadmill, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly: "Actually, it's better to warm up first and then stretch."

Ji Xing didn't know whether he heard it or not. Anyway, he didn't give any feedback and just ran on the treadmill for 15 minutes and two kilometers. During this period, he stretched his back or twisted his hips from time to time to maximize his body movement.

When he came down, sweat had soaked through his training clothes. Just when Qiannule thought he was going to rest for two minutes, he heard Ji Xing say: "It's almost done, come over and help me press my legs."

"P-press your legs?!"

Leg pressing is normal and is the basis of martial arts fighting. All fighters need to go through this step, but that thing... hurts like hell!

Qian Nule still remembers how he cried when he pressed his leg for the first time when he was a teenager. Tears fell from his eyes, and he cried even worse than when the girl he liked married someone else.

Furthermore, it takes at least ten and a half months for other martial arts practitioners to reach the point of pressing their legs. How can anyone have to press their legs on the first day?

no! This is absolutely not possible! This young master has no idea about leg pressing. If I just persuade him to quit, wouldn't I be completely unemployed? !

"few……"

"If you don't press, the money will be deducted. If you press, the money will be added. Add fifty thousand." Ji Xing looked at him and smiled.

"...It will hurt a lot, please bear with it."

When the leg press was finally over, Chanule found that he might have been sweating more than Ji Xing. Although he had just finished pressing his legs and the pain was still lingering, his employer quickly stood up and moved around, and then began to perform very standard high kicks and inner and outer moon kicks to maximize the effect of the leg press.

But no matter how active you are to warm up, you still need to rest after the first leg press, otherwise you will easily injure yourself, so the morning exercise ended soon after. At noon, I ate a lunch prepared by a million nutritionists. Before I could digest it, I Xing felt his body slow down.

If this were the real world, Ji Xing would not dare to go to great lengths for three days, but the Dragon Ball world is unreasonable. While he was massaging his abdomen to speed up the peristalsis of his stomach, he began to move his lower body simply.

When it was almost done, he raised his head to Channule and said, "Come and help me tie the weight, the smallest one, the one with two kilograms on each arm."

"oh."

Qiannule breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the fierce young master would play with the big ones when he came up, and would like the 10kg, 20kg, and even heavier ones that he found when he checked before that he didn't dare to wear them.

It's only 2kg, so it doesn't matter at all. You can throw this thing around and catch it casually.

Then he saw Ji Xing, who had tied up the weight, stand up on horseback, with his legs firmly planted and his arms held flat... The total weight of four kilograms instantly became a heavy burden.

This...will be over in less than two minutes?

Then he stared at Ji Xing for 45 minutes, and the sweat soaked the ground with obvious traces. He did not collapse afterwards, but walked slowly in small steps, picked up the light salt water that had been prepared and sipped it in small sips. Sipping.

"Taking off the weight."

"……oh oh!"

After hurriedly removing the weights, Qiannule finally saw Ji Xing resting. He lay down on the yoga mat, his breathing was calm and gradually seemed to stop, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

From an angle that he couldn't see, a touch of Qi circulated in Ji Xing's body, eliminating his fatigue more quickly! The qi in the dragon beads is the power hidden in the body of life. Good qi, evil qi, vitality, courage, etc. are all part of qi.

Everyone has this kind of thing, but only a few know how to use it. For Ji Xing, who has repeatedly 'find the power hidden in the body' countless times, it is very simple to find and use the Qi in the body, but his current The Qi is still very weak, and it can only penetrate a piece of paper when released.

It also requires long-term exercise.

After lying still like this for about ten minutes, Qian Nule wanted to ask questions. Ji Xing straightened up and sat up and said: "Next, we need to use the side pull barbell with a load of 20kg. You can adjust it and provide auxiliary protection. Don’t let your mind wander, otherwise money will be deducted.”

"……clear!"

Channule had no sense of presence as a personal trainer at all, but he gradually realized that his 'coaching' this time might not be simple.

At five o'clock in the evening, the gray-haired housekeeper who worked part-time as Ji Xing's assistant returned from the company to Ji Xing's villa. What he saw was Ji Xing lying on the yoga mat and enjoying a massage from Channule.

"Master, how do you feel?"

"Very good." Ji Xing half-raised his head and said with a smile, "Is everything okay at the company? I feel very comfortable exercising. I want to strike while the iron is hot and focus more on this aspect for a while to get in better shape."

"Thanks to the young master's previous hard work, everything in the company is back on track. Sales of the latest model of the Big Dog NA2 suspension vehicle continue to grow...but does it matter if you continue to exercise at a high intensity?" He looked at Qiannu Le with questioning eyes.

"Oh, by the way, you increased Qian Nule's salary by 60,000 yuan and changed his monthly salary to 360,000 yuan. He did a good job today." Ji Xing smiled at this time.

Qian Nule said with a half-bright smile and half-conscience: "Thank you, Master! It's okay, butler, the intensity of Master's training is not very high."

"That's it, I understand." The old housekeeper also smiled happily: "Then I won't disturb the young master's relaxation. I hope you will be in better health, and please rest assured about the company's affairs."

"Well, go ahead and do your work. Thank you for your hard work."

It's not that I want to hide it from him, but now half of the company's affairs are handled by the housekeeper for Ji Xing. If the problem is exposed in front of this "acquaintance", it will easily cause unnecessary trouble.

As for Qian Nule, it's easy to say that since he can distinguish the big and small kings, he deserves the reward.

"I'll give you another twenty thousand tomorrow night."

"Huh? Ah, thank you, Master!"

The practice of wealthy people is so unpretentious and simple.

The title "Master" is a bit awkward, and I can't find a good word to replace it. I called Yincha "Master" based on Poole, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?