In the gym, Ren Zhong, clad in a 50kg weighted training suit, lunged onto the treadmill, adjusting the speed to the max, his legs moving like wind and fire wheels.
Sun Miao stood beside him, fixated on the human body modeling projection.
Sensors were scanning and reading Ren Zhong's parameters in all directions.
Three hours later, Ren Zhong began devouring food like crazy again.
This time, it was a dozen dishes from a delicious takeout and servings meant for seven people.
Sun Miao shook his head, "It seems you really don't feel any pain anymore. Alas."
"Sun Bro, what's with the tone of disappointment? Are you hoping I'll die in pain?"
"Ha, not quite. I just can't wrap my head around it."
Ren Zhong patted Sun Miao's shoulder earnestly, "Sun Bro, in life there are many things one can't understand. Who can instantly comprehend everything clearly? Taking it one step at a time is the only way."
"True that."
