Wang Yunxiao got up at 4 o'clock in the morning to start his daily, relentless physical training.
After all, he wasn't a practitioner of immortal cultivation, who could live forever by meditating daily and absorbing the all-powerful nature's spiritual energy.
Muscles are built through exercise; you won't get a good body by slouching on the couch playing with your phone all day.
When he first transmigrated, he stood merely 1.6 meters tall, emaciated and all skin and bones due to long-term malnutrition.
Now, barely half a year later, he had shot up to 1.72 meters, with his weight increased by almost twenty kilograms, making him taller and more robust than many teachers at the school.
So, you couldn't blame He Lan for eyeing him with yearning; which girl wouldn't be dazzled by such a well-built body?
Of course, at this point, such training no longer meant much to Wang Yunxiao; it was more about him deliberately maintaining this habit.
