It includes the highest level of membership benefits, a separate lounge, free massage and personal trainer guidance, but the content of the guidance is determined by Bai Ye himself.

"You mean, I don't need to supervise your exercise, nor do I need to make a training plan for each stage. I just need to check whether each of your exercise postures is standard?"

Inside the club, William Smith, a muscular coach in his thirties, stared at the handsome and resolute young man in front of him.

This is the first time he has seen such a request in all his years as a coach.

"That's right, you just need to correct me when my posture is not standard and there is a safety hazard." Bai Ye said directly.

As for a training plan, there is no need for one. As long as you don't die from training, just train to death. Every training method should directly increase the stress to the maximum.

Anyway, it is clearly stated in the instructions that no matter whether it is long-term injury or hidden injury, it can recover on its own as long as the physical fitness reaches 1.5.

Then all you have to do is get your physical fitness to the minimum requirement of 1.5 before you paralyze your body.

"If it doesn't work, let Shenlan add points." Bai Ye looked at the 0.4 attribute points he still had to use. If he really became paralyzed, he could just use the attribute panel to add points. There would be no problem at all.

"Anyway, the money has been paid. If you don't agree, I will directly apply to change coaches or refund the money and change gyms." Bai Ye threatened directly. In the capitalist country of the United States these days, even if you have money, you are still afraid of not being able to find a coach.

"You... okay." Smith compromised helplessly: "Then when are you going to start training?"

"Time waits for no one, of course it's now." Bai Ye cast his eyes on a row of dumbbells of different weights placed in the gym: "Let's try the 20kg one first."

"Then you start, I'll watch from the side." Smith said casually. At this moment, in his mind, Bai Ye was already regarded as the kind of rich second-generation who was only enthusiastic about things for a short period of time and was stupid and rich.

"Anyway, I'm here to watch. If there's any danger, I'll warn you. This won't be a problem, right?" Smith thought.

But an hour later, he said nervously, "Wait a minute, stop and rest for a while."

After hearing Smith's words, Bai Ye, who thought something was wrong, completed the last sit-up with difficulty, and then lay on the ground like a dried salted fish, feeling his abdominal muscles burning.

After taking a few breaths, he said, "Why are you asking me to stop? I am doing this exercise exactly as you taught me. There shouldn't be any problem with the movements."

"It's not a problem of movement. Your posture is already very standard, but your training intensity is too high. If you continue like this, I'm worried that your body will develop symptoms of rhabdomyolysis." Smith's face was full of worry. He was really scared.

In the past hour, Bai Ye tried six or seven different training programs, including dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, sit-ups, etc. He trained himself to death in each of them.

That desperate posture was really too crazy, especially the last few movements of each training item. The painful but persistent look on Bai Ye's face during training was too terrifying.

It even made him, who was watching over him, feel that Bai Ye's soul might leave his body at any time.

If he was watching the joke half an hour ago, now he was really afraid that this young man would be the first customer to die at his hands.

When Bai Ye heard the coach say that there was nothing wrong with his movements, he frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. The training was forcibly interrupted, and he felt that the effect of the sit-up training just now was lost by at least 40%.

Bai Ye, who had just recovered a little, immediately lay down and continued to do the sit-ups that he had not completed just now. Looking at Smith, he could only sigh helplessly.

However, the continuous consumption of physical strength made him train less and less frequently, and the rest interval between two training programs was extended.

Two hours later, when Bai Ye had almost exhausted the strength of every muscle in his body except his chin, he fell on the yoga mat like a burnt ash.

This feeling of weakness and dying is so severe that even if a thousand-year-old zombie king jumped past Bai Ye, all his yang energy would be sucked away alive.

"Let's stop here...for today...and continue tomorrow!" Bai Ye said with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, I'll carry you to massage and relax your muscles." Seeing Bai Ye finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief and complained in his heart: "You're still going to continue tomorrow? With your current physical condition, it's good enough that you can get up tomorrow. Be careful that you will pee blood tomorrow when you get up."

But what only Bai Ye could see was that on his description column, there were the achievements that he had worked hard to achieve, and the last record proved his efforts.

Comments: You performed a 54-rep bodyweight squat...

Repeat 9 times to increase the strength limit by 0.1. Repeat 7 times to increase the physical limit by 0.1. Repeat 2 times to increase the mental limit by 0.1. Looking at the three-dimensional limit that can be improved by only single digits, Bai Ye, who has no physical strength left, can only wait until tomorrow to exercise.

After a difficult bath and massage, Bai Ye was supported by Smith and returned to the door of his home. Looking at Bai Ye who was standing unsteadily, Smith finally asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, you can go off work now. See you tomorrow." Bai Ye supported himself on the wall with his right hand, then turned his back to Smith, slowly walked into the room, and closed the door softly.

'Although I can't do physical exercise, I can exercise my mental will. We agreed to stay up all night for 25 hours. I won't sleep until the moon goes to sleep tonight!'

Bai Ye made this decision, then sat in front of the computer, pressed the power button, and after the computer started up, he prepared to search the Internet for some health-preserving boxing techniques like Tai Chi, trying to squeeze out every bit of potential in this body.

"No..." Bai Ye was searching when suddenly an idea came to him. He immediately stopped what he was doing and opened the Zhutian communication group that had been blocked and ignored before.

At this moment in the chat group, Bai Ye was still blocked and unable to send messages, but his goal was not to do so.

On the file column, Bai Ye saw hundreds of files with different contents stacked together.

Bai Ye clicked on one at random, and the next second it showed that the download was complete and he could check it at any time.

Sure enough, unable to send messages ≠ unable to receive files.

After confirming his guess, Bai Ye suppressed his gradually accelerating heartbeat and began to search through the group files.

A minute later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up because he saw a file in the group file of the chat group.

"Purple Cloud Magic"

Uploader: Gentleman Sword! (End of this chapter)