A strong smell of blood wafted from the treadmill, and the five people who were watching realized that the saw blade would grow if it was fed blood.
The blood dripping from the man whose heel was severed was all caught in the saw blade, which reached up to his knees.
The man's face was deathly pale, and large drops of sweat splattered onto the track through his soaked clothes. Because his shoe had broken and slipped off his foot, his limp bare feet slipped on his own sweat, and a scream echoed throughout the gym.
"Xinzi!" The leading man turned his head and roared in a frenzy, "I'll f*** your ancestors!" After cursing, he freed one hand and, with bloodshot eyes, threw a card at Xinzi's treadmill without a second thought.
He was in the middle, while his panting companion on the other side tried to stop him but was too late.
"Look at you! Littering everywhere!" the plastic coach kept making sarcastic remarks, sneering repeatedly, "And you even tried to attack the gym equipment!"
The five onlookers felt a jolt of fear. The card landed within the treadmill's range, but had no chance to be used. It was automatically shredded and absorbed by the greatly enhanced saw blade. Then, the saw blade suddenly shot up to half a person's height, snapping the man clinging to the treadmill's smart screen, who was barely alive, at the waist.
All of this happened in just a few seconds.
Cheng Shuang only saw a patch of blood before her eyes were quickly covered by two large hands. She leaned against Du Jun's stomach, looked up at him, and their eyes met. Their gazes were solemn, yet tinged with lingering fear.
To stop the treadmill, someone else must operate it!
The man in the middle is the most robust, and in a fight, his strength and physique may have a significant advantage. However, his mobility is much weaker.
Soon, this weakness began to hold him back, and his burly body gradually became a heavy burden.
His face was flushed, and beads of sweat rolled down his muscles as if he had been drenched in a torrential downpour, making one wonder if he would die of dehydration soon even if he didn't run to death.
The man furiously raised a fist and slammed it hard against the smart screen. The response was the saw blade closing in step by step, making it impossible for him to move an inch. Meanwhile, the treadmill remained at a high angle, and each of his steps shrank to the point of feeling like a dance on a knife's edge.
It was awkward, uncomfortable, and constantly fraught with the danger of death.
"Ah!" the man roared like a trapped beast.
His companion on the other side, panting and in anguish, shouted, "Someone, we...we need to get cards! Stop it!"
Unfortunately, the saleswoman at the front desk was busy attending to unsuspecting customers and didn't have time to respond to his calls. It wasn't until a few more minutes later, just as they were about to give up under the pressure of the saw blade, that the saleswoman slowly walked over and said indifferently, "We're full for members now. We only have the limited-edition Super VIP card with a limit of 100,000."
"Do it! Do it!" the two said in unison.
The plastic coach continued his sarcastic remarks from the side, "Tch, why didn't you do this earlier!"
Cheng Shuang and the other four exchanged glances and silently followed it to the third activity—the spinning bikes in the small dark room.
“The correct order should have been the supine ab board,” the plastic coach explained. “But I didn’t want those two to get a free ride. No coach would be willing to take on and lead them through all the activities with such stingy and mean customers. They’re obviously brainless blockheads and incredibly stupid. Whether they’ll even get to try all the activities is another matter. If they give up halfway, the money on their cards won’t end up in the coach’s hands.”
The last sentence was a soft mutter, but the maintainer, with his sharp ears, heard it clearly.
Its attitude is obvious: you're smart and discerning to sign up for the card, and choosing me is the greatest blessing you've ever had!
The five nodded emphatically in agreement, especially Du Lanshan, who showered the plastic coach with compliments, praising everything from his physique and character to his intelligence, emotional intelligence, fashion sense, and appearance. He went on and on, making the faceless plastic man forcefully crack a mouth and grin smugly. The blank face, now with a mouth, instantly became so ugly that Du Lanshan, who was closest to it, almost stumbled backward in fright.
After their conversation, they rested for quite a while. Only after the suit salesperson knocked on the door as a reminder did the plastic coach retract his wide-mouthed grin, point to the changing room next to the small dark room, and say in a light tone, "Go change your clothes quickly. I'll wait for you in the room. I'll show you how to keep up with the rhythm of the music!"
The four people who had been listening to Du Lanshan's awkward flattery silently gave him a thumbs up!
Cheng Shuang and Liu Juan changed into tight-fitting high-waisted shorts with the gym's logo and quick-drying sports vests and T-shirts. They wore their own sneakers. Back in the small dark room, all the men changed. Now they were dressed uniformly, and the big logo on their backs looked like they were advertising for the gym.
"Beautiful! So beautiful!" The plastic coach, who seemed to find it beautiful from somewhere, patted Du Jun on the shoulder in appreciation, then exchanged a high five with Du Lanshan like good buddies, and proactively helped Cheng Shuang adjust the height of the seat before straddling the bike and talking about the proper movements for spinning.
"Attention! Make sure you wear your foot covers properly. You are not allowed to get off the bus midway. Just remember this one rule! Absolutely not!"
The "plastic coach" emphasized his point, and the group immediately marked it as important in their minds. The so-called demonstration was really just a vague, misleading suggestion.
"Get ready, five, four..."
The five people boarded the vehicle, adjusted their sweat-proof gloves, and as soon as it announced its name, deafening music immediately began to play.
Despite its name, a stationary bike is actually quite difficult to pedal. It's much heavier than a regular bike. You don't feel anything at first, but the pedals get heavier and heavier as you pedal, as if a thousand pounds are weighing down on the wheels, or like the brakes are jamming the tires. You can't pedal at all.
The spinning bike in the death zone, with the word "more" added, caused Liu Juan and Cheng Shuang's expressions to twist in the first step.
But the next second, a force emanated from their newly changed quick-drying clothes, propelling them to increase their speed. They subconsciously looked down at their clothes; the quick-drying material had a slight sheen, which flickered and dimmed with the rhythm of the music.
The two women, one older and one younger, were surrounded by men. They could notice the difference in their clothes, and the men could too. They immediately felt that there was no harm in spending money. Although the gym's merchandise was priced a third higher than normal, at least it had worked.
A plastic coach ahead was shouting slogans and reminding everyone from time to time, "Keep up, keep up!"
Because the most important thing about spin bikes is to keep your shoulders straight and not look down, and Cheng Shuang was focused on pedaling hard, she really didn't pay attention to anything else until she felt her field of vision was declining, or rather, the instructor's position was slowly rising.
She glanced down sharply and immediately made a face as if she had a toothache.
A perfectly good wooden floor has somehow turned into a muddy mess. If you pedal fast, the sinking speed will be relatively slower.
The plastic coach ignored everything that was amiss, pedaling furiously and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Speed up, speed up, keep up with the pace, faster, faster, faster!"
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