Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 445 - 272_2

A soft "ding" sounded, the door opened in response, and he walked in steadily.

Fang Cheng strolled through the residential area, his eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny as he carefully surveyed the surroundings.

This place should belong to the rare low-density high-rise residential projects seen in recent years.

Although it’s been less than half a year since its completion, the greenery is beginning to take shape.

Neatly trimmed bushes, lush green lawns, and various seasonal flowers competing in beauty—it’s evident the developer put considerable effort into creating a livable environment.

According to the real estate agent’s information, the community’s theme is rehabilitation and wellness.

To accommodate this theme, the developer specially allocated large areas of green space to build fitness trails and yoga squares.

Not only that, outdoor basketball courts, swimming pools, senior activity centers, children’s playgrounds, and other leisure facilities are all readily available.

Overall, it can be considered a mid to high-end residential area.

Moreover, supermarkets, restaurants, markets, hospitals, and other living facilities around the residential area are very comprehensive, making daily life convenience self-explanatory.

Following the address registered on the property certificate, Fang Cheng successfully found the corresponding building number.

Then he took the elevator to the 19th floor, where his home was located.

Exiting the elevator, he scanned both sides, quickly identified the door number, then took out his key and inserted it into the lock, gently twisting it.

With a creaking sound, the door slowly opened.

Fang Cheng stepped inside, greeted by the sight of an unfinished apartment.

The rough concrete floor raised a bit of dust with each step.

Exposed pipes and wires were scattered haphazardly on the walls and ceiling.

This space of eighty square meters still remained in its most primitive form.

Fang Cheng walked unhurriedly, his gaze sweeping through every corner of the room, a simple layout plan forming in his mind.

He didn’t intend to put up extravagant renovations, deciding to retain this rugged "Syria war-damage style."

It’s not out of penny-pinching reluctance to spend money, but for a different plan.

Fang Cheng decided to use this place as a secret base for exercising his body and practicing skills.

On weekdays, shuttling back and forth between Old Factory Street and Wanghu Town, these places seemed overly crowded, not the most suitable for training.

Moreover, after his mother returned home, he found himself less free to move around.

Fang Cheng urgently needed a completely personal privacy space.

This unfinished apartment perfectly matched his needs.

Since it’s supposed to be his private haven, there’s no need for extravagance, just ensuring basic survival conditions is enough.

Fang Cheng’s eyes roamed over this "territory," planning inwardly.

A table and a few chairs in the living room would suffice for eating and reading.

A bed in the corner with curtains would allow him to collapse and sleep soundly when tired.

The kitchen would have basic cabinets, a sink, and a stove—enough to cook instant noodles or fry up a simple dish for daily meals.

The bathroom also needed proper setup; toilets, shower heads, and washstands were essential for convenient post-workout showers.

The remaining large space Fang Cheng planned to dedicate entirely to fitness equipment and training props.

Things like treadmills, dumbbells, barbells, pull-up bars, punching bags, and wooden stakes—all that could be set up would be set up.

In the future, he’d greet the sunrise rising over the sea, freely sweating and working out here. Just thinking about it filled him with vigor!

With this thought, Fang Cheng turned his gaze towards the large floor-to-ceiling window.

He then walked over and twisted open the side awning window.

A fresh sea breeze rushed in, carrying a slight salty scent, instantly dispelling the previously stuffy atmosphere in the room.

Looking far ahead, the distant azure sea merged with the horizon.

The waves rhythmically crashed onto the golden beach, creating layers of white foam.

In the bright sunlight, water droplets sparkled like tiny diamonds.

A few seabirds soared freely in the sky, sometimes circling low, sometimes diving towards the sea, snatching up a small fish before flapping their wings and flying high, tracing graceful arcs.

Less than half a kilometer from Sea Sky Garden on the coast, many beach resorts, seafood restaurants, and holiday hotels were scattered around.

Occasional laughter mingled with waves, clearly reaching Fang Cheng’s ears.

"Not bad at all!"

Gazing at the beautiful azure sea and blue sky, Fang Cheng stretched his arms and let out a pleasant yawn.

His bones cracked with a series of explosive "crack" sounds.

Were it not for my mom being so used to living in Jiangbei, reluctant to leave the neighbors and community of Old Factory Street, moving the family here wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Alternatively, Fang Cheng could buy a larger apartment, one for working out, another for family living.

This is not pure fantasy.

Once the antiques consigned to Xu Sanduo are sold successfully, with payments received, he could easily afford this expense.

At the very least, making down payments would be easy, and with his monthly salary of sixty to seventy thousand, the subsequent mortgage would be stress-free.

For example, his uncle bought this apartment; at twenty-nine thousand per square meter, it cost two million four hundred thousand.

With a calculation based on one hundred square meters, the total would be around three million.

This price in East Capital, such an international metropolis, is not really expensive.

Especially with Guilan District developing quickly, following the current market trends, in a couple of years, a price increase to thirty thousand or even forty thousand is possible.

Buying a property for investment or to preserve value would be a good choice.

Taking a deep breath of slightly salty sea air, Fang Cheng imagined himself by the seaside, couldn’t help but fantasize about life here in the future.

At dawn, when it’s still pitch dark, he could listen to the rhythmic waves crashing and run along the beach.

He could also face the turbulent tides, continuously throwing punches and practicing Air Attack.

Perhaps he could, like on Yong’an Island, dive into the depths of the bay, using water pressure for high-intensity resistance training, further improving skill practice experience.

Just imagining, he already felt a surge of enthusiasm and eagerness.

However, Fang Cheng didn’t immediately put these ideas into action.

It was broad daylight, and he couldn’t just expose his whereabouts casually.

Moreover, there was a more urgent task at hand that needed completion.

This plain and quiet unfinished apartment, simple and almost primitive, lacked any flashy, distracting external material conditions.

Like an unspoiled sanctuary in the world, it was very suitable for a place of practice.

Fang Cheng intended to practice meditation here, solving certain issues that had troubled him since last night.

With this thought, he immediately sat down cross-legged in front of the window.

Then he straightened his spine, naturally rested his hands on his knees, and gently closed his eyes.

Sunlight poured through the window, dust danced in the light, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

At first, the distant sound of waves and birdsong, like the laughter, tried every means to penetrate his ears, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.

But Fang Cheng remained unmoved, took a deep breath, and began to concentrate on his breathing.

With each inhalation and exhalation, the breath seemed like gentle tides, slowly flowing, isolating external disturbances completely.

As his breathing gradually calmed, his mind slowly settled down.

Fang Cheng faintly found the sensation he had while practicing meditation in the trench.

The rough wall surfaces, exposed pipes faded away, replaced by an ethereal darkness.

In this darkness, Fang Cheng, like a deep-sea diver, kept descending, exploring inner tranquility and strength.

Every wave’s impact seemed to keep the rhythm for his breaths.

Every ripple in his mind was smoothed in this tranquility.

That exhaustion and fatigue from deep within were gradually washed away by the tide.

Fang Cheng seemed to merge with everything around him.

The waves were the rhythm of his thoughts, his breath was his connection to the world, and his mind was a sea that embraced everything.

And in the deepest part of the sea, a flame burned brightly.

Like a never-extinguishing lighthouse in the darkness, penetrating layers of fog, guiding the lost souls.