Even though the pervy fatso was uncomfortable, his shrewd gaze was incomparable to others. He knew that Feng Yi was incredibly strong, and following him would allow him to learn some real martial arts, right? And then, with a few bragging rights, wouldn't all the girls come flocking? As he thought about this, he started to smirk with an evil laugh…

Screw it. If he dies, he dies. At worst, his old man would break his legs. But he had to go for it. The fatso turned serious and said, "If Brother Feng likes it, just take it – this book was meant to be a gift for you, anyhow."

But how could Feng Yi take such a small advantage? He's a man with grand goals. If he can help, he won't hold back on giving some guidance. He just felt shame at such underhand tactics. But surprisingly, the fatso was rather persistent. He reassured, "Don't worry, it was just a suggestion. The book will return to its rightful owner in three days."

The fatso was taken aback. These unexpected words left him overjoyed. In the moment of deep satisfaction, he even roared a 'how righteous!' and said: "My brother, wait for me. I'll be right back."

Afterwards, a noise of things being tossed and turned came from next door. A few dozen seconds later, he came back panting and holding a beautifully packaged box: "Brother, this is a real deal. It's the limited edition Star Wars video set that the federation only released a million of. Now, it's yours."

"The limited edition Star Wars video?"

"Yep, the Red Cloak Elite Battle Collection."

The fatso nodded his head in confusion... Feng Yi's nonchalant attitude left the fatso confused. This set was a full, uncut edition of godlike battles, highly coveted, but the fatso had won it in a draw by some stroke of freakish luck.

Unfortunately, Feng Yi showed no interest in these things.

From White Aces to Red Cloak Elites, the internet was full of battles that one could sit and watch. The exhibitionist nature of these battles held no real value to Feng Yi as reference materials.

Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders. He accepted the thoughtfulness of the gift, but as for these so-called Battle Collections, he couldn't be bothered to watch them. High-performance fights intended to catch the public's eye held no significance to him. They may deem the Red Cloak Elites as powerful, but their worthiness was questionable to him.

Before long, the two got onto the topic of their backgrounds. Really, it was just the fatso voicing his grievances. His expression turned melancholic and even Feng Yi could feel the waves of sorrow emanating from him.

The fatso claimed that coming from a family with a military background, he was subjected to immense pressure since childhood, living a life of despair and failure, infused with pain and tears. Being less gifted with an unstable foundation and obesity made him socially inept, lacking friends and the warmth of a girlfriend. There were many times where he nearly died from severe depression.

Poor guy, the fatso's situation was both pitiful and lamentable. In short, if he hadn't met Feng Yi today, he might have committed suicide. It was Feng Yi's responsibility to teach him something.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi nearly choked on his spit. Damn! Could a person really be this shameless? Combined with the fatso's vivid expressions, he was like a chameleon, which made Feng Yi laugh and cry at the same time.

He held up a finger and said, "It's not hard to become strong. First of all, you need to lose weight. Secondly, persistence and an unbreakable spirit are especially important."

"That's it?"

"More or less."

"I won't lie to you, my brother, I've been trying to lose this fat for more than a decade, and it just won't come off." The fatso's face quickly turned into a sycophantic smile: "Do you think there might be another way?"

"Well…" Feng Yi rubbed his chin. Naturally fat people were a problem, but it didn't rule out the possibility that the fatso was simply too lazy. He advised, "If you manage to do two hundred push-ups every day, we'll see the effects in one week."

"Two hundred!" The fatso stuttered, holding up two chubby fingers.

"Exactly, your success often depends on motivation."

"So doing two hundred push-ups every day will be enough?"

"Of course not, this is just the bare minimum. There will be no shortcuts on the path to perseverance. The power to move forward or step back is entirely in your hands."

"But Brother, I want to learn how to fight."

"What's your reason for wanting to fight?"

"There are many, many reasons."

"Fights originate from the basics, and the basics come from hard work. Don't put the cart before the horse, young man. Success is within reach, all you need is the process." Feng Yi gave the fatso a pat, further emphasizing his words before lying back down, crossing his legs and starting to read the military book that the fatso had brought over.

"Success is within reach... all it needs is the process..." The fatso stayed put, chewing over the phrase for a long time. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I got it." He then opened the door to leave, only to meet two pairs of big, furry eyes blinking at him. The three of them faced each other in shock!

"Ah! It's a coincidence running into you, Zhang Xiaobo…" Emily said in an embarrassed blush.

It had been a long time since anyone at the Martial Arts Hall called Zhang Xiaobo by his real name, they all called him by his nickname, Fatty. Seeing Sheng Qiangwei and Emily, the most beautiful girls at the martial hall, the fatso scratched his head in embarrassment, "Heh heh... it is, quite the coincidence indeed." Off he went in a hurry, worried that all the tall tales he had just spun were overheard by them. Now, that would have been embarrassing.

The two girls had actually been standing outside the door for some time and had heard everything clearly. Sheng Qiangwei watched with big eyes full of curiosity. She hadn't expected Feng Yi…

His casual conversation revealed the profound wisdom he had accrued throughout his journey, pinpointing the Fatty's weak points and structuring his encouragement in a way that had a profound impact.

In short, Zhang Xiaobo was a naturally lazy person, the type who wouldn't move forward unless led, or even step back when pushed. Making a motivational breakthrough was not easy, but he was ignited with vigor under the invisible encouragement of Feng Yi.

After pondering for a moment, Sheng Qiangwei found that Feng Yi actually wasn't as annoying as she had initially thought. Possessing outstanding strength, but not flaunting it like typical high-achievers. He was modest, non-confrontational, and met challenges with a cool head. Now that she thought about it, his mysterious ways were quite fascinating. It was a new side of Feng Yi she had not been aware of before, and it piqued her curiosity to learn more about his secrets.

"Gosh, Feng Yi, you're really something, huh? You even managed to encourage others. I must say, I'm beginning to see you in a new light. You're really..." Sheng Qiangwei wanted to compliment him, but the words just tasted weird coming out of her mouth. Maybe it was just her prideful nature, but after mumbling for a while, the only word she could come up with was 'hypocritical'.

Feng had just noticed the two of them, and he was puzzled. He really couldn't understand why this girl was always against him. Did she deliberately come here just to humiliate him?

"Weiwei, you can't keep picking on Feng Yi like this..." Emily said. She wasn't sure why, but she felt that Qiangwei was being unfair.

Feng Yi sighed coolly, saying proudly, "Don't worry, I won't be staying at the martial arts hall for long. If you're still hung up about the money I won, I'll pay you back some other day." No matter how down and out Feng Yi was, he would not stoop so low as to argue with a girl over matters so trivial.

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