Chapter 444: Gym Fiasco. Swords Drawn, Words Sharpened

Wang Yun nearly laughed aloud.

That was a personal attack?

Who told this supervisor to keep droning on with that tiresome introduction?

He didn’t have much time to spare in the first place, why waste it on self-important people?

Without sparing Xiaoyong another glance, Wang Yun stepped onto the treadmill and bumped the speed up to eight.

Speed eight was about ten kilometers per hour.

A serious pace. It took real lung capacity and stamina to maintain it.

Xiaoyong frowned the moment he saw Wang Yun completely ignore him.

Off to the side, Supervisor Zhang tugged lightly on his sleeve, signaling him to let it go.

After all, Wang Yun was a resident of the complex. The gym staff, including trainers like them, were all paid through property management fees. And those were no joke—each household paid nearly 100,000 yuan a year.

Working here wasn’t just a cushy job, it was a golden rice bowl.

“I’m fine, Supervisor Zhang. Go on. I just want to have a word with Mr. Wang,” Xiaoyong said with a smile, signaling he had it under control.

Wang Yun, meanwhile, was focused entirely on his run. He’d felt a bit bloated the past two days, probably from drinking too much.

As he thought this, he cranked the speed up to ten.

Immediately, his legs began pumping fast, each step sharp and powerful.

His vision started to blur slightly with motion. Pores opened. Heat surged from deep within his core.

‘That’s it. That’s the feeling.’

Thump-thump-thump-thump!

His pounding footsteps echoed throughout the gym.

A few nearby residents looked over in surprise.

Even the coaches lounging in the break room heard the sudden commotion and poked their heads out.

“Who is that? Speed ten?”

“Damn, he’s flying!”

When the trainers saw Wang Yun tearing across the treadmill, their eyes widened. They instinctively sucked in a cold breath.

The other gymgoers were equally stunned.

“Brother, I don’t care how fit you are, running like that’ll wreck your knees. You’ll crash in under three minutes, mark my words. Your breathing will fall out of sync with your stride.”

Xiaoyong stepped forward, smirking.

He saw everyone’s attention on him, so he spoke a little louder.

There were maybe a dozen members in the gym right now, and all of them turned to look.

Wang Yun, however, didn’t react. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, legs a blur, like twin windfire wheels spinning beneath him.

“I’m saying this for your own good, man,” Xiaoyong added, voice laced with false concern.

When Wang Yun still didn’t respond, he turned and gave Supervisor Zhang a shrug that said: Hey, I tried.

Beep!

Just then, Wang Yun pressed the pause button.

The machine slowed to a stop.

“Can’t keep it up, huh? Told you, exercise should be gradual. I won’t argue if you think I’m unprofessional, but the way you’re doing things isn’t good for your body.” Xiaoyong chuckled, smug.

His expression said it all: Called it.

“Yong, go handle something else,” Supervisor Zhang cut in quickly, sensing the tension rising. “Mr. Wang probably has his own training plan, he knows his limits. And you lot, don’t just stand there! Go help the other members.”

Zhang’s heart skipped a beat. He’d seen Wang Yun press the stop button, and Xiaoyong was still flapping his mouth.

‘This guy is really pushing it today…’

Wang Yun slowly turned around.

He’d noticed everyone staring while he ran, but the buzz was louder than expected. Like they’d never seen anyone work out before.

And this Xiao Yong? He’d already been given a chance.

Didn’t appreciate it.

“Xiaoyong, is it?”

Wang Yun’s face was flushed, but his tone was even.

He’d only been running for four minutes, not even long enough to properly warm up, before being interrupted.

A slow-burning fire was rising in his chest.

“Yes, Mr. Wang?” Xiaoyong replied, not the least bit intimidated.

Still smiling.

“I’m just going to say it, you’re not a professional. At least, not in my eyes. You wanted to prove yourself, right? Fine.”

Wang Yun stepped off the treadmill, wiping the sweat from his brow, a faint smile on his face.

Xiao Yong was slightly taller.

But in terms of presence, Wang Yun had him crushed.

Xiaoyong’s composure slipped. He wasn’t expecting to be called out, especially not in front of everyone.

“Heh. Mr. Wang, even if I’m not professional, I’m still more qualified than you. Jumping straight to speed ten without warming up? That’s reckless. Everything I said just now was for your own good. If it sounded harsh, well, that’s part of being a responsible trainer.”

Xiaoyong wasn’t backing down.

“Xiaoyong! What the hell are you saying?!”

Supervisor Zhang rushed over, eyes darting between the two men.

The air was thick, like swords drawn and clashing midair.

What was with everyone today? Like they’d all eaten gunpowder for breakfast.

“Mr. Wang, please, go on with your training. Xiaoyong, you go do something else! Didn’t you say Sister Mei was dropping by? Go meet her at the door!”