March 23rd.
8:00 a.m.
Silly dog Bai Jin squatted nearby, watching Chen Yun exercise with vigorous movements.
Tongue lolling out, Bai Jin looked rather dazed.
Its ears lay softly on either side, perking up when it heard a strange noise or its master's voice, then drooping confusedly again, giving it a slow but attentive cute charm.
Its nose was moist and small, shiny black like lacquer, trembling gently with its breathing, adding a touch of childishness.
In front of it,
was a scene quite contrasting to its cuteness.
Chen Yun, on a not yet completely shattered wooden board, swung the battle drum's bronze hammer and a 300-kilogram barbell with abandon.
Each swishing sound carried endless power.
Every swish caught Bai Jin's curious attention, then it would tilt its head and gaze at Chen Yun.
For a moment, wildness and adorableness coexisted harmoniously in this scene.
Suddenly, Chen Yun noticed a car arriving downstairs.