Show off a bit by carrying the girl.

“Terminal nerves of the coccyx?”
“Is that the piece of bone at the base of the buttocks?”
Chen Jue was momentarily stunned, then tried contracting his perineum a few more times, realizing that he had indeed grown much more adept at these pelvic floor exercises.
Not only could he control the motions at will, but the numbness he used to feel after sitting for long periods had noticeably diminished.
Most importantly, his awareness of the sensation around his buttocks had become incredibly sharp!
It was a wondrous feeling!
Like in a competitive video game, when the entire map is shrouded in fog of war, but suddenly a ward is placed near the coccyx, clearing the vision in that area.
Though faint, the sensation was undeniably real.
Chen Jue had yet to figure out its specific purpose, as he hadn’t systematically studied anatomy or medical knowledge.
It was time to clock out, and he had plans to go out for dinner and activities with colleagues, so lingering at his desk to look up information wasn’t practical; he had to shelve this little mystery for now.
The panel had already given positive feedback: continuing to practice “Horse Stance” and “Perineum contraction” would help improve his lumbar disc herniation and hemorrhoids, and that was enough for now.
…
At quitting time, the members of Group Five each drove to a nearby Western-style restaurant.
The private room had been booked the day before, and they were promptly served a whole roasted lamb and a spread of Western regional dishes.
The cuisine was rustic, but the ingredients were fresh, air-shipped locally, with no trace of gaminess.
Team leader Li Mo ordered a local wine, and everyone raised their glasses to welcome Chen Jue, the newcomer.
Chen Jue didn’t put on airs; after a week he was already familiar with everyone, and the atmosphere was lively as they ate and chatted.
After the meal, they continued their night at a large arcade in the mall.
Most of these risk control guys were technical homebodies, unlike the market or sales departments filled with social butterflies; they, like Chen Jue, weren’t adept at socializing and disliked noisy venues like KTVs or bars.
Playing arcade games, on the other hand, strengthened their camaraderie.
Around ten o’clock, the group dispersed.
Checking the AA payment posted in the group chat, the cost per person was just over three hundred—quite a bargain for such a high-consumption city as Hangzhou.
…
He called a designated driver and returned to his apartment. It was nearly eleven o’clock.
After washing up to rid himself of the smell of alcohol, he applied ointment to his left hand and went to bed.
The next morning, the clouds had finally parted, and the blue sky hinted at sunrise.
A crisp autumn breeze slipped through the window, clearing Chen Jue’s mind.
It was not yet six; though he’d slept less than usual, his spirits were high, and he felt no trace of drowsiness.
Even the soreness in his left hand had greatly diminished.
Instinctively, he checked his panel—sure enough, a “Deep Sleep” notification had triggered during the night.
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【Ding~】
【Under the stimulation of alcohol, your blood circulation slightly accelerated, and your central nervous system experienced mild numbness. Your sleep quality improved and you completed a proper deep sleep.】
【Constitution attribute +0.01】
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“Is there really such a benefit to drinking?”
Chen Jue glanced at the panel’s log, surprised that last night’s dinner had yielded such an unexpected gain.
Recalling further, his grandfather used to enjoy a drink with meals, claiming it promoted blood flow, stimulated appetite, and deepened sleep.
Chen Jue himself only smoked, rarely drank—just an occasional sip at unavoidable social gatherings.
But seeing this panel prompt, he wondered if he might cultivate a habit of moderate drinking at dinner.
If he could leverage this mild tipsiness to enter “Deep Sleep” more often, it would do wonders for his health.
“It’s a pity I know nothing about alcohol.”
“If only Grandpa were still alive!”
Chen Jue sighed inwardly, planning to revisit that Western restaurant sometime.
Their wine was supposedly homemade, transported by truck from the Western regions to Hangzhou, and tasted distinctly different from commercial reds.
Perhaps it was the quality of the wine—he managed to achieve that delicate, non-headache intoxication, triggering “Deep Sleep.”

…

Taking advantage of his morning energy, Chen Jue washed up and went to the rooftop to continue his eye exercises.
His nearsightedness was currently the area most improved thanks to the panel.
After consistent practice, his vision had improved by nearly 150 degrees, and he’d already eliminated one of the four pairs of glasses he used.
At this rate, he estimated that two more months of practice would let him discard glasses entirely.
Half an hour of red light therapy and eye exercises later, his constitution attribute increased by another 0.01. A warm sensation lingered around his eyes, and his vision was much clearer.
“Hangzhou’s autumn is usually dry.”
“I should be able to ditch my glasses before New Year’s!” Chen Jue felt a surge of anticipation.
…
After finishing his eye training, Chen Jue went downstairs to his car, grabbed a bag, and packed all the props for his video shoots.
It was Saturday, with plenty of free time, and the good weather was perfect for filming the next episode of “Skill Master.”
As for the content, he’d brainstormed some preliminary ideas over the past two days.
Bag in hand, he entered the park through the main gate and found Wu Fang and the old man had already arrived. He went up with a cheerful greeting.
It had rained for days, so he hadn’t seen them; today Wu Fang wore a crisp white training outfit, her ponytail tied with a red ribbon, neat and energetic.
A sheen of sweat glistened on her cheeks in the morning sunlight, giving her a radiant, healthy look.
“Wonderful!” Chen Jue admired Wu Fang’s aura and looks, feeling proud of his discerning choices.
A girl who could get up early to train on a Saturday morning was a rare species these days!
…
He didn’t linger—staying too long would only annoy people.
After greeting them, Chen Jue headed deeper into the park to join the Tai Chi class and grind his attributes.
He hadn’t seen Master Zhao Jianguo in days, but the teacher was as calm as ever, leading a group of elderly trainees in leisurely Tai Chi.
Chen Jue dropped off his backpack and joined the team.
Today, as he practiced Tai Chi, he found his coccyx more sensitive than before—especially during the thirteen stances, where the contraction and relaxation of the perineum seemed to train the coccyx as well, causing his entire body’s pores to contract rhythmically with goosebumps.
It was as if he’d unlocked a new secret; the proficiency for “Tai Chi Thirteen Stances” soared by +5, +10.
Soon, a panel prompt appeared!
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【Ding~】
【Proficiency reached 100%, skill level increased.】
【Tai Chi Thirteen Stances Lv0 → Lv1】
【Frequent practice has deepened your impression of these health stances; you’ll no longer feel awkward during practice. You’re beginning to grasp the essence of stance training; your metabolism has improved, constitution slightly increased, and stamina is more abundant.】
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“The stance skill leveled up?”
Chen Jue paused, savoring the peculiar sensation of his pores contracting and tightening.
He realized the secret to stance practice lay in his coccyx, intricately linked with his perineum contraction skill.
Previously, practicing stances for over an hour would only occasionally trigger goosebumps on his hands or thighs.
Now, the goosebumps spread to his waist and back, with increased frequency.
“I’ll look up some info when I get home,” Chen Jue mused.
Last night’s social gathering had interrupted his learning; with a free Saturday, he had plenty of time to dive deeper.
He practiced with Zhao Jianguo until 8:30; three Tai Chi skills leveled up to Lv1.
However, his constitution attribute did not increase further, but he gained 0.02 free attribute points, which he allocated to constitution.
His left hand injury wasn’t fully healed, but adding those points alleviated most of the residual pain.
Chen Jue guessed another night’s rest would let him use his left hand normally again.
…
After Tai Chi, he grabbed breakfast at a stall by the park gate.
After nine o’clock, he slipped back into the park’s depths, found a secluded spot, and prepared to film episode three of “Skill Master.”

…

Setting up his tripod and adjusting the angle, a familiar figure approached from the lakeside.
Wu Fang had changed into casual clothes, carrying several thick books, seemingly looking for a quiet spot to read.
She lived in a nearby upscale community, so coming and going was easy.
Seeing Chen Jue fiddling with equipment, she approached out of curiosity.
“Master Chen, you’re still here?”
“So… are you filming a video?” Wu Fang asked, her eyes bright and curious.
“I’m just making some videos for a side gig,”
Chen Jue replied openly, sizing her up.
He thought Wu Fang looked even lovelier in casual attire.
Her ponytail had become a bun, with clear glasses perched on her nose, a pale pink sweatshirt above, and fitted jeans below—a mix of styles, but her graceful figure was perfectly outlined.
Wu Fang’s looks and aura were about an eight—not a top-tier beauty, but with those jeans and glasses, she seemed to have activated an office lady buff, able to draw every lecher’s gaze.
“No wonder she’s a teacher!”
“Teachers are the best!” Chen Jue marveled.
Wu Fang, meanwhile, was intrigued by Chen Jue’s side gig as a video creator.
Seeing his array of filming props, she peppered him with curious questions.
Chen Jue recognized this as his moment to shine!
He didn’t hide anything, showing Wu Fang his “Skill Master” account and letting her watch his previous two videos.
The long-distance dart throwing was unimpressive—Wu Fang had already seen Chen Jue take down a dog with a dart, so she wasn’t surprised.
But the stone-skipping video made her smile in delight.
Stone-skipping was so obscure that most people never realized it could be played with such flair!
“So what are you filming this time?” Wu Fang asked, pulling out her phone to follow him on Bilibili and TikTok on the spot.
She was a young woman, accustomed to browsing short videos online.
Discovering that Chen Jue’s hidden identity was a video creator piqued her curiosity even more.
“This time I plan to film a combined dart and playing card video.”
“Just came up with the idea—would’ve been tough to film alone. Since you’re here, could you help me with the phone camera?” Chen Jue smiled, handing her the tripod and phone.
Wu Fang, curious, gladly assisted.
Filming wasn’t difficult; as a PE teacher, she often recorded videos for students during competitions or sports meets.
In today’s visual era, women’s photo and video skills often far surpass men’s.
She glanced at Chen Jue’s camera settings—he hadn’t adjusted anything, which explained the rough quality of his previous videos.
Wu Fang, being helpful, tapped a few times and instantly gave the recording a cinematic filter.
Standing at a distance, Chen Jue signaled “OK” to her and donned the Skill Master’s ancient mask.
He drew a deck of old playing cards leftover from yesterday’s dart practice, shuffling them like an accordion to show off his newly learned card handling skills.
“What’s he planning?”
“Some gambling trick?”
Wu Fang was momentarily puzzled, watching the cards dance in his hands—she recalled scenes from old Hong Kong movies.
The so-called God of Gamblers, Gambler Knight, and Gambling Saint always loved flashy card shuffling tricks.
To her surprise, after showing off his card shuffling, Chen Jue tossed the deck skyward.
The multicolored cards scattered like a goddess scattering flowers.
In the next instant, Chen Jue flicked his right hand, launching two short darts in rapid succession, pinning two falling cards to a nearby tree.
He waved to the camera, and Wu Fang, still amazed at the incredible speed of his dart throws, hurried over with the tripod for a close-up.
Looking closely, Wu Fang was stunned!
The two short darts, placed closely together, had pierced the red and black Joker cards—the two wild cards!