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----------------------------------------------------Chapter 6: The Gym Battle
1,170 Words
Adam West High School was a public school, named after the mayor.
Although it was a public school, it had all the necessary facilities.
This wasn't because Americans were kind-hearted, but because of the mayor for whom the school was named.
In Chris's memory, this mysterious mayor always liked to spend taxpayer money on strange and unusual things.
Because of this, Chris's high school was built with many features not commonly found in public schools, such as a luxurious gymnasium.
Walking into the gym, a cool breeze washed over him.
Looking at the spacious facility and the wide variety of fitness equipment, Chris nodded in satisfaction. This was truly a great place to work out.
Especially the non-stop central air conditioning, which, with its powerful air purification function, ensured there was no smell of sweat.
He was already starting to like this mayor he had never met!
Just as Chris was observing his surroundings, deciding which part of his body to train first, a muscular, tall blond boy walked over.
"Hey, fatty! This is a gym, not your pigpen!"
Those insulting words instantly reached Chris's ears, accompanied by the harsh laughter of the people around them.
Although Chris himself didn't care about their ridicule, being bullied for no reason was not good for his future life!
After all, based on the information he had gathered online, the school environment in the United States was completely different from that in China.
Here, just being good at studying wasn't enough; you would only be bullied for being a nerd.
Only by joining various cliques, building an extensive network, and becoming well-known could one earn respect.
Otherwise, they would be ostracized and unable to access useful resources from the start.
More importantly, if you were seen as weak, everyone would bully you and treat you as the lowest of the low.
So even though Chris himself didn't much care about the boy's taunts, he still had to retaliate.
Otherwise, the people around him would immediately label him as "easy to bully," and then they would find all sorts of ways to cause him trouble.
Eventually, this might even spread throughout the school, letting everyone know that Chris Griffin, the meatball, was a coward who could be bullied at will.
In an instant, Chris had already considered the consequences of not fighting back.
What else was there to say? Just do it!
Chris lunged forward and, while the blond boy was still sneering, landed a left hook on his face.
With Chris's unusually strong physique, combined with the punch from his trained left arm, even a sandbag would have been sent flying.
As Chris expected, the blond boy flew straight to the side and crashed heavily onto the floor.
Fortunately, the gym floor was covered with a thick layer of shock-absorbing material, which allowed the man to breathe properly.
Even so, his right cheek immediately became red and swollen, and even visibly distorted.
Fortunately, this was America. This kind of behavior would be considered criminal in Chris's previous homeland, but here it was considered minor.
Especially since this person had spoken disrespectfully first, Chris had even less to worry about.
So Chris calmly walked towards where the blond boy had fallen. The surrounding people, seeing Chris approach, all took a few steps back, as if seeing some kind of monster.
Chris chuckled lightly, squatted down to check on the blond boy, and seeing that he was not in serious danger, said calmly, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks like someone is really turning into a pig's head! I wonder, you pig, if you can even change back?"
"Heh!"
The blond boy, lying face down, moved his mouth, seemingly trying to say something, but his swollen cheek clearly prevented him from speaking normally.
So Chris ignored his garbled words and looked at the group of people wearing the same basketball uniforms as the kid.
"Hey! You guys carry this guy to the school nurse's office. I don't want to work out where there's blood on the floor!"
After saying this, Chris stood up and walked towards the bench press area without looking back.
After that punch, Chris was very curious about his current strength level, wondering if he possessed an 800-kilogram punching power.
As the intimidating figure disappeared into the distance, the basketball players quickly helped the blond boy up and rushed to the nurse's office.
If they were late, their teammate might really be disfigured.
When Chris walked into the bench press area, apart from a few people near the door who were paying attention to him, the further he went, the fewer people noticed him.
After all, the entire gym was nearly a thousand square meters, and there were at least a hundred people here now.
Aside from the people resting at the entrance who noticed, most people were focused on their workouts and didn't have time to care about other things.
Besides, the whole process, from the person mocking Chris to Chris knocking him out, took only a few dozen seconds.
That made it even harder to attract the attention of everyone in the gym.
Therefore, among all the people involved, only about twenty or thirty people noticed the incident, and only about ten people from the basketball team knew exactly what happened.
So when Chris lay down on the bench press, two well-intentioned people came over to help him.
A black man doing bicep curls saw Chris preparing to bench press, immediately put down his dumbbells, and walked over.
But when he saw the weight Chris was benching, he couldn't help but say:
"Hey, brother! I'm not looking down on you, but if you're challenging 180 kilograms right from the start, I'm not confident I can handle spotting you!"
At this point, a guy who had witnessed Chris knock someone out with one punch said, "Whoa, man! You didn't see what this guy can do, or you wouldn't be so doubtful! But just to be safe, I'll help you."
As he spoke, the person looked at Chris, seemingly asking for his opinion.
Chris had no objection. Although he was confident that 180 kilograms was not his limit, it was always good to have help.
Besides, one of them seemed to be a loyal fan, so he couldn't let them down.
After the two got into position, Chris took a deep breath, then simultaneously tensed his chest and arm muscles.
The 180-kilogram barbell was easily lifted. Chris repeated this several times before finally returning the barbell to its original position.
At this point, Chris's young fan looked at the stunned black man and said, "Hey, brother! I told you so! Isn't my boss amazing?!"
Then, the person tried to strike up a conversation with Chris, but when he turned around, he saw Chris continuing to add plates to the barbell, even directly adding 20-kilogram plates.
Even he, after seeing Chris knock someone out with one punch, hesitated. After all, who would add an extra 40 kilograms of weight?