Chapter 20: Muscular Hunk
The kitchen was quiet for a moment. Wen Ling let go of Cheng Ge, clutched Cheng Ge’s clothes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek, smiling somewhat slyly: “Okay.”
[Conquest Value 66%]
Cheng Ge’s eyes widened unconsciously: “!?”
What is this little lunatic doing now?
What is this?
…But no matter what, this matter was considered turned over, only Wen Ling, that guy, never took any actual action.
Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Besides that, clinging to Cheng Ge, watching him cook and study.
Even when painting, he had to be by Cheng Ge’s side.
Cheng Ge was annoyed by the clinging, mainly because Wen Ling’s paintings were too eerie; he got goosebumps whenever he accidentally saw them.
Having no choice, he asked Wen Ling: “Don’t you need inspiration for painting? Will staying in one place all the time make you unable to paint?”
“No, the ideas are all in my brain.” Wen Ling answered like this.
Cheng Ge couldn’t help clicking his tongue in his heart, wondering what exactly was packed in the little lunatic’s little head.
“Do you like painting?”
“Like it.” Wen Ling answered without hesitation.
“Why?”
Wen Ling thought for a moment and said: “Can express my thoughts without speaking.”
Wen Ling’s thoughts? The paintings were red and black; it was hard not to associate them with bloody scenes.
“Do you want to try painting with lighter colors? For example, green, blue, or yellow?”
“I have some.” Wen Ling swiped a few times on the tablet, found a folder, opened it, and placed it on Cheng Ge’s knees for him to see.
The paintings were all in light, pale colors. Cheng Ge thought paintings with such colors would be gentle and full of vitality, giving people a sunny and warm feeling. But the few Wen Ling showed him all gave a feeling of melancholy and sadness.
Only the last one, not very refined, probably unfinished, but judging from the use and blending of tones, the thoughts contained within should be positive.
“They all look good, but this one looks the best.” Cheng Ge pointed at the last one.
Wen Ling took back the tablet: “But this one isn’t finished.”
“So what if it’s not finished?” Cheng Ge slumped onto the sofa behind him: “Unfinished can also be the best.”
“Imperfect can also be the best.”
Wen Ling was quiet for a moment, nodding thoughtfully at Cheng Ge.
[Concept change successful, Points +1.]
Cheng Ge looked at Wen Ling’s side profile, a bit surprised and also somewhat pleasantly surprised. He leaned over and asked curiously: “Did you really listen?”
He actually just said his opinion casually, letting Wen Ling listen casually. He didn’t expect this little guy to actually listen.
Wen Ling can actually understand human language?
“Mn.” Wen Ling’s smile was faint.
This gave Cheng Ge an inexplicable sense of gratification and achievement, like raising a child from not being able to speak to babbling a couple of sentences, making one’s heart itch.
This also made Cheng Ge determine to make Wen Ling exercise.
Heavens, if Wen Ling turned from a tiny weak chicken into a fitness expert or a muscular hunk, just thinking about it gives a sense of achievement.
Moreover, because Wen Ling ate very well during this period and his sleep quality also improved, his little face wasn’t so pale, his lip color deepened a bit, and a little bit of flesh could be seen on his face when he smiled.
Cheng Ge felt he looked much better than that original sickly appearance.
Exercise more, body gets better, then he will definitely look even better. By the time he leaves, Wen Ling will be raised to look presentable by him. That would be quite nice.
Cheng Ge thought happily, completely failing to consider that Wen Ling was truly a noob in terms of sports.
The noob of noobs.
Asked him to climb stairs back and forth twice, and he said he was tired, couldn’t climb, refused to climb. Sit-ups holding his head, he could only do seven or eight; without holding his head, only about twenty. Push-ups were even trashier, could only do five. Skipping rope, mother, tripping every two jumps…
Those exercises that were just warm-ups in Cheng Ge’s eyes were like taking Wen Ling’s life.
In short, couldn’t find a single exercise suitable for Wen Ling.
Yet Wen Ling was very indifferent. If he was tired and didn’t want to do it, he absolutely wouldn’t continue.
At first, Cheng Ge used goading, which was a method often used by his PE teacher.
“Can you do it or not?” “What’s the use of growing so tall?” “Little noob.” Although knowing it was goading, sports students generally had strong competitiveness, so they would put in more effort, stimulating their potential, belonging to the type who get braver with every setback.
But Wen Ling wasn’t like that. When Cheng Ge called him “Little noob,” he really felt he was a little noob. The more setbacks, the more he failed, and he even felt Cheng Ge was scolding him, dropping the conquest value by 0.5.
Then Cheng Ge thought educational methods should vary from person to person, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. So he used encouragement education.
Wen Ling did two sit-ups holding his head. Cheng Ge praised him “So great.” As a result, Wen Ling felt he was really already very great, smiled foolishly at Cheng Ge, and stopped doing them…
Cheng Ge changed the way of praising. Wen Ling climbed two flights of stairs. Cheng Ge encouraged him: “Climb two more times, you can do it!”
But Wen Ling didn’t even think and said directly: “I can’t.” Then he climbed onto Cheng Ge’s back, ordering Cheng Ge to carry him down, like a dog skin plaster that couldn’t be shaken off no matter what.
Cheng Ge was almost laughed into anger. Is Wen Ling a man or not!? Saying he can’t. If anyone dared say Cheng Ge couldn’t, he would definitely summon all his potential to prove he was especially capable.
Then rub that person on the ground!
Finally, the two collapsed on the sofa, both quite tired.
Cheng Ge reflected again and again, thinking: Is my requirement for Wen Ling too high?
He hung out with sports students all year round. The exercise volume of people around him was three or four times that of ordinary people, let alone compared with Wen Ling, this shut-in.
It should be gradual. Then let’s start practicing from the simplest and very effective plank.
As a result, Wen Ling, that guy, couldn’t hold it for forty seconds—fine. But he either collapsed his waist or stuck his butt up. That would hurt the waist, but no matter how Cheng Ge corrected him, Wen Ling refused to change it back.
Cheng Ge was about to give up, helplessly issuing a request for outside help: [001, help me think of a way.]
001: [0.3 points]
Cheng Ge wanted to beat and scold the capitalist but also understood there was no free lunch in the world. After pondering for a moment: [Exchange.]
[The Host can think if there are any special methods, like how the Host trained with classmates in the original world, and can turn rewards or punishments into substantial things.]
Cheng Ge recalled seriously. He didn’t talk much when training with classmates, but he saw other sports students seemed to scold each other “noob” and despise each other.
Substantial rewards… Buy breakfast?
But usually, he made breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Punish Wen Ling to cook?
No, no. Cheng Ge immediately dismissed this idea. Whether it tastes good or not is another matter; don’t blow up the kitchen.
Thinking and thinking, Cheng Ge suddenly realized some previous experience. Punishment should be something Wen Ling dislikes, and reward should be something he likes.
What does Wen Ling dislike? Dislikes him being perfunctory, dislikes him not hugging him to sleep, dislikes no kisses.
Then what does he like? Likes, uh… unsuitable for children, prohibited, prohibited.
Better not think about it. Let Wen Ling think for himself. What he wants counts as a reward.
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