"Ai Mi, does the calorie counting system in the gym also work on other people?"
I'm a person who exercises a lot, but I've never paid attention to my calorie consumption, so I was curious.
"It works on other people." Ai Mi looked up at the three triangular cameras on the ceiling, "These cameras can perform motion analysis. As long as you do a lot of exercise in the gym, they will focus on you, but it won't enter my calorie count …"
Since I couldn't help Ai Mi in exchange for coke, she explained it to me without much interest and threw herself on the sofa to rest.
"If that's the case." I got playful, "Let me play a round of table tennis with the robot! I haven't played table tennis in a long time! Let's see how many calories I'll consume! "
Although I have a viral heart disease, I don't think table tennis can be considered a strenuous exercise when the robot is deliberately letting the ball go. Also, I wanted to know how precise my control over my body's movements was and if I could quantify it using calorie consumption.
The results were surprising.
The robot and I carried out 50 rounds of offense and defense without letting the ping pong ball hit the ground (mainly because it played well). This already exceeded the number of rounds that Ai Mi trained, but the calorie consumption was actually 1/3 less than Ai Mi's.
"Is there something wrong with this stupid machine!?" Ai Mi was in disbelief, "The manservant's body is a lot heavier than mine, so it should consume more calories to move! How could it be less than me? "
A smile appeared on my lips — — this is the credit of Yin Yang Sanshou and my heart disease.
My viral heart disease made me cautious in my daily life, but it also became a 'judgment indicator' for me to conserve energy. When I had to use the most reasonable and labor-saving method to complete my daily movements, I naturally used the 'Hua Jin' technique of Yin Yang Sanshou and it almost became my conditioned reflex.
There is a perfect path to move your arm from point A to point B. Although my eyes can't see the path, my body can feel it. Every time I move, I use my muscles in the most reasonable way to reduce calorie consumption. Many a little makes a mickle, so the total calorie consumption is obviously less than Ai Mi's.
Ai Mi was a layman in martial arts, so of course she couldn't see through it. She could only suspect that the machine was faulty, but Xiao Qin didn't care.
"The martial arts grandpa taught you are getting better and better."
"So this is martial arts?" Ai Mi grabbed one end of the towel with one hand and hung her hands in the air to tighten her neck. "What's the use of this kind of martial arts? Can cultivators do more farm work and eat less? North Korea should promote this martial art … "
It was said that in order to cope with the famine, North Korea had once tried to train all of its citizens in Yin Yang Sanshou. For example, the whole nation improved their cooking methods, using a more "scientific" method to cook corn, making the corn more appetizing. Some scientists even invented special noodles that could effectively reduce hunger.
However, I'd better not bring up these kinds of words that would easily anger the leader of the HHH Enthusiasts Association.
"My family's martial arts aren't taught to outsiders." Xiao Qin explained to Ai Mi, "But Ye Lin classmate is an exception. I'm afraid his Yin Yang Sanshou is already better than mine."
Xiao Qin wasn't trying to flatter me. In terms of Hua Jin, I've already surpassed Xiao Qin because I've always used it in my daily life. It's already fused into my blood and instinct.
It's just that Xiao Qin doesn't know I have a heart disease and I can't casually use Fa Jin, otherwise my life would be in danger. She deduced that my Hua Jin and Fa Jin levels were similar, so she came to the conclusion that I had already surpassed her.
In reality, I only surpassed her in Hua Jin. In terms of Fa Jin, I didn't make any progress. Compared to Xiao Qin, who used Fa Jin to greatly increase her attack power (such as tearing down a bamboo forest), I was still at the beginner level.
However, the power of the attack itself was already very strong. The first time I used it, I almost killed Tie Xian. The current me didn't really need this kind of killing weapon.
After I finished sparring with the robot, I didn't feel any discomfort. At this time, Xiao Qin curiously took the table tennis racket from my hands and wanted to try a match.
Sure enough, Xiao Qin looked very impressive when she moved.
From time to time, a confident smile would appear on the corner of her mouth, and her clean footwork made Xiao Qin look like a professional table tennis player.
We also played 50 rounds with the robot, but Xiao Qin's calorie consumption was the same as mine.
But because she was smaller than me, she lost to me in terms of reasonable muscle utilization, which was the level of "Hua Jin".
"Ye Lin classmate is amazing." Xiao Qin said while panting, "You're able to reach such a high level of Yin Yang Sanshou in such a short time, you might even be a martial arts genius."
"Of course my manservant isn't a normal person." Ai Mi crossed her arms in front of her chest and had a matter-of-fact expression. She just said this martial arts was useless.
Actually, Xiao Qin's Hua Jin wasn't that different from mine, but she wanted to play beautifully in front of me, so she used up extra stamina.
Only Xiao Qin is worthy of being called a martial arts genius. My rapid progress in Yin Yang Sanshou was only a blessing in disguise after I contracted a viral heart disease.
While Xiao Qin was playing, Ai Mi told me to bring her a popsicle from the fridge. I opened the fridge and found that all the popsicles inside were specially made with pure fruit juice, the kind without sugar or fat.
I think my sister's method of eating popsicles is terrible.
She opened her lips and held the tip of the popsicle, but she didn't bite it off. Instead, she used the temperature in her mouth to slowly melt the popsicle. From time to time, she would put the popsicle in, pull it out, and then lick it with her tongue …
"What are you looking at?" Ai Mi scolded me when she saw my strange expression, "Have you never seen someone eat popsicles before?"
"No." I said awkwardly, "Can't you be more civilized when eating popsicles?"
"How am I uncivilized?" Ai Mi mumbled with the popsicle in her mouth, "There's a saying on the internet: perverts see perverts. Damn manservant, you must have impure thoughts about me, that's why you think it's uncivilized for me to eat popsicles. "
That's right, maybe I was overthinking it. Ai Mi might be used to eating popsicles like that. I remember when I was in elementary school, a lot of my male classmates also ate like that.
I comforted myself and closed my eyes to stop looking at Ai Mi's actions. Ai Mi moved closer to my ear and whispered: "Brother, do you want me to lick it too?"
"Wha, what?" I blushed and said anxiously, "How can you say something so shameless! We're siblings! "
"Huh? Brother, what are you thinking? " Ai Mi raised one eyebrow high and one eyebrow low. Her blue eyes were filled with pride and disdain. She handed over the popsicle in her hand. "I just wanted to ask if you want to lick this popsicle, that's all. Could it be that you were expecting something else? "
"I, I wasn't expecting anything." I stood up from the sofa after being teased, "What do you mean by giving me a popsicle that you've already licked? It's so unhygienic. "
"What? A mere manservant dares to complain that his master is unhygienic? " Ai Mi said angrily, "Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you be like a dog that got a bone and happily accept it while wagging your tail?"
"You're the one with a tail."
"The manservant's tail grows in the front." Ai Mi said with a deadpan expression that I couldn't respond to.
When you say 'wagging your tail', do you mean the tail in the front? Don't implant terrible fantasies in my head.
"Sit down, I have something to tell you." Ai Mi suddenly became serious and patted the cushion on her left.
I sat down and wondered what my sister wanted to tell me.
"Brother, how did you do it?"
After we got closer, we only needed to speak in a low volume. Ai Mi also changed the way she called me brother, she wasn't afraid of the trouble of changing it.
"How did I do what?"
"It's … how did you make mom change her mind?"
I blurted out in surprise: "Is she really going to arrange for you to retire from the entertainment industry?"
"Not yet." Ai Mi shook her head, "There are some signs, but it's not enough — — but I managed to keep my first night."
"What?" I had a hard time accepting Ai Mi's casual mention of that word.
"Tsk, did you forget?" Ai Mi threw me a look of disdain, "Didn't mom plan to give my first night to a senator who had a chance to run for the US president?"
Of course I remembered that, and that perverted senator was also a fan of S&M. The cruel fate that Ai Mi was about to face was one of the main reasons why I decided to fight for custody with Ai ShuQiao.
Then, Ai Mi licked the popsicle with a seductive expression. After she kept me in suspense, she said happily:
"Haha, that guy frequented the brothel and beat up the prostitutes. Mom sent the information to the tabloid reporter, and then he became famous on Facebook! His political future is ruined, it'll be hard for him to become a lawyer. "
"Why would Ai ShuQiao do something like that?" I couldn't help but ask.
"That's what I wanted to ask." Ai Mi shrugged, "There's no evidence that my mom sent the information to the reporters, but I'm guessing it was my mom. If my mom wanted to protect that senator, then even if something like that happened, she would have used some methods to suppress it …"
Ai Mi's guess was correct. A senator that Ai ShuQiao was willing to use her daughter's first night to bribe must have a good political future. But now that she easily destroyed his political future, it could only mean that Ai ShuQiao has a stronger weapon.
What is it? Does this weapon have something to do with my blood? In comparison, a powerful weapon that even the "future president of the US" would give up is really creepy.
Since that perverted councilor was completely defeated, the Sword of Damocles hanging over Ai Mi's head disappeared. Ai Mi felt a lot more relaxed, and she could focus on training her body and use her points to exchange for cola or chips.
I didn't tell Ai Mi that it was because I regularly donated blood to Ai ShuQiao, because then I would have to tell her that I have a viral heart disease.
I feel like my blood is being used for some terrifying purpose …
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