Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 236 The Happiness of the Rich: So Fuckly Simple and Unpretentious

Ye Fan was immediately embarrassed.

She placed one palm lightly on his lower abdomen, while the other hand gently supported the outside of his knee.

But Huang Yixin seemed oblivious, continuing, "Now we'll begin the ab crunch exercise, the goal being to activate your core. Please place your hands behind your head, elbows out, and use your abdominal muscles to lift your upper body, keeping your lower back pressed against the chair throughout. 25 reps per set, 60 seconds rest between sets. Ready? Begin!"

"Okay." Even Ye Fan's old face felt a little hot at this moment, but he could only bite the bullet and begin.

Suppressing his embarrassment, he began doing crunches one by one, while Huang Yixin quietly counted for him and said rhythmically, indicating the breathing rhythm and so on.

"1...Pay attention to your breathing, exhale as you rise... inhale as you fall..."

"5...Slow down the movement and feel your abdominal muscles engage..."

"10...Good, hang in there..."

"13... Good luck~~" Her voice suddenly carried a hint of lightness that was barely perceptible.

"15...Great! Keep it up..."

Huang Yixin's voice was gentle, yet rhythmic.

Every number, every word of encouragement, tickled Ye Fan's tense nerves like a feather, and mixed with the strange sensation on the outside of his thigh, made his heartbeat somewhat disordered.

......

After finishing the first set, Ye Fan felt no pressure. After all, his strength had increased a lot since his rebirth. However, strangely, even without exercise, his muscles still ached all over.

Just as he was about to relax, Huang Yixin's hands covered his.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet carried an irresistible force, precisely pressing on his rectus abdominis muscle, following the direction of the muscle fibers, pushing and kneading from light to heavy pressure.

The technique was extremely professional, with just the right amount of force, instantly relieving the strange soreness and bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

"Mmm..." Ye Fan almost groaned in pleasure, cursing inwardly: Damn, this technique... no wonder they dare to charge such a high price! The happiness of the rich is so simple and unpretentious!

No wonder everyone wants to be rich.

After he finished five sets of crunches, Huang Yixin massaged him for a full five minutes before he stood up.

She walked to the top of Ye Fan's head, stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, and steadily straddled his head. Then she bent down and placed her hands on his abdomen again.

"Next, do supine leg raises to strengthen your lower abs. Keep your legs together and straight, raise them to a 45-degree angle, hold for 60 seconds, and feel the burning sensation deep in your abdomen. Do 5 sets as well," she explained.

Ye Fan did as instructed and forcefully lifted his legs, his abdominal muscles instantly tightening like an iron plate.

Huang Yixin applied slight pressure with both hands to help him maintain the angle and stability.

In this position, Ye Fan's face was almost pressed against her firm, flat stomach wrapped in her sweatpants. A unique fragrance, a blend of sports perfume and her own scent, lingered around his nose. It was a warm fragrance after the sweat evaporated, carrying an indescribable allure.

After holding on for a minute, Ye Fan put the child down heavily and let out a long breath.

The warm breath brushed against Huang Yixin's lower abdomen, and Ye Fan could even clearly see the fine downy hairs on her delicate skin swaying gently with the breath.

After one set, Huang Yixin's hand returned to his abdomen, her fingertips kneading the spasming muscles firmly: "Excellent! Good core control. Keep going for another set."

Her encouragement had a magical power.

At this moment, Ye Fan's mind was filled with the wise words of netizens in the video comment section of his previous life: No wonder I lacked motivation to work out, it turns out I was missing a "good" coach like this!

......

After finishing five sets of leg raises, Ye Fan felt as if his entire abdomen had been hollowed out, leaving him sore and weak.

"Sigh, I've gone a bit overboard with my exercise routine today."

Huang Yixin bent down, took out a tissue with a faint fragrance, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and temples: "Rest for five minutes, then we'll finish the last set, weighted push-ups, to comprehensively strengthen your chest, shoulders, and back."

"Good heavens." Ye Fan breathed slightly.

Huang Yixin brought over a bottle of chilled electrolyte water, unscrewed the cap, and held it to his lips. Ye Fan drank a few mouthfuls from her hand.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, and I felt much better.

She then brought over a clean towel, first handing it to Ye Fan to wipe his face and neck, and then naturally taking it to wipe away the obvious beads of sweat on his back and arms.

"Alright, time's up, let's begin!" Huang Yixin's voice rang out as the timer ended.

Ye Fan did as instructed, bending over and supporting herself on the yoga mat, adjusting her posture.

Just as he was about to press down, he felt a sinking sensation in his waist and hips. Huang Yixin spread her knees and knelt down on his lower back, gently supporting herself with her hands under his shoulder blades to maintain her balance.

"Keep your core engaged, back straight, and lower yourself down at a steady pace before pushing back up. I'll adjust the weight based on your strength," she explained, her voice right above his head.

Ye Fan could clearly see an alluring shape reflected in the full-length mirror on the side wall, behind her.

So-called weighted push-ups are actually the coach adjusting her own weight in real time based on her strength! In layman's terms, it's like sitting directly on his waist.

This personalized guidance is truly...remarkably effective, and it really tests one's willpower.

After doing push-ups, I did a set of weighted squats with Huang Yixin providing close protection.

Ye Fan squatted down and stood up while holding the heavy barbell, while Huang Yixin stayed close behind him, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist and back, ready to provide support and protection at any time. With each deep squat and rise, he could feel her body close to him and the transfer of her strength.

After a trial class, Ye Fan felt completely drained, but his spirits were unusually high.

In summary, it boils down to two words: extreme professionalism and extreme "comfort".

"This service is worth it, even if it were doubled, let alone 16,000!" Ye Fan exclaimed sincerely, lounging on the high-quality leather sofa in the corner of the studio, staring at the ceiling.

If every gym had this kind of "coach," wouldn't eight-pack abs become the national standard?

Huang Yixin knelt beside the sofa, holding a clean, hot towel in her hand, and carefully and gently wiped away the remaining sweat stains on the back of his neck and arms. Her movements were focused and gentle, as if she were treating a precious work of art.

The air was filled with the warm scent of exercise and the lingering aroma of cedar and bergamot.

Ye Fan closed his eyes to enjoy the service for a moment, when he suddenly felt that Huang Yixin's wiping motion seemed to pause for a moment.

He slightly opened his eyes, just in time to catch her gaze quickly shifting away, and a faint, almost imperceptible blush at the base of her ear, which vanished in an instant.

She quickly regained her professional demeanor, as if the strangeness she had just experienced was merely Ye Fan's imagination.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Ye?" She looked up, her smile still bright, but her eyes seemed a little deeper than before.

Ye Fan nodded, unscrewed the electrolyte water bottle, and took another sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat, relieving some of his fatigue.