C21 Yang Cheng's Thoughts

Qin Anyi awoke promptly at five in the morning, unexpectedly free from any soreness or discomfort—a stark contrast to the previous day's rigorous training. It was as if it had never happened, yet Qin could distinctly sense his muscles had firmed up.

This was something he couldn't fool himself about.

Oddly enough, a casual game of basketball used to leave him aching for days