2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The gym on the third floor of the Special Branch Bureau.

"You're too bad, aren't you?" Li Qingke stood beside him, holding a tablet in his arms and staring.

Not far in front of her, Yan Muyun was wearing a special tight-fitting training suit, lying flat on the bench, holding a 10kg dumbbell in both hands, doing incline presses with great difficulty, and his face was almost red.

"10kg, 10 pieces, it won't work?" Li Qingke complained in disbelief while looking at the data on the tablet in his hand.

Yan Muyun let go of his hands and hit the two dumbbells on the floor cushion. Then he sat up and wiped his sweat.

"For beginners, it's pretty good." Behind him, a sturdy man of about 27 or 28 stood there with his arms crossed and spoke to smooth things over.

The man's name was Zhang Lan, and he was also the commissioner of Team A. Li Qingke specially called him to help train Yan Muyun.

He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a very gentle face. The light blue stubble around his mouth adds a bit of wild and casual flavor, and his strong body is second only to the captain Wei Jun.

"But I'm not considered a beginner anymore." Yan Muyun shook his head, seeming quite discouraged: "I used to go to the gym frequently, and I always used 25kg or more for dumbbell presses."

"Before? How long ago?"

"Thirty years ago."

Li Qingke almost laughed out of anger, and Zhang Lan also shook his head in amusement: "Although the life-support device can help you maintain the basic functions of the body, the degeneration of your muscles and bones is inevitable. Come on and train. , you will be able to return to your previous state sooner or later."

At this moment, a tall and thin figure walked by, took the 30kg dumbbell from the rack, lay down on the chair next to Yan Muyun, and started doing it with the same movements.

Li Qingke frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Go aside and don't disturb us."

After doing twenty reps in a row, Luo Binghan put down the dumbbells in his hands, sat up and said angrily: "Why did I bother you? I just want to keep fit?"

Li Qingke raised the tablet in his hand and raised his eyebrows, wanting to scream, but Li Muyun was the first to speak: "It doesn't matter, in the public area, of course Mr. Luo can practice wherever he wants. And with him motivating me, I am more motivated." Motivated."

Zhang Lan looked at his back, smiled thoughtfully, and then said: "You have rested enough, let's continue. After you finish this action, there is still a lot of training waiting for you."

"Okay." Yan Muyun responded, leaned over and picked up two 10kg dumbbells, and lay down on the chair again.

...

After experiencing nearly three hours of torture, Yan Muyun, who was covered in sweat, walked into the locker room with Zhang Lan's support.

"Practice like this...sss...isn't it really harmful to the body?" Yan Muyun accidentally pulled his leg muscles while walking, and said with difficulty while gasping for air.

When he was in college, he trained with a fitness guru. The two of them do weight training for an hour every day, and then do aerobics for half an hour.

The training plan is basically chest training on Monday, back training on Tuesday, shoulders training on Wednesday, legs training on Thursday, arms training on Friday, simple aerobics on Saturday, and a day off on Sunday.

However, just this morning, he almost completed the training volume of the previous week.

"It's really harmful if you don't have time to relax and recover." Zhang Lan nodded.

"So, I will take an hour's rest during lunch time, and then do cardiorespiratory training in the afternoon?" Yan Muyun felt that every muscle in his body was trembling.

Zhang Lan smiled at him, looking a little honest: "Don't worry, I will let you get enough rest."

The two of them turned into the back room of the lounge, and Yan Muyun suddenly discovered that there were three cylindrical machines placed in the corner.

The machine is silver-white in color, about two meters long and one meter high, enough for a person to lie inside.

"You can take a nap in there and you'll be fully recovered in half an hour."

Zhang Lan helped him to one of the machines, and he didn't know what button he pressed. The semicircular cover slowly opened, revealing the structure inside.

There is a leather cushion inside, and there is a small bulge at the head position, which should be regarded as a pillow. It seems that it should be very comfortable to lie in it.

Yan Muyun reached out and touched it, then suddenly turned to look at the door and asked, "Why don't you relax inside?"

Standing at the door was Luo Binghan.

After undergoing the same series of training as him, this slutty street runner was also a little embarrassed at this time. The loose floral shirt was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to the skin, revealing the rather lean muscle lines.

"Ha, this bit of training is nothing to me." Luo Binghan smiled disdainfully.

Yan Muyun said nothing. With Zhang Lan's help, he first took off his shirt, and then lay down in the cylindrical machine with some difficulty.

Looking at this scene, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Luo Binghan's face, but naturally someone who was already lying down couldn't see it.

"I pressed start." Zhang Lan greeted.

"Okay." Yan Muyun grinned with difficulty.

Zhang Lan closed the lid, and then looked at Luo Binghan at the door with a strange expression.

"Hehe." Jie Liuzi laughed.

Zhang Lan shook his head, seemingly helpless, and then pressed a few buttons on the machine screen.

Muscle relaxation mode, half an hour, start.

One second later, two seconds later, three seconds later...

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Yan Muyun's heart-rending scream came from the cylindrical machine.

Because the sound insulation effect of the machine is very good, the sound that people outside can hear is not very loud.

"Let's go and eat. Don't watch the excitement here." Luo Binghan originally wanted to gloat and watch for a while, but Zhang Lan grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

...

Of course Yan Muyun knew very well that the process of relaxing muscles was actually very painful.

But he naively thought that in today's high-tech era, people had invented more gentle and non-stimulating ways to relax.

Especially when he saw this cylindrical machine that he had never seen before, his thoughts became even more certain.

However, reality taught him a hard lesson.

At this time, Yan Muyun's chest, back, lower abdomen, and limbs were all undergoing "torture" at a high frequency.

It was as if his whole body was tightly clamped between two massage chairs, and countless mechanical gun heads were beating every muscle in his body. A few minutes later, the hard and cold metal piece pressed down hard, moving and sliding all over his body...

Help, help, help, die, die, die.

After screaming several times, Yan Muyun finally got used to the pain and began to grit his teeth to bear it.

After an extremely long ten minutes, this "inhuman" torture finally ended.

The massage method of the machine began to become gentler, and Yan Muyun finally felt no pain, but felt relaxed all over.

Maybe because he didn't sleep well yesterday and went through high-intensity training today, he gradually fell asleep.

About half an hour later, Zhang Lan came to the lounge after finishing lunch.

Looking at the young man who was sleeping soundly in the machine with the lid open, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder and said: "Get up, drink all the nutritional medicine at noon and the supplements prepared by Dr. Li, and prepare to start the cardiopulmonary training in the afternoon."

Yan Muyun woke up in a daze first, and then when he heard the last sentence, his eyes rolled and he fell down again.

Zhang Lan didn't get used to him, and lifted him up easily as if he were grabbing a chicken.

Ten minutes later, a half-dead person started running wildly on the treadmill.