The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 1 Reality
Chen Xiong stood in the bathroom, staring blankly at the reflection in the glass in front of him.

This is a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with messy hair, sallow complexion, slightly protruding eyes, dark circles, a beer belly, greasy, and depressed.

Oh, yes, and some signs of baldness.

But in fact, he just celebrated his 27th birthday last month.

When did I look like this?
People are not old, they are already aging.

Chen Xiong was in a daze. As a full-time writer, he didn't know when he started. He got up at eight o'clock in the afternoon every day and sat in front of the computer after nine o'clock. He hurriedly and perfunctorily finished writing [-] words and uploaded it before twelve o'clock, and then uploaded it. Short videos, playing games, eating late night snacks, and sleeping all day.

Repeatedly.

Since he stepped into this industry after graduation, Chen Xiongben had a dream of being a great god. He wanted to prove himself that he could really support himself with his hobbies and live a good life.

However, in the past five years, he has changed his vest, worked on eunuchs, worked on the street, and made some money, but he is no longer the newbie who insisted on updating more than [-] yuan a day.

Chen Xiong came out of the bathroom, stared blankly at the computer screen, and couldn't help sighing.

It can't go on like this anymore, if it goes on like this, not only will there be mental problems, but also physical problems.

In the past two months, he has obviously felt tingling pain in his cervical spine and wrist, and his tinnitus and dizziness from time to time. When he squatted in the pit last night, his eyes were inexplicably dark and he almost fainted.

For a street writer, the worst thing is that the royalties earned are not enough to cover the cost of medicine.

"It will take some time to practice. If you can't develop the habit of self-discipline, you may have to find a class."

Chen Xiong only hesitated for a moment before turning off the computer and preparing to go to bed early today.

"Fortunately, the book in hand has been finished. Although it is a bit unfinished, it has a beginning and an end."

“But I don’t seem to have many readers anymore.”

Chen Xiong laughed at himself and looked at his phone. It was not yet ten o'clock. In the past, he only started working at this time, and his nightlife hadn't even started yet.

But soon, he found that he couldn't sleep at all.

Not only could I not sleep, my stomach was growling, my throat was a little sour, and my stomach was burning.

It was only then that Chen Xiong remembered that he hadn't eaten anything today except for a takeaway Kaifeng dish in the morning.

Normally, he would have picked up his phone and ordered takeout. Ten o'clock in the evening was the time when midnight snacks were most abundant.

Barbecue, crayfish, chicken chops, fried skewers. Another 1L bottle of Ice Kuo Le, enough for him to be happy all night.

But it also made him more sluggish and greasy.

High oil, high salt and high fat, coupled with staying up late, is really a health killer.

With a sigh, Chen Xiong got up from the bed, walked to the kitchen in a few steps, and opened the refrigerator.

There were a few eggs, two sticks of King of Kings, and a bottle of Lao Ganma that had been there for who knows how long.

After thinking for a moment, he opened the cabinet and found half a dozen egg noodles. After checking, there was no smell or anything growing. Chen Xiong turned on the induction cooker, placed two eggs on it, threw the noodles in, added some oil and some salt. , a dinner is ready in just 10 minutes.

The place where he lives is a small apartment of more than 40 square meters. Although there is a small kitchen, there is no gas, and he can only use the induction cooker to cook some simple meals.

Peeled a piece of Wang Zhong Wang, and ate a few mouthfuls with egg noodles. Although the taste was so-so, far worse than the takeaway supper, it was still healthier and more stomach-friendly.

Resisting the urge to watch short videos, Chen Xiong ate noodles and took out his mobile phone to log into the writers forum to see how his fellow streetwalkers maintained their bodies.

After reading all kinds of posts for a while, Chen Xiong finally summarized a few useful pieces of information.

If you have money, go swimming, if you don’t have money, go running. If you have time, just practice the Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu.

Eight Vajra Skills?
Chen Xiong got a little interested, searched on his phone for a while, and sure enough, a lot of explanation videos popped up, and he clicked on an annotated version of an old Taoist. After watching it for a while, he suddenly realized: Hey, isn't this just radio gymnastics!

After turning off the video, Chen Xiong finished eating the noodles and sweated profusely. Then he cleaned up the takeaway boxes in the room and went downstairs to throw them away. He took a walk after the meal to digest food. When he came back, he rinsed his mouth and face, and took a shower. Take a bath, lie still on the bed.

"At eleven o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

"I can't sleep, why don't you reward yourself?"

Snapped!
Chen Xiong slapped himself, what was he thinking in his mind?
After setting an alarm clock for 06:30, and after thinking about it, he adjusted it to 07:30. Chen Xiong stuffed his cell phone under his pillow, closed his eyes, and tossed and turned.

Get up early for a run tomorrow.

When you get eight-pack abs, find a girlfriend, and then work hard to make money and write two or three high-quality books.

Strive to be able to bear the mortgage before the age of 30.

Wait, I have a mortgage, am I crazy? !

Chen Xiong opened his eyes suddenly and woke up from his sleep.

It was already dark at this time. He rubbed his eyes, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was only a little early five o'clock.

It was summer now. It was dawning early. Chen Xiong struggled to get up. He felt dizzy and heavy, as if he had stayed up all night and had a hangover, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After getting up and getting out of bed, Chen Xiong was dazed for a while, then came to the bathroom, his head hit the cabinet heavily in a daze, there was a 'bang', and he knew it was a good head just by the sound.

But suddenly, a translucent light curtain appeared in front of his eyes, with lines of small characters written on it.

【Personal panel】

Chen Xiong
Physical: 0.7
Soul: 0.6
Skill: Running LV2 (rough fur 18%)

Features: none

This.
Chen Xiong felt a little numb all over.

Bump your head and get a golden finger?
Or the properties panel?
He banged his head on the cabinet twice more. Seeing that the panel had not disappeared, Chen Xiong felt that his behavior just now was a bit stupid.

"Calm down, calm down, I'm a writer, I haven't seen any big scenes before."

Chen Xiong was a little excited, took a deep breath, and began to study the personal panel in front of him, but no matter how he tried, there was no room for manipulation.

There is neither intelligent interaction nor additional functions.

Turn on, turn off.

Turn on, turn off.

After confirming that there was no change in this panel and it would not affect him, Chen Xiong's excitement gradually faded away.

"Goldfinger has always been simpler and more advanced."

"Even in the world of novels, this panel is quite crude. We can look forward to the future. We can look forward to the future."

Chen Xiong comforted himself, staring at the skill line for a while, this should be the core of Goldfinger.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, let's go for a run!"

After a quick wash, Chen Xiong changed into a loose set of clothes, bought brown sugar steamed buns, tea eggs, and pure milk at the breakfast shop downstairs, and ate them while walking.

There are not many parks in Jiangcheng. There is an old park not far from where he lives. I pass by occasionally, and there are not many people in it. It is deserted and very secluded.

Chen Xiong threw the plastic bag in his hand into the trash can and walked around the park for more than ten minutes, warming up and eating.

At this time, apart from some old people doing sporadic morning exercises, he was the youngest person in the park. Chen Xiong felt that his body was almost warm, so he started running along the sightseeing path.

At the beginning, Chen Xiong ran a little fast and a little confident.

But he obviously overestimated his body.

In less than 2 minutes, he was panting a little bit, his chest was a little hot, his heart was beating loudly in protest, and even his stomach felt a sense of vomiting.

No way, something is wrong!
Fortunately, he had some common sense and knew not to stop immediately, so he quickly slowed down and walked quickly. While breathing heavily to relieve the discomfort, he adjusted his pace and slowed down to a level that he could adapt to.

He walked like this for another 2 minutes. After his breathing gradually calmed down and his heart stopped beating so violently, Chen Xiong stopped and found a place to sit down and rest.

"Hush."

"With this body, I can't even go out to wash my hair for two minutes. Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have died suddenly in the rental house sooner or later."

Chen Xiong looked at his trembling calves and felt inexplicably scared. He had occasionally seen news about sudden deaths in the past, but he didn't take them too seriously. He never thought that at the age of 27, he would be so weak.

"There is no rush to exercise. When you return home, you should make a fitness plan. Eat well, sleep well, and slowly increase the amount of exercise."

Chen Xiong planned while relaxing his calf muscles.

Suddenly, the personal panel seemed to move slightly. Chen Xiong clicked it and saw some more information:
[You had an incomplete run, and you seemed to have gained a little from running]

[Running experience +1]

(End of this chapter)