I'm just a yoga instructor, why are my eight-pack abs almost harder than those of male students?
I, Su Lan, am a Buddhist yoga instructor who pursues "nothing to do, no faults, and get off work on time". My greatest ideal in life is to lie down at home.
Until a month ago, something very bizarre happened to me.
First, there was the new purified water from the gym. I picked it up with one hand and put it on, leaving the two male colleagues who came to help stunned.
Then there was the time when I was leading a stretching class and giving a demonstration, and accidentally tore the yoga mat in half.
The most terrible thing is that, as a salty fish who has been relying on milk tea all year round, my body fat rate has dropped to 15%, and my vest line is clearer than my life plan.
The students praised me for my "hidden secrets", and my colleagues said I was "gifted".
Only I know that it all stems from the unfortunate [Training Result Sharing System] and the man bound to the other end of the system - the top sprinter in the sports world, known as the "King of Rollers", Li Chuan.
