152: Chapter 152: An extraordinary origin!

Regardless of the true reason Ding Shiman had approached him, he had always adhered to one principle.

That is, don't let down a good girl, and don't waste a bad girl!

"Shen Zhou, do you work out often?"

Ding Shiman led Shen Zhou toward the treadmills.

"It's alright. I exercise once in a while when I feel like it."

"By the way, Shiman, you must exercise often, right? Should I do some stretching before running?"

Shen Zhou answered casually.

"Of course. Let me guide you."

Under Ding Shiman's guidance, Shen Zhou successfully completed the stretching exercises.

During the stretching, the incredibly robust muscles beneath his sportswear were fully revealed at this moment.

"What a great physique. Could this guy be playing the pig to eat the tiger?"

"With a body like that, how could he not exercise often? And why did he need me to guide him through stretching?"

Ding Shiman muttered to herself.

However, after finishing the stretches, Shen Zhou had already taken the initiative to step onto one of the treadmills.

Ding Shiman had just finished running, so she chose to stand directly in front of the treadmill.

"What incline level do you want to run at, and how do you want to adjust the running speed?"

Ignoring the fact that Shen Zhou might be very proficient in various exercise methods, Ding Shiman once again took the initiative to offer guidance.

"Whatever is fine, but keep it as gentle as possible. I have to go out in a while."

Shen Zhou leaned nonchalantly against the side handle of the treadmill.

"Then let's start with a gentle level."

Ding Shiman operated a few buttons on the treadmill, and as it started to rotate, Shen Zhou stepped onto it with a relaxed, leisurely gait.

Through their conversation, Shen Zhou learned that this woman was from Hong Kong.

Moreover, she was also here to participate in the Kuangbiao Competition.

Upon learning that Shen Zhou was also here for the competition, Ding Shiman clearly became more talkative.

"Shen Zhou, which racer do you like the most? And which brand of car series are you supporting?"

Ding Shiman chirped like a little bird, asking questions.

"I don't really have a favorite racer, and the brand doesn't matter either. Actually, to be honest, this is probably my first time participating in the Kuangbiao Competition."

"Mainly, I heard the Kuangbiao Competition is undergoing reforms and is moving closer to the F1 series, so I came to experience it."

Shen Zhou spoke without reservation about his extremely limited knowledge of the Kuangbiao Competition.

But even so, Ding Shiman didn't mind at all.

Instead, she began to enthusiastically talk about her favorite racers and car brands.

Through Ding Shiman's narration, Shen Zhou could see that she truly loved certain car brands to the bone.

During their conversation, Shen Zhou also noticed Ding Shiman's little tricks.

It turned out this woman was secretly increasing the incline and speed of the treadmill.

At the same time, every time she pressed a button, a look of extreme excitement flashed in the depths of Ding Shiman's eyes.

It was obvious she was enjoying the thrill of being secretly mischievous.

Although Shen Zhou had noticed this early on, he didn't point it out at all; instead, he slowly increased his pace under his feet.

No matter how Ding Shiman adjusted the incline and speed of the treadmill, she simply couldn't get the better of Shen Zhou.

Shen Zhou's stamina was enough to handle a high-intensity marathon; a mere treadmill couldn't stump him.

The two talked for nearly half an hour, and Shen Zhou's voice remained very steady throughout.

It was as if he wasn't running at all at this moment.

In the end, Ding Shiman couldn't hold on anymore.

"This monster is too terrifying. His stamina is too abnormal. If it were in bed..."

Soon, Ding Shiman's face turned bright red, and even her ears felt hot.

"Shiman, what's wrong?"

Shen Zhou asked, feeling a bit surprised.

At the same time, he recalled the topic they had just been discussing in his mind.

He had just briefly talked about some sports car brands; this woman shouldn't have become so flushed.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a bit unwell."

"How about this..."

Ding Shiman rubbed her legs together slightly, and just as she was about to leave her contact information and return to her room, Shen Zhou's phone suddenly rang.

Shen Zhou made an apologetic gesture and then answered the call.

"Old Shen, where are you? We just arrived at Zurich International Airport."

Wang Sicong's voice came from the other end of the line.

Shen Zhou gave the name of the hotel where he was staying, and Wang Sicong indicated that they would arrive soon.

"Ms. Ding, then see you next time."

Shen Zhou took the initiative to exchange WeChat and phone numbers with Ding Shiman.

Then Ding Shiman left in a hurry.

Watching the woman's somewhat flustered back as she left, Shen Zhou was even more confused.

After a simple workout, Shen Zhou pulled the towel from his neck and wiped his neck and the back of his head, only to find that there wasn't even a drop of sweat.

"It seems I need to find a professional to create some training plans for me."

Thinking of this, Shen Zhou composed a text message and sent it to Andrei's accompanying secretary.

After the secretary asked about a few requirements, he immediately stated that a private sports manager would arrive at Pearl Castle in the afternoon.

Shen Zhou returned to his room, pinched Juliana's soft cheek, and patted Xue Shuangshuang on the back.

He found that both women were still in a deep sleep and seemed to have absolutely no perception of the outside world.

"Do you want to go eat breakfast?"

He asked several times, but no one answered, so Shen Zhou shook his head helplessly.

The hotel staff could certainly deliver breakfast to the suite.

But to avoid disturbing Xue Shuangshuang and the other woman while they slept, Shen Zhou ultimately chose to go to the restaurant alone.

The breakfast restaurant had a wide variety of options, even including exclusive Asian and European-American sections.

The Asian section mostly consisted of Chinese food.

After all, when it came to breakfast varieties, the Bangzi Country didn't really have many options; they couldn't just bring out their kimchi, which they regarded as a treasure.

As for the breakfast varieties of the Island Country, many things originated from China.

Shen Zhou grabbed a few xiaolongbao and poured a cup of soy milk, then found an empty table and sat down.

Along the way, he attracted the sidelong glances of several beauties with slender figures.

Several women were already eager to try; they first took out their makeup mirrors, briefly fixed their makeup, and then immediately got up and walked toward Shen Zhou.

Several women set off at the same time, and then one beauty began to walk faster and faster, seemingly trying to gain priority in courting him by picking up her pace.

After all, Asian men with such outstanding looks and physique as Shen Zhou were extremely rare, except for those "pretty faces" seen in the entertainment industry.

Not to mention that this was the breakfast restaurant of a top-tier local hotel in Switzerland; there were no poor people who could come here.

Furthermore, the Patek Philippe on Shen Zhou's wrist was gleaming brightly at this moment.

And just then, a soft, beautiful voice suddenly rang out by Shen Zhou's ear.