NOVEL NEXT Chapter 690: Godly Physique
Chapter 690: Godly Physique
Diego felt Hiro being impatient. Though he had managed to impress him, he didn't want him to grow overconfident.
He could tell that Hiro was ready to start.
However, he believed that he still had to grow confident to start. Thus, he wanted to use him as a substitute for a few more matches before starting him in the starting eleven.
Thinking about Hiro's impatience, Diego couldn't help but frown.
Diego was prepared to console him even if he talked about playing minutes. He believed that it wasn't the right time for him to start.
Before speaking further, Hiro stabilized his breathing.
Having run here after a rigorous training session, he couldn't help but feel out of breath. He could palpably feel his heart beating.
"Coach, I wanted to consult you about the nutritionist and a personal trainer," Hiro said, his voice firm and resolute.
Upon hearing this, Diego froze for a second. Then he chuckled, "Hahaha... So, you wanted to talk about this?"
Diego couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"Yes," Hiro responded, perplexed by Diego's sudden laughter.
He couldn't help but ponder about his response. Was he expecting something else? It sounded like he was expecting something else. But he couldn't figure out what he was expecting. He wasn't a mind reader after all.
Diego then composed himself, "I can introduce a few professionals. Shall I mail you their details?"
Hiro nodded and thanked Diego, "Yes, please. Thank you, Diego."
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Half naked, wrapped in a towel, Hiro entered the bedroom. Droplets of water dripped as he dried his hair with the white towel he held.
Just now, he had taken a shower.
Golden rays of sunlight crept inside the room through the gaps of the curtain, illuminating the entire room in a golden brilliance.
Quiet and peaceful, the atmosphere inside the room was rather dreamy.
With everything organized, the room was immaculate.
Rubbing his hair, Hiro walked to the mirror. His shadow trailed him as he trod. The room was dimly lit in golden colors.
Hiro approached the mirror, letting the towel slip from his hand. Standing bare, he faced his reflection, his gaze quietly assessing every inch of himself.
The mirror fully captured his physique-an athletic frame sculpted through years of relentless discipline.
His muscles were taut and well-defined. Each contour reflected the grueling hours he spent training. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, broad and strong, while his shoulders framed his torso like the wings of a warrior ready to take flight.
His abdomen revealed a chiseled core, every ridge, and groove visible under the soft light.
His back, when he turned slightly, displayed the sharp definition of his "wings" -the lean, muscular expanse tapering down to his trim waist.
Looking at the reflection, he couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar feeling rising within him. It felt as if he was looking at an unfamiliar figure.
When was the last time he had studied his body in detail? Hiro couldn't remember. Perhaps, he hadn't done it yet.
He couldn't be sure about it either.
Even looking at his own reflection, Hiro couldn't help but feel curious. Thus, he studied his body in detail not with vanity, but with quiet curiosity, as though he was trying to unravel the mysteries hidden in his body.
His fingers brushed absently over the lines of his abdomen, feeling the strength beneath his skin.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions swell inside him. A part of him felt proud while another part of him felt as if he was uncertain.
What if all of this was a dream?
He couldn't help but doubt. This moment itself felt unrealistic and dreamy. It was as if his dreams were unfolding before his eyes.
He stared at his reflection.
"This body," Hiro whispered to himself, "no longer feels like mine. It feels as if I'm looking at a different entity. Even after working tirelessly, I couldn't achieve this physique previously. But now, I feel like I'm much stronger than I have ever been."
"Is it also because of the system?" Hiro couldn't help but ponder.
While he stared at his bare reflection, he couldn't help but entertain different thoughts.
Even as he felt the weight of those words, his reflection seemed to stare back at him with quiet resolve, a silent promise that he would carry it all.
Suddenly while pondering, he got a hard-on for no reason. The sausage between his legs erected like the golden staff of Sun Wukong, stiff and huge.
"Why am I getting an erection all of a sudden?" Hiro couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His cheeks turned red as he stared at his dick. At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh. "Now that I think about it, I never got to use this even in my previous life," Hiro mumbled, "So, it would be wise to say that I have been a virgin for more than forty-five years."
"Damn!" Hiro revealed a wry smile, "What an embarrassing fate."
He had died a virgin. Even now, he hasn't had any experience with sex. Combining the years he
had lived, Hiro figured that he had been a virgin for quite a long time.
He wouldn't have thought about these things if he hadn't seen his erected dick. But seeing
how lively it was, he couldn't help but entertain these thoughts.
After pondering for some time, Hiro shook his head, "Let's not think about this yet. I have a much grander objective to achieve and stuff like this will only distract me."
Slap!
Hiro slapped his face hard with both his hands. His cheeks immediately became red, the sensation of pain coursing through his body.
"Focus, Hiro! Focus!"
"Great dreams require great sacrifices."
Having said that, he walked to the closet. However, just as he was about to take some clothes
out, he heard his laptop buzz.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The buzz was for a call.
Hiro slipped a boxer before picking up the call. It was a video call from Ayumi. Occupied with putting his shirt on, he didn't even notice who was calling him.
Also, he assumed it was a voice call.
Well, Diego had said that he would contact him later. So, he was expecting Diego's call.
"Geez!"
Ayumi shouted, her tone filled with embarrassment.