“Ai Mi, does the calorie calculation system in the gym work for other people?”

I’ve never tracked how many calories I’ve burned before, so I was very curious.

“It does work for others.” Ai Mi looked up at the three cameras that formed a triangle on the ceiling, “Those cameras can catch and analyze all of your actions. As long as you exercise inside the gym, it will keep track of your points, but it’s not like your exercise will count towards my calories burned…”

Since my exercises wouldn’t help Ai Mi get more coke, she explained it quickly to me then plopped onto the sofa to rest.

“If that’s the case, let me play a round of table tennis with the robot arm. I haven’t played table tennis for a while and I could also see how many calories I burn.”

Although I had heart problems, it wasn’t much of an exercise if the robot purposely gave me easy balls to hit. I also wanted to know how precisely I could control my body and see if I could use the amount of calories expended as an indicator.

The result was shocking.

The robot arm and I had a rally that went on for 50 hits without the ping pong ball hitting the ground (mainly because the robot played very well). I already surpassed the amount of hits Ai Mi did in total, but my final calories expended was 1

/3 less than Ai Mi.

“I think the machine is broken.” Ai Mi couldn’t believe it, “The manservant is a lot heavier than me, so he should burn more calories than me when he exercises, but why is it less?”

The corners of my mouth lifted into a smile. That’s thanks to Yin Yang Sanshou and my heart problems.

My heart problems made me cautious, but it also became a gauge for me to judge my physical condition. I had to use the most reasonable and the most efficient methods to pass through my daily life, so naturally I applied Hua Jin from Yin Yang Sanshou and it became a natural reflex for me.

There was a perfect path to move my arm from point A to point B. Although I couldn’t see the path with my eyes, I could feel it with my body. Every time I move my limbs, I would make the most efficient movements to cut down on calories expenditure. It adds up slowly over time, so my final calorie expenditure will of course be lower than Ai Mi.

Ai Mi was a layman when it came to martial arts, so of course she couldn’t spot it. It was natural for her to assume the machine was broken, but Xiao Qin was different.

“The martial arts my grandfather taught you are being applied even better now.”

“So that’s martial arts?” Ai Mi commented, “What’s the point of that martial arts? Can it let practitioners do more farm work while eating less food? If that’s the case, North Korea should spread that martial arts among its citizens…”

Actually, I heard North Korea made every one of its citizens do everything but learn Yin Yang Sanshou to deal with the famine. For example, making everyone improve their cooking methods and use more ‘scientific’ ways to cook corn to make it more filling. Apparently, a scientist even invented a special type of noodles that can delay your hunger.

But these topics will make the leader of the HHH enthusiasts club angry, so it’s better to not bring it up.

“My family’s martial arts aren’t usually taught to outsiders.” Xiao Qin explained to Ai Mi, “But Ye Lin classmate is a special exception. Ye Lin classmate’s Yin Yang Sanshou skills might be already above mines.”

Xiao Qin’s words weren’t simple flattery. If we were strictly talking about Hua Jin, since I use it in my daily life, then it’s true it has already surpassed Xiao Qin.

Except Xiao Qin doesn’t know I have heart problems and that I couldn’t use Fa Jin. She made a reasonable assumption that my Hua Jin and Fa Jin were at similar levels, thus she concluded my skill was above hers.

In reality, only my Hua Jin skills surpassed hers. In terms of Fa Jin, I haven’t made any improvements at all. Compared to Xiao Qin who could use Fa Jin to greatly increase her attack power (like breaking bamboo), I was still a beginner.

Fa Jin already has a lot of power and I almost killed Tie Xian the first time I used it. Currently, I didn’t really need something so deadly.

I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all after playing against the robot arm. Xiao Qin was also curious so she took the paddle from me and played a round.

Xiao Qin really did look impressive while exercising.

A confident smile that appeared on her face from time to time, on top of clean and efficient movements, made Xiao Qin look like a professional table tennis player.

She also played a rally with 50 hits, but expended the same number of calories as me.

Since she was smaller than me, so she should have used less calories then me, which meant her Hua Jin skills did lose to mines.

“Ye Lin classmate is incredible.” Xiao Qin panted, “You were able to quickly master Yin Yang Sanshou to such a high degree, so you might be a genius martial artist.”

“Of course my manservant won’t be a regular person.” Ai Mi crossed her arms as if it was to be expected even though she just said it was useless earlier.

Actually, Xiao Qin’s Hua Jin wasn’t much different than mines. It’s just that she wanted to play beautifully in front of me, so she expended more energy.

Xiao Qin is the one who’s the martial arts genius. The only reason my Yin Yang Sanshou improved so quickly was out of necessity.

While Xiao Qin was playing table tennis, Ai Mi told me to get her a popsicle from the fridge. I opened the fridge and discovered the popsicles were all specially made. It was all made from pure fruit juices without any added fats or sugars.

I just thought the way my sister ate the popsicle was awful.

She opened her mouth and kept the tip of the popsicle in her mouth but didn’t bite down on it. She used the temperature inside her mouth to slowly melt the popsicle. From time to time, she would shove the popsicle in and pull it out, then she would lick it with her tongue…

“What are you looking at?” Ai Mi berated me, “Never seen someone eat a popsicle?”

“That’s not it.” I said awkwardly, “Can’t you be more civilized when you eat a popsicle?”

“How am I not civilized?” Ai Mi said with a popsicle in her mouth, “There’s a saying online: perverts will see perverted things. Damn manservant, you only think it’s uncivilized because you have impure thoughts towards me.”

Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe that’s how Ai Mi eats popsicles. I remember a lot of my male classmates ate popsicles like that in elementary school.

I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to look at Ai Mi, but she came right beside me and whispered: “Brother, do you want to get a lick too?”

“What?” I blushed and said, “How could you be so shameless, we’re siblings.”

“Hah brother, what are you thinking about?” Ai Mi raised one of her brows, then moved the popsicle closer, “I only wanted to ask if you wanted a lick of this too, or were you expecting something else?”

“I wasn’t expecting anything.” I stood up from the sofa after being teased, “Why are you giving me a half eaten popsicle, that’s unhygienic.”

“What, a mere manservant finds his master unhygienic?” Ai Mi said, “Normally, shouldn’t you happily wag your tail and accept like a dog that was given a bone?”

“I don’t have a tail.”

“The manservant’s tail is at the front.” Ai Mi said expressionlessly and I didn’t know how to respond.

Were you referring to me wagging my front tail? Stop putting these awful images into my head!

“Sit, I have something to tell you.” Ai Mi suddenly said seriously and patted the sofa cushion to her left.

I sat down and was curious what my sister wanted to say to me.

“Brother, how did you do it?”

After I was close enough where she could whisper, Ai Mi began to call me brother again.

“How did I do what?”

“Just… how did you make my mom change her decision?”

I blurted out: “She really arranged for you to leave the entertainment industry?”

“Not yet.” Ai Mi shook her head, “There are some signs, but it’s not enough as proof. But I did manage to keep my virginity.”

“What?” I found it hard to accept Ai Mi casually bringing up that word.

“Tsk, did you forget? My mom was planning to give my virginity to a presidential candidate.”

Of course I remember. Also, that perverted congressman was also an S&M enthusiast. Ai Mi’s impending cruel fate was one of the major reasons why I was determined to fight with Ai ShuQiao for custody rights.

Next, Ai Mo licked the popsicle again with a seductive expression, and said with pleasure:

“Haha, he always frequents brothels and beats up prostitutes. My mother sent that information to a reporter and he became famous on Facebook. His political career was ruined and it would be hard for him to be a lawyer again too.”

“Why would Ai ShuQiao do that?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“That’s what I wanted to ask.” Ai Mi shrugged, “I don’t have any proof that it was my mom who sent it to a reporter, but I’m guessing it was her. If my mom really wanted to protect, then she would have made any problems go away…”

If Ai Mi’s conjecture is correct, then Ai ShuQiao was willing to use her daughter’s virginity as a bargaining chip because he really had a future in politics. Now that ruined his political career, it could only mean Ai ShuQiao has something even better.

What is it it? Is it something that’s related to my blood? It’s terrifying if it’s comparable to the ‘future president of the United States’.

Now that the perverted congressman had completely fallen, the sword of Damocles hanging over Ai Mi’s head disappeared. It made Ai Mi a lot more relaxed, and she could focus on exercising and redeeming her calories for coke or potato chips.

I didn’t tell Ai Mi that it was my regular blood donations to Ai ShuQiao that made this possible, because then I would have had to tell her the entire story about my heart problems.

It felt like my blood was being used for some really horrible purpose…