Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Guilan District, on the cliffs by the coast.

An abandoned lighthouse, standing solitary in the wind and rain for years.

The sea breeze carries salty rain threads, howling through the glassless arched windows, stirring scattered debris with rustling sounds.

The mournful wails echo incessantly, as if a ghost is whispering in circles.

Inside the lighthouse, it's pitch dark and silent.

Only the faint city halo in the distance shines through the windows, barely outlining vague contours.

A tall and thin figure leans against the cold, damp wall, arms folded across the chest.

The eyes seem exceptionally bright.

Those deep pupils, even in this pitch-black darkness, reflect a sharp and cold light.

The figure stands quietly, gazing through the window at the vast night and the surging sea.

As if waiting for someone, or perhaps contemplating certain thoughts.

Standing there, his silhouette is upright like a pine, the dark tailored coat rippling slightly in the wind.

With the occasional flash of lightning, you can see raindrops dampening strands of hair on his forehead, sliding down his handsome, fair cheeks.

Even in such harsh conditions, he maintains a good posture.

Like a professional idol, posing before the camera, ready to shoot a fashion magazine cover.

Only the surrounding environment seems incongruous, the atmosphere too eerie and terrifying.

"Why haven't they come yet?"

Cheng Jiashu frowns slightly, raising his wrist to check the time on his watch under another flash of lightning.

"Wasn't it agreed to meet here?"

In his heart, he repeatedly recites the meeting details written on the note:

"The abandoned lighthouse on the west side of Qingshui Bay... The location is correct."

"Midnight... it's already past three o'clock..."

His thoughts drift back to hours before.

Last night at eleven thirty, amidst the deep night and stormy weather.

Cheng Jiashu had already arrived silently like a ghost at this perilously situated abandoned lighthouse.

Cold rain and deep darkness were his natural cover.

In terms of stealth and assassination, he is equally seasoned, confident he can rival those special forces veterans.

Cheng Jiashu meticulously checked every corner of the lighthouse.

From the cobwebbed tower top to the damp stone stairs below, any potential traps or ambushes could not escape his sharp eyes.

After confirming safety, Cheng Jiashu didn't plan to wait so openly for the meeting.

First, he set up some small mechanisms, then concealed himself, hiding in the shadows.

Ready to give the upcoming visitor a surprise.

Cheng Jiashu envisioned dozens of ways the other could appear, and his own composed responses.

Even rehearsed several times the sarcastic opening lines and how to question the other.

However, the midnight chimes had long dissipated into the wind and rain, leaving no trace.

Time crawls slowly with the ticking of the hands, but the agreed figure has yet to appear.

His meticulously arranged plan seemed washed away by the heavy rain, an undeniable sense of anxiety begins to grow.

Initially, Cheng Jiashu could remain calm, stepping out of the ambush spot.

Sometimes poking his head out, gazing at the dark night outside, sometimes retreating into the tower, pacing and considering countermeasures.

Now, simply standing with arms folded, looking at the wind and rain outside in boredom.

Nearly four hours of waiting is enough to wear down the patience of most people.

Moreover, amid such stormy darkness at dawn.

But Cheng Jiashu is not most people.

Seeing signs of the storm easing outside, his eyes glint, his mind races quickly.

Should he wait a bit longer?

If the other party proactively suggested the meeting, they shouldn't miss it without any reason.

Perhaps an accident happened on the way, like a car breaking down.

Perhaps exposed, being chased by the Noah Organization, prioritizing survival over the meeting.

Or maybe, simply some delay occurred.

Various thoughts rise and fall like the waves under the cliffs outside.

Finally, Cheng Jiashu takes a deep breath of slightly salty and cold air.

Forcing back chaotic thoughts, his eyes regain determination.

Since he's already waited this long, he may as well give the other party more time.

After all, someone with such intelligence is no ordinary person, cautious action is understandable.

Time passes by the minute.

Outside the lighthouse, the storm gradually subsides, yet the roar of the waves crashing against rocks remains clear.

Occasionally, from the direction of the city, a few faint and distant sirens can be heard, quickly dispersed by the night wind.

Adding a touch of inexplicable tension to this lonely, prolonged waiting process.

Cheng Jiashu maintains his good posture, almost blending into the stone wall behind him.

Only the slight adjustments in his stance show he hasn't fallen asleep.

No idea how long it has been, finally the storm outside completely stops, leaving only fine rain threads and the howling sea wind.

Inside the tower remains dim, but through the arched windows, you can now see the eastern horizon, a faint white belly shining on the sky, gradually dispelling the remaining darkness.

The distant city's silhouette becomes clear in the darkness.

Like a giant silhouette just washed by rain, quietly lying on the horizon.

Dawn has arrived.

Yet the person Cheng Jiashu is waiting for, still hasn't shown up.

..................

Wenchuan District, Midnight Forest Bar.

After midnight, the noise has subsided.

In the center of the dance floor, the huge disco ball now hangs silently.