West High School is a public school named after the mayor.
Although it is a public school, it has all the necessary facilities.
This was not because America was kind, but thanks to the mayor who named the school.
In Chris's memory, the mysterious mayor was always keen on spending taxpayers' money on strange things.
Thanks to this, the high school Chris attended built many buildings that were not typical for a public school of its caliber, such as a luxurious gym.
Pushing open the door to the gym, a cool breeze greeted him.
Looking at the spacious area and the wide variety of fitness equipment, Chris nodded in satisfaction, thinking it was a great place to exercise.
Especially with the continuous central air conditioning and powerful air purification, there wasn't a hint of sweat odor.
He was already starting to like the mayor he had never met!
Just as Chris was observing his surroundings to decide which body part to train first, a tall, muscular blonde boy walked over.
"Hey, fatty! This is a gym, not your pigsty for eating!"
The insulting words instantly fell into Chris's ears, along with the harsh laughter of those around him.
Although Chris himself didn't care about these guys' mockery, being bullied for no reason would not be beneficial for his future life!
After all, according to the information he got online, the school environment in America was completely different from that in China.
Here, just being good at studying was useless; it would only lead to being bullied as a bookworm.
Only by joining various circles, building extensive social connections, and becoming a popular figure would one be respected.
Otherwise, one would be ostracized and deprived of useful resources from the very beginning.
And more importantly, if you were seen as weak, everyone would bully you and treat you as the lowest rung.
So, even if Chris himself didn't really care about the boy's taunts, he had to fight back.
Otherwise, the people around him would immediately label him as someone who could be bullied, and then various troubles would follow.
Eventually, it would even spread throughout the entire school, letting everyone know that Chris the meatball was a coward who could be easily bullied.
In a flash, Chris had already imagined the consequences of not fighting back.
So, what was there to say? Just do it!
With a step forward, while the blonde boy was still laughing, Chris landed a left hook on his face.
With Chris's naturally strong physique, and a punch thrown with his well-trained left arm, even a boxing sandbag would have flown out.
So, the blonde boy did not surprise Chris; he flew sideways and then fell heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, the gym floor was covered with a thick layer of shock-absorbing mats, which allowed the boy to still breathe normally.
Even so, his right cheek instantly swelled up and even appeared visibly distorted.
Luckily, this was America; such an act, which could lead to imprisonment in Chris's previous country, was only considered a minor scuffle here.
Especially since this guy was rude first, Chris had even less to worry about.
Therefore, Chris calmly walked towards where the blonde boy had fallen, and when the people around saw Chris move, they all stepped back as if they had seen a flood monster.
Chris scoffed, then squatted down to check the blonde boy's condition. After confirming he wasn't in mortal danger, he said indifferently, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems someone is really going to turn into a pig's head! I just wonder if this pig of yours can ever change back?"
"Hmph!"
The blonde boy, lying prone, moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but his swollen cheeks clearly prevented his words from coming out normally.
So Chris ignored his words, whether good or bad, and turned to look at several people wearing the same basketball uniform as the boy.
"Hey! You guys, carry this fellow to the school infirmary. I don't want to exercise in a place with a smell of blood!"
After saying that, Chris stood up and walked towards the bench press area without looking back.
After that punch, Chris was truly curious about his current strength level, wondering if he had an 800-kilogram punching power.
Watching the formidable figure walk away, the basketball team members quickly helped the blonde boy up and rushed towards the infirmary.
If they arrived late, their teammate might really be disfigured.
On Chris's way to the bench press area, apart from some people near the entrance who frequently paid attention to him, the further he walked in, the fewer people observed him.
After all, the entire gym was nearly a thousand square meters, and there were at least over a hundred people there now.
Apart from those resting near the entrance who noticed the entire incident, most were focused on their workouts and had no time to care about other things.
Moreover, from the moment that person mocked Chris to Chris knocking him out with one punch, the whole thing only lasted a few tens of seconds.
That made it even harder to attract the attention of everyone in the gym.
Therefore, only twenty or thirty people in total noticed the incident, and only the dozen or so members of the basketball team knew exactly what happened.
So, when Chris lay down on the bench press, two kind individuals came over to help.
A Black man who was doing bicep curls saw Chris preparing to bench press and immediately put down his dumbbells and walked over.
However, when he saw Chris's bench press weight, he couldn't help but say:
"Hey, brother! It's not that I look down on you, but if you're going to challenge 180kg right away, I'm not confident I can spot you properly!"
At this moment, a guy who had seen Chris knock someone out with one punch said, "Wow, buddy! You didn't see this brother's feat, otherwise you wouldn't have such doubts! But for safety, I'll assist with you anyway."
Saying this, the man looked at Chris, seemingly asking for his opinion.
Chris had no objection; although he was confident that 180 kilograms wasn't his limit, having someone help was always a good thing.
And one of them even seemed to be his little fan, so he couldn't disappoint him even more.
Once the two stood in position, Chris took a deep breath, then his chest and arms exerted force simultaneously.
The barbell, weighing a full 180 kilograms, was easily pushed up, and then Chris repeated it several times before returning the barbell to its original position.
At this point, Chris's little fan looked at the astonished Black man and said, "Hey, bro! I told you, didn't I? Isn't my boss amazing!"
Then the man tried to take the opportunity to talk to Chris, but he turned and saw Chris continuing to add plates to the barbell, and directly adding 20-kilogram plates.
Even he, who had seen Chris punch someone flying, was a bit hesitant now, because no one adds 20-kilogram plates at once.