บท 180: Rightful Throne

Upbeat pop remix music boomed inside the home gym. Jin Chonglin roared as he finished his final burpee. His chest heaved, gasping for air. He was completely drenched in sweat. He removed his sleeveless hoodie, revealing his extremely toned upper body. The sweat accentuated his muscles, especially his eight-pack abs.

Lin Dong threw him a bottle of chilled water and a towel.

"Thanks," he said, immediately chugging the water. Water always tasted the best after an intense workout. He finished the entire bottle, and then began wiping the sweat off his body with the towel.

"You're falling down the music charts," Lin Dong said.

"I know."

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not gonna post something online to encourage your fans to help boost your music back to the top?"

Jin Chonglin pretended to think for a couple of seconds before saying, "Nah, not interested."

"What do you mean you're not interested? You're Jin Chonglin!"

"What does that even mean?"