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“Ah…”

All the private coaches went crazy, except for the two who were supported by their parents; the others all yelled excitedly.

200,000 for a year of private coaching, and having them teach every day, even half a day, was a deal.

Greg Jensen said, “Don’t worry, you needn’t be concerned; I’m usually quite busy with work, and I probably won’t get to train that many times in a year.”

“Ah, you’re not going to train that often in a year and still offer 200,000?”

“My God, boss, choose me, choose me; whatever you want me to do is fine, even warming your bed is okay.”

Following the voice, Greg looked over and was met with a pair of huge pectorals.

Pfft!

He almost threw up and, pulling a bewildered Jophia Locke with him, made his way outside. As they passed by King Kong Barbie, he didn’t forget to say,

“Get the membership fee from Jophia Locke. I’ll have her come to make up the difference later.”

“Alright.”

If private coaches attracted members to the club, even if the members didn’t train at the club, they still had to pay the annual fee to the club.

That was the rule.

Otherwise, if everyone engaged in transactions outside the club, the club wouldn’t survive, and the private coaches would have no place to teach. It was a reciprocal arrangement.

Once outside, Jophia Locke finally snapped out of it, quickly withdrew her hand, and said,

“Mr. Jensen, I’ve thought about it and 200,000 might be a bit much. Let’s stick to 120,000.”

“Ha-ha, sure, you call the shots.”

Greg laughed, thinking to himself that this girl was indeed kind-hearted, “Where are you off to next?”

Upon hearing Greg’s agreement, Jophia couldn’t help but smile happily and said, “Let me take you to my place. I’ve rented a small space on the eleventh floor of the building; it’s a classroom I set up myself.”

Greg exclaimed in surprise, “You have your own classroom?”

“Yes, I’m not just a private coach at a club; I provide high-end personal training, the very private kind.”

Jophia’s face beamed with pride, her previously frosty demeanor melting away to reveal the gentle image of the girl next door.

It was evident that she was quite confident in her private coaching skills.

She continued with a smile, “I’ve analyzed the market and also incorporated some practices from abroad, and I’ve found that privacy is a crucial element in high-end personal training.

Just imagine, you’re worth a hundred million, yet you’re forced to squeeze into the same gym with a bunch of people who make a few thousand a month.

Not to mention, the gym is where many embarrassing situations can occur. Surely, you wouldn’t like others to witness those moments, would you?”

“You’re absolutely right, let’s go.”

Greg totally agreed with Jophia’s point of view; she was thinking thoroughly. However, he couldn’t help but remind her,

“Have you considered the possibility that the reason you haven’t had any clients these past few months is because the customers coming to your club don’t even have a net worth in the millions?”

At these words, Jophia stopped in her tracks, a bit incredulous as she said, “That shouldn’t be possible, right?

Our club is the best in Jamae City. The wealthy who want to work out would definitely come here.”

Watching her swear by it, Greg couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Is there a possibility that those wealthy individuals already have gyms in their residences, so they don’t need to visit external ones?”

“Ah, really?” Jophia was dumbfounded.

Greg exaggeratedly shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, saying, “I wouldn’t know about that, I’m not a wealthy person.”

Jophia seemed to be struck by Greg’s words, pondering over her long efforts which may have been misguided, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit disheartened.

She pouted and humphed, “If you can spend tens of thousands on my course, then if you’re not a rich person, who is?”

“Ha ha, but I don’t have an apartment in Jamae City.”

“Then buy one. After all, houses in Jamae aren’t that expensive for you.”

The two chatted as they rode the elevator up to the tenth floor.

This floor was all office spaces, with over a dozen companies. A few steps in any direction and you could see company signs hanging on the doors.

Jophia Locke led Greg Jensen to the end of the hallway, opened the fingerprint lock, and pushed open a glass door.

Inside was pitch dark. After she turned on the lights, Greg followed her around a partition and then realized it was a tiny gym.

Indeed, it was a bona fide small gym, just about thirty square meters.

There were also a few small rooms inside. Greg thought they were part of the gym and started to walk in, but Jophia Locke tugged at him.

Her face was slightly red, and she said somewhat embarrassedly, “Those were supposed to be restrooms and bathrooms for the students, but… I had to move in here when my previous apartment lease ended.

Don’t worry, as soon as you pay for the personal training, I’ll move out right away. After that, you can shower and rest there after your training sessions.”

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “Then let’s not look at it now. Give me your card number, and I’ll transfer the payment.”

“Alright.”

Jophia Locke quickly recited her card number, then hesitated and said, “Actually… you don’t have to pay so much right now.”

“That’s okay, I’ll give it all to you at once, to save you the trouble of asking me later.”

Greg laughed, pulled out his phone, and transferred the money to her. Then he said, “Could you first help me try out the barbell?”

Jophia Locke, who had received the money, seemed very happy and excited, nodding eagerly, “Of course, but… didn’t you bring your workout clothes?”

“Uh, no, I actually just wanted to see how strong I am today.”

“No problem, I have a new set of workout clothes here. You can wear those for now.”

Jophia Locke’s face turned red again, and she stammered, “Just… wait here for a moment. I’ll tidy up the room.”

After saying that, she hurried into the back room.

Greg Jensen curiously looked around and discovered that, although her place was small, it featured a complete range of equipment.

It was no worse than the club they had just been in. The only issue was that the space was a bit cramped, which made it seem crowded.

Soon, Jophia Locke came out with a set of brand new workout clothes.

“Please go change into these.”

“Okay.”

Greg Jensen took the clothes and went into the resting room.

The resting room was very tidy. Jophia Locke must have put away her personal belongings when she went in earlier.

Greg didn’t mind. He took off his clothes and changed into the workout outfit.

It was his first time wearing such gear, and he was a bit uncomfortable—mainly because it was so tight, almost feeling like he was wrapped up.

But since everyone else wore these kinds of clothes, he didn’t want to make a fuss about it; he just put on the workout outfit and walked out.

Jophia Locke was wiping the equipment with a cloth. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and was stunned to see Greg Jensen in the workout outfit.

Now, she somewhat doubted whether Greg Jensen wanted her as a personal trainer for fitness or for some other motive.

The reason was simple: Greg Jensen had too good of a physique.

Of course, not the kind of ‘good’ that the bodybuilding community talks about, but the standard of a handsome man in the eyes of the general public.

Greg Jensen’s build was very proportionate overall, with distinct muscle lines, yet not the blocky, sharp-edged type.

Especially…

When she saw Greg Jensen’s smooth, muscular thighs, Jophia Locke’s face turned beet red all at once.