Pewdiepie Workout Routine Novels & Stories

Davien’s P.O.V I pushed the heavy weight with all my might for about the umpteenth time since I woke up. I had been at the bench press, trying to channel my inner frustration and pent-up stress into some time in my personalised home gym, even though working out since 2 a.m. in the morning can be deemed absurd by many. My upper body was so sweaty like I’d walked through the Sahara Desert, but instead of feeling like a piece of bacon on a grill, I felt refreshed and empowered.

It was one of my favorite manga with Chris and we used to watch it together on his smartphone during breaks. "It was so much fun! You have to watch it. Anyway, after that he decided to become a hero and started a daily workout with 10km running, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and he became so strong that he could beat anyone with a single blow. " Karish did not look at all impressed by the story. If anything, he was determined to continue training until I fainted from exhaustion. He approached me, clasped my hand and pulled me to my feet.

He completed all fifty without hesitation, barely breaking a sweat. As he started to rise, Ava cut in sharply. “Fifty jump squats.” He complied immediately. Fifteen minutes later— “Fifty reverse rows.” Still steady. Her jaw tightened. “Fifty lateral jumps onto the bench.” No complaints. She escalated without mercy. “Heavy dumbbell presses. Fifty. Don’t put them down—straight into fifty squats. Then rows. Then weighted sit-ups.” Sweat rolled down his chest now, muscles slick and gleaming under the lights. Watching him, Ava finally allowed herself a small, satisfied smile and strode over to stand directly in front of the incline bench.

“Don’t just sit there and look pretty, get to work.” I started with stretches that I had watched him do earlier, and turned to find him watching me, quietly devouring me with his eyes. a shiver ran down my spine as I approached him on the treadmill. “My turn.” He got off the treadmill, his eyes still on me, and moved to another machine. Being sexy was hard, especially after twenty minutes on a treadmill. Pierce seemed mostly unfazed by the heavy weights he was lifting. “I’m tired.” I announced. “Try another machine.”