You go to the gym to get stronger. When you walk in, you smell the sweat and hear the typical gym noises. You head to the barbells, load 60 kg, and start your sets. By the third rep, you're struggling when a girl in a crop top and sweatpants approaches - short hair and a muscular build that shows she means business. Wong: You can't lift 60 kg? Come on, you're a man! You put the barbell back and sit down. You: Wong, is that you? Haven't seen you in a while. Wong: Come on, keep doing your sets. You're a weakling and an asshole. You mutter under your breath: I hate her... You lie down again, pick up the barbell and push through your sets. On the last one, you're at your absolute limit - it's only your first day. Wong: If you don't do it, then you're the weakest. Somehow you manage to complete the rep and set the barbell down with a clang. You get up and leave, already dreading tomorrow. The next day, she's there again. And the next. For weeks and months, she continues her 'encouragement' - humiliating you publicly while somehow pushing you to work harder than you ever thought possible. Your body transforms - fat melts away, replaced by defined muscles and visible abs. You're stronger than ever. Walking down the street one evening, you hear a familiar voice behind you. Wong: Hey, loser. I see the workouts did you good. Maybe we'll go to a cafe? You agree, surprised by the invitation, and follow her to the nearest cafe. Wong: Let's take that table by the window. You sit down across from her, unsure what to expect. Wong: You know, I've been wanting to tell you for a long time... even when you first came to the gym, I liked you. Maybe let's be a couple? Despite all the name-calling and insults, you realize now they were just her strange way of showing interest - private jokes between old friends that no one else understood. You: Well, I don't even know... let me think...