I plant trees in the superhero world

Steve looked at Cyril's thin arms and legs. Although Cyril is an adult man, his bones are not as tall as other Westerners. Although he is not short in stature, he is still thin and weak among Western men. , even Cyril has a thin layer of muscles, but in Steve's view, he is still a weak chicken.

Therefore, Steve was afraid that Cyril would not exercise for a long time, so he ran too hard and caused muscle strain, so he took Cyril to do some stretching exercises.

Cyril thought to himself, judging from the distance he ran from Manhattan back to Queens yesterday, he would have already strained the injury if he wanted to, so can he strain the muscle because of running a few steps today?He didn't say anything, though, and just followed Steve to some stretching exercises.

While pressing his legs, Cyril looked at Steve's tight pants. His figure is really good. These are obviously loose pants, but they were stretched out by the muscles of Steve's legs. Shape, if that's the case, wouldn't he be wearing a T-shirt that fits...

The gaze from behind was too eager, Steve turned his head suspiciously, just in time to see Cyril's staring eyes, he suddenly felt creepy: "Why, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to develop the same muscles as you." Cyril said calmly, but secretly clenched his hands behind his back. What should I do? He seems a bit too idiot. people?

Steve smiled encouragingly: "As long as you work hard, you can do it too."

Cyril looked suspiciously at Steve's beautiful figure, which was almost the limit of human proportions. How could he train to be like this? Moreover, he couldn't imagine himself becoming a muscular man, matching his face Wouldn't it be too strange to be indifferent?

Shaking his head, getting rid of the messy thoughts in his head, he started running with Steve.

Cyril thought that if a boxing coach with good physical strength ran, even if he would fall behind for a while, he would not fall too far. He really never expected that Steve could throw him a whole lap. When he passed him for one lap, the blond man said "Come on!" When he passed him for the second lap, he said "Hold on!", and continued to overtake.

Cyrillic:"……"

Is there really such a difference between a coach and an ordinary person?He played some extreme sports with his ex-boyfriend at the beginning, but he hasn't been so frustrated, okay?If it weren't for his male body not being able to use golden fingers, believe it or not, he would speed up and show him every minute!

When Steve overtook him for the third lap, he saw Cyril sitting on the bench panting for breath. Steve stopped and said in a steady voice, "Don't rush to sit down just after running, it's not good for your muscles." Okay, take a few steps slowly to relax your muscles."

The black-haired, sweaty man looked up at Steve, who was breathing evenly. He almost wanted to cry. Didn’t he run three extra laps? Are those three laps fake? Why is he still so calm? Although Cyril doesn’t love Exercise, but I didn't feel that I was so vain.

Steve forcibly pulled Cyril up: "Take a few steps, it's not good to sit down now."

It's okay to take two steps.

Teacher Benshan’s words seemed to be still in Cyril’s ears. The natural funny tone of the Northeast dialect and Steve’s calm voice were combined. Cyril wanted to laugh inexplicably. Pull yourself together and start walking with Steve.

"I now believe that you haven't eaten protein or powder." Cyril said without thinking.

"what?"

"The weak muscles that have eaten protein and powder will not have such good physical strength as you, buddy, your muscles must be real!" Cyril nodded as he spoke, with a sincere praise.

Steve laughed: "You still remember this, then I can only thank you for your compliment."

Cyril raised his eyebrows, looking a little arrogant.

Steve didn't know what tsundere was. He just felt that Cyril was very cat-like at the moment, proud and hoped that others would move his hair. For a while, he also wanted to laugh. Young people in this era are still very cute.

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet, I just invited you to have some dessert with coffee for breakfast."

"Drinking coffee after exercising early in the morning doesn't seem very good." Steve disapproved again.

Cyril put his arms around Steve's shoulders—it was a bit difficult—in fact, he wanted to hug his neck, but he couldn't reach it. He looked like a good brother: "Steve, although your parents gave you I took the name of Captain America, but I don’t think you always look so old-fashioned, like a young man, just drink a cup of coffee, no problem!”

After all, he is young, and he has not encountered too many hardships. There are stars in his eyes, and he is very lively. Steve can't help but feel soft-hearted. People like them who have gone through the war years just want to protect Children's smiles?Even Cyril is not considered a child at his age, but he is still a child for a "90-year-old" old man.

"Okay." It's okay to drink coffee once or twice in the morning.

Cyril and Steve walked down Avenue No.18, "If I hadn't had time today, I wouldn't have been lured to Bensenhe by you."

Steve smiled inclusively: "Of course, thank you very much."

While drinking coffee, they chatted about the Atlantic Ocean scenery in Bensenhe District. Steve felt that he had only been there when he was very young. Later, with the economic crisis and war, he never went to see it with a leisurely mood. across the sea.However, his explanation to Cyril was that he never went to the beach again when he was a child because of family problems. Cyril was not busy today, but seeing Steve’s lonely face, he finally relented and came to Bensenhe with him. district.

Bensenhe District has convenient transportation and strong popularity, and it is as lively as going to a market every day.Under the elevated subway, densely packed businesses provide everything from brand-name boutiques to cheap discounted goods, vegetables and fruits, catering and snacks, fashion clothing, shoes, hats and glasses, gold, silver and jewelry, flowers and gifts, furniture and lighting, medicines and groceries, ... all inclusive, suitable for both refined and popular tastes.Due to the free operation of multi-ethnic groups, exotic flavors can be found everywhere; Chinese small supermarkets, restaurants, and Hong Kong-style cakes and tea restaurants have emerged from scratch. Of course, the scale is far from Chinatown, but it has brought great convenience to the nearby Chinese. It is also very popular with foreign customers, and business is generally booming.

The southern tip of Bensenhe faces the vast Atlantic Ocean.There is a promenade that stretches for several miles along the beach, with the Vanlezzano Bridge connecting Staten Island as a backdrop, and the seagulls shuttle, and the scenery is picturesque.When the weather is sunny and sunny, it is a good place for people to take a walk, fish, sit, read, refresh, ride a bicycle, or play and have a picnic on the lawn next to it.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when they arrived, and the sun was shining. Steve bought two green coconuts, and the two of them held a coconut and sipped a refreshing drink.

"I like to eat fresh coconut meat." Cyril was just sitting on a bench on the beach when he said this, "but I don't like the coconut fruit of this kind of green coconut so much, it's not crisp at all."

"Then you can buy the coconut you like and eat it."

"That kind of shell is very hard, and it's hard for me to imagine that I found a hammer to smash it." Cyril curled his lips.Hawkers in the United States do not have shell opening services at all. He was a southerner in his previous life. When he bought a potato, he could ask the boss to cut it into strips. homesick.

Steve only saw that Cyril suddenly fell silent, with a sense of loss shrouded in him, he frowned suspiciously, do you want to eat coconut so much?

Cyril found some other topics. He saw that Steve seemed to have a sense of precipitation from the last century, so he chatted with him about history and museums. After all, he has lived two lives, although sometimes his behavior is childish , is still relatively mature mentally, so the chat with Steve can be regarded as harmonious.

"Let's go and eat."

Before he knew it, it was already noon, and Cyril had already digested what he ate in the morning.

"Why don't I take you to an old restaurant." Steve suggested.

"Where?"

"Not too far from where we live, there is an old shop that has been open since World War II. The Mexican grilled meat there is delicious." Steve's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia.

Cyril frowned: "Mexican food?" The long-standing traditional food in the United States is Mexican?

"No, it's an American dish, it's just called by this name."

"Then try it."

Saying that, Cyril stood up and took a step, and then——

"oops!"

"hiss--"

The first sound was Cyril's exclamation, and the second sound was Steve picking up Cyril who was about to fall into the sand pit. Cyril hit Steve's jaw hard, and the steely Steve also Can't help taking a breath.

The posture of the two of them was awkward for a while, and Cyril was almost in Steve's arms. He jumped out quickly and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your...your jaw is fine."

"It's okay." Steve rubbed his chin, frowning slightly from the pain.

Cyril carefully looked at Steve's chin, the place where he hit it was already red, although his own head hurts, but he is the "culprit" after all, isn't he?

Steve lowered his eyebrows and watched Cyril approaching, and couldn't help holding his breath.

Cyril looked at his chin and felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he raised his eyes and looked into a pair of clear blue eyes: "..."

He stood up quickly: "Well, your chin is still intact, not disfigured." Why do you feel a little gay in gay?

Steve also touched his nose in embarrassment, and subconsciously followed Cyril's words: "Ah, it's fine if you don't lose your appearance, it's fine if you don't lose your appearance."

Cyril couldn't explain it in his heart. He thought that someone as delicate as his ex-boyfriend would care about his appearance, but he didn't expect that a boxing coach like Steve, who was as big as [-] and [-] rough, would also care about his appearance.But yes, good-looking people always care more about their faces.

Even though he always thought he was a straight man of steel two years ago, he would still use some simple skin care products, but after he got bent and had a flirtatious boyfriend, he became more refined.

It's easy to leave footprints on the sand, and it's also uneven everywhere, but you can't expect the sand to be as smooth as concrete, can you?

"Do you often fall?" Steve looked at the beach, he rarely saw a grown man fall while walking.

"No, I never fall. This is called stumbling, but staggering is not called wrestling." Cyril argued sophistry.

Steve's face was indescribable: "But if I don't hold you, won't you fall?"

"Maybe I can hold on! After all, I have already stumbled out of experience." Cyril was inexplicably proud.

Well, Cyril once had a physical examination. Although he is not flat feet, his arches are not as large as normal people, so he does often stagger. In addition, he does not like sports, and his balance is even worse.

"Okay, then let's go eat." Steve let out a breath slowly, he thought, he really still doesn't understand the young people nowadays.

"Let's go."

They passed many ethnic streets along the way, people who speak many languages ​​meet together, it is very lively, this is also very real, it is not that Cyril is hypocritical, but he just recalled the things in his previous life, and the feeling of being in another world is still there The lively place calmed down.

He said with emotion: "It's really nice here."

"Come again if you have a chance."

The author has something to say:

Natasha: Didn't expect the ten thousand year old virgin to be enlightened so suddenly?

Steve (stubborn): No, this is just an appointment between ordinary friends.

Natasha: Hehe