The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

The world is always full of twists and turns, just like unscrupulous leaflets may also promote a serious gym, a decent gym may also have a crooked boss, and a crooked boss may also be a serious coach.

After asking repeatedly and getting an affirmative answer of "I just want to learn boxing", the boss of the strong man regretfully brought Yang Yan to the boxing area and said that he would teach him personally.

"Are you really not thinking about yoga?" the brawny boss asked unwillingly.

"Are you really not considering changing to a professional and less talkative coach?" Yang Yan asked with a dark face.

"I'm a professional." The brawny boss was dissatisfied with Yang Yan's words.As soon as he raised his chest, the words "Baby Bear" appeared on his chest muscles, "I used to rely on this for a living!"

As he spoke, he fastened his boxing gloves skillfully.

Lin Siji and Yang Yan looked at each other.

While the guy looked unreliable, his gloves and biceps looked decent.

So Yang Yan didn't continue to insist on changing the coach, he silently picked up another pair of gloves beside him, and put them on like the boss.

Halfway through, Yang Yan's poor hands-on ability restricted him again.With one hand bound, Yang Yan clumsily tried to put a glove on the other hand, but failed.

Yang Yan struggled twice, Lin Siji knowingly came over and helped him put the glove on the other hand.

The boss turned his gaze between the two of them a few times and landed on Yang Yan.

He said, "So, cutie, to what extent do you want to learn? Do you want to learn a bluffing posture where you can take pictures and send them to Moments, or do you want to learn something real."

Yang Yan doesn't like other people giving him some strange nicknames for no reason.

He frowned, and said coldly: "It's Yang Yan. Do you still distinguish between teaching?"

"Of course I will." The boss smiled, "There are too few people who come here who really want to learn boxing. Most of them are just on a whim, and they give up after two visits. To deal with these customers, just teach some tricks, they are happy , I am also happy to relax."

Yang Yan calmly said: "Then I will work hard for you this time."

"Ambition." The boss raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled, "Are you sure, cutie, it's tiring to study hard."

"Yang Yan." Yang Yan corrected, "I'm sure, let's start directly."

"Okay." The boss muttered, "Then it seems that this job will not be easy."

Although the boss seems unreliable, he really has nothing to criticize in terms of professionalism.

Moreover, he explained the difficulties very intimately before teaching.

Getting started in boxing is nothing but tiring.

Because it is the first day of teaching.The boss didn't teach anything rare, but simply demonstrated the correct punching posture, and asked Yang Yan to follow suit.

After making sure that Yang Yan's posture was correct and that his punches would not hurt his wrist, the boss brought him to the sandbag.

"The fastest way to get started is punching sandbags." The boss patted the sandbags and said with satisfaction, "Come on, follow the punching movements I taught you just now. Each movement has two sets, and each set lasts 3 minutes."

Yang Yan did as the boss said.

He thought it was the beginning, but unexpectedly, he stood in front of the sandbag until the end of the course.

The action of hitting the sandbag was more laborious than imagined, and after a set, there was a slight pain in the wrist.After two sets, the arm muscles began to feel sore, and after a few more sets, the soreness and numbness caused by squatting gradually spread to the legs.

After the first few groups were over, Yang Yan could still maintain a standing posture to rest.The further he went to the back, the longer his rest intervals, the louder his panting, and the trembling of his legs. It became very difficult to maintain an upright position, so he could only choose to squat down or bend down to support his knees to rest.

The boss did not urge Yang Yan, and only waited for him to slowly stand up straight after taking a deep breath, and then issued the next instruction: "Okay, start the next group."

When the boss announced the end of today's class, Yang Yan directly fell to the ground without strength.

His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and his forehead hair was completely soaked, sticking to his forehead in strands.The down jacket and sweater that had been taken off were put aside, and the gray lining was stained with sweat, with obvious dark marks.

Yang Yan propped his hands behind his back, his chest heaved violently, his face was blushing, obviously he was very tired.

The boss took off his boxing gloves, strolled to him and squatted down.

"Basic skills are like this. It's okay today, but I will only be more tired in the future." The boss said, "So cutie, do you still have to study hard?"

"Yang Yan." Yang Yan corrected, brushing back the sweat-dripping hair on his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Study."

"Backbone." The boss smiled, "I forgot to introduce myself before. My surname is Xiong, and my name is Feixiang. You can call me Brother Fei or Brother Xiang."

"Okay." Yang Yan took a few deep breaths and managed to stabilize his breath, "See you tomorrow."

Xiong Feixiang left, Yang Yan lowered his head and panted for a while, a pair of sneakers suddenly appeared in his lowered vision.

He stared at the shoes for a few seconds, then whispered, "You haven't been exercising, what kind of sneakers are you wearing?"

"Let's have a formality." Lin Siji stood in front of him, smiling, "Besides, I'm tired just looking at you, rounding it up counts as exercise."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, making a gesture to pull Yang Yan up.

"Boxing gloves are dirty." Yang Yan raised his head and reminded.

"It's okay." Lin Siji said, "I will wash my hands."

Only then did Yang Yan grab his hand and use his strength to stand up.

His legs lost strength from staying in a half-squat position for a long time.

Lin Siji glanced at his trembling trouser legs, and asked, "Do you want me to carry you back?"

Yang Yan refused: "It hasn't reached that level yet."

Lin Siji smiled, and didn't insist anymore, only lagging behind Yang Yan when he went out and down the stairs, and reached out to support him in time when his center of gravity was unstable, so as to prevent him from falling headlong down the steps.

After lunch, after returning to the dormitory to rest for about half an hour, Yang Yan's schedule came to the "rest" area in Lin Siji's plan.

In line with the meticulous nature of realists, Lin Siji even made a schedule for Yang Yan and printed it out.

Yang Yan took the schedule, pointed to the afternoon schedule, and asked suspiciously: "What is the 'rest' here?"

"It's just class." Lin Siji ruthlessly broke his fluke mentality, "Of course, due to the exhaustion of other schedules, I personally think that you can be lazy and rest in the afternoon class."

Yang Yan put away the schedule and said indifferently: "Thank you for your suggestion, I will do it."

However, when Yang Yan got out of bed and was about to "rest", a serious problem confronted him.

He couldn't get out of bed.

When he just finished boxing, although he was tired, Yang Yan had the ability to act independently.And after noon, a tired and sour feeling surged up from every corner of his body, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

The Nanyi dormitory is a classic bed and table, the beds are all on the top, and you can go up and down through the ladder.

When going down the first section of the ladder, Yang Yan sensed something was wrong.

As soon as the foot stepped on the fulcrum, the numbness like an electric shock rushed from the calf to the brain all the way.

Yang Yan's legs trembled, and he grasped the bedside railing with both hands to stabilize his center of gravity.

However, his arm muscles were also exhausted from being tensed for a long time, and now he had more energy than he wanted to maintain his balance.

Yang Yan could only find the balance point of strength between the legs, feet and arms, and carefully distributed the strength, moving down little by little.

Liang Tao came out of the bathroom, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Yan crawling down tremblingly.

He froze on the spot, and said in astonishment: "What's the situation, why do you go down the stairs like going down the flames?"

Yang Yan was still moving down with difficulty, and said without turning his head: "I punched you."

"No, how can you do this just by practicing boxing?" Liang Tao was still astonished, "You were beaten by a fitness coach, right?"

Yang Yan thought of the three big characters "Baby Bear" on Xiong Feixiang's chest, and also remembered his coquettish posture that didn't match his appearance...

He trembled unconsciously, and his body trembled because of the trembling. If it weren't for the firm grip of his hands, he would almost have fallen down the stairs directly.

"To some extent." Yang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Psychological beating."

Liang Tao stopped talking, but he didn't walk away, he just watched Yang Yan struggling on the stairs silently, without any intention of coming up to help.

Yang Yan endured and endured, the next step of the ladder was inexplicably far away, he stretched his feet for a long time, but he couldn't reach the next fulcrum.

This already made Yang Yan very irritable, but Liang Tao, who was watching all this from behind, amplified this feeling.

"Then what..." Liang Tao finally spoke, "I think there is something I have to tell you."

"Fart fast." Yang Yan gritted his teeth.

Liang Tao thought about it and said: "This height, in fact, you can just jump down directly."

Yang Yan's body froze, he looked back and found that he was standing on the last step of the ladder, and the ground was further down.

The distance from the ground to the first step of the ladder is much wider than the distance between the two steps. No wonder he just stretched his feet for a long time and couldn't reach it.

Seeing the situation clearly, Yang Yan let go and fell straight to the ground, staggering for a while because he couldn't stand still.

Liang Tao was terrified when he saw it, and stepped forward to support him: "Can you go now, or I will carry you to class."

"No." Yang Yan refused, "It's too embarrassing."

"Okay, shame on you, I'll go first." Liang Tao withdrew his hand, he turned around and put his bag on his back, sticking out his tongue, "The teacher is too fierce, I don't want to be scolded."

The result of not wanting to be ashamed is to be late.

When Yang Yan walked into the classroom tremblingly, it was already 10 minutes into class.

The teacher had a good impression of him, so he didn't reprimand him much, and only said to go out earlier next time.

Yang Yan slowly moved to the seat, and when he sat down, he knocked the sleeping Liang Tao awake.

After waking up, Liang Tao overreacted and stood up abruptly...

Then he was severely reprimanded by the teacher.

Considering Yang Yan's situation, the evening rehearsal was changed to reading the script and analyzing the emotions of the characters.

The mental work greatly relieved the physical discomfort. Yang Yan devoted himself to the process of studying the script, and seriously discussed his views on the protagonist with Lin Siji.

When the alarm clock on Lin Siji's mobile phone sounded to tell him to turn off the lights, the two of them paused, looking at the time, they were almost at the access control point of the dormitory.

"Then let's come here first today." Lin Siji said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay." Yang Yan said.

He propped himself up on the table and wanted to get up, but was pushed back to his seat by a more sore feeling than at noon.

Seeing him like this, Lin Siji sighed, walked to his seat, squatted down with his back to him, and made a standard back-to-back posture.

"No..." Yang Yan reflexively refused.

"No more." Lin Siji sighed with a smile, "The door will be closed immediately, go back at your speed...I don't want to go through the window."

Then you can go first.

Yang Yan thought.

The sentence lingered on his tongue several times, but finally he didn't say it.

Lin Siji maintained his squatting position, he felt his body sink suddenly, and the hot air with the smell of milk puffed on his neck.

Lin Siji curled his lower lip, put his hand around Yang Yan's thigh, stood up, and walked towards the dormitory with his back on his back.