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

Although boxing involves a lot of exercise, Yang Yan is young after all. Boys in their early 19s seem to have an inexplicable ability to heal themselves.The muscle soreness at the beginning did make Yang Yan suffer a lot, but under the effect of powerful body functions, within a few days, Yang Yan returned to a state of being alive and kicking.

In order to celebrate the return of his feet to the ground, Yang Yan happily ordered milk tea on the night of "healing", and then lived up to expectations and was chased by the security guards and ran out of several school roads.

As for why he didn't let Lin Siji help him "smuggle" milk tea...

Because before, Lin Siji became famous in the first battle by stealing the takeaway with his hands, and he became a well-known "star" among the security guards of Nanyi.

The fat orange and thin mouse duo who failed to catch up with Yang Yan and Lin Siji that day angrily informed all the security guards of Lin Siji's deeds, telling them to be vigilant against the gang of students committing crimes.

So Lin Siji became the key caretaker of the security guards. The security guards all knew that there was a student from the director department who "purchased" food for the students from the acting department. If he was caught, he would get at least two 50 yuan...

Afterwards, every time Lin Siji ordered takeout, the security guards would definitely rummage through the bags, and food for more than one person would be severely interrogated, and he would never even think about bringing it into the campus without explaining the reason.

So Lin Siji could no longer order takeaways for Yang Yan or Liangtao... After that...he even joined Yang Yan's smuggling takeaway camp.

For example, last night, when Yang Yan was caught running wildly with takeaway food, the accomplice walking beside him was Lin Siji.

"Why did you run away?" After throwing off the security guard, Yang Yan asked rigorously, "You directed it, ordering takeaway is not illegal."

"Because you grabbed my sleeve when you started running." Lin Siji asked politely, "Maybe you have some hobbies? Do you grab people and run faster? Or are you an elopement fan?"

"That's not elopement." Yang Yan said blankly, "You lover of purple lace and leopard-print underwear."

"It's no different from elopement." Lin Siji retorted, "You are a strange follower who tore off the packaging of purple lace and leopard-print underwear."

Yang Yan: ...

Quarreling is not Yang Yan's strong point, if Lin Siji doesn't plan to give in, then what awaits him is the ending of losing everything.

Yang Yan crushed his fingers unconsciously, the cold wind that day and the harsh feel of lace underwear came to mind.

He stared blankly at Lin Siji for a few seconds, finally bowed his head to admit defeat, took out the milk tea in the bag, and pierced the outer packaging with a straw as if venting.

Lin Siji watched Yang Yan's movements speechlessly, and when he lowered his head to drink, he said, "A gentle reminder, this cup is mine."

Yang Yan's neck froze, and her lips stopped one centimeter away from the straw.

"Your cup is another cup." Lin Siji took the milk tea out of his hand self-consciously, realizing that he could snatch food from the fire.

He lowered his head and took a sip, making an annoying sigh.

"Thank you for inserting the straw for me." Lin Siji floated along with the cold wind with a somewhat frightened voice.

Yang Yan, who was pricking his cup of milk tea with a disheartened face, almost broke the straw with his hand.

"You're welcome." He gritted his teeth indifferently.

Lin Siji smiled, seeing that the little flames were starting to burn upwards, he stopped when he saw it was good, and stopped pouring fuel.

Lin Siji changed the topic: "Why do you suddenly want to drink milk tea today? Don't you want to manage your weight recently?"

The acting department has been advocating for students to manage their body shape.

After all, the lens is the scariest thing. It has the first-class ability to stretch people wide. A small palm-sized face with a mirror may turn into a big cake like the palm of a Buddha, not to mention the unoptimistic ones. Another face shape.

Yang Yan didn't pay much attention to these things at first. His face was naturally smaller than a person's, and his body was also thin.

But this time Director Wang's casting is very important, and the image of a down-and-out boxer obviously cannot be played by someone with fat.

For the scene that Yang Yan was going to act in, the costume was a white vest.

Obviously, it is impossible to achieve Xiong Feixiang's muscular body in a short period of time, but at least the inconspicuous soft flesh on the arms must be reduced to highlight the muscular lines.

So Yang Yan started the fat loss plan. Apart from the daily boxing exercise, another requirement of the plan is dieting.

As the person who had lunch with Yang Yan, Lin Siji intuitively understood Yang Yan's plan.

In recent days, every time Yang Yan ate very little rice, there was no water in the clear soup on the plate, and there was no oil or water at all.

Yang Yan always finished his share, stopped chopsticks first, and looked at Lin Siji who was still eating, his eager and pitiful gaze looked no different from that of a starving wild cat.

Lin Siji was deeply impressed by that look, and only then did he question Yang Yan when he gulped down milk tea with extremely high sugar content.

"It's for weight management." Yang Yan drank milk tea almost greedily, "So this is my dinner."

Lin Siji changed the meaning of his words and frowned: "You didn't eat dinner."

Yang Yan hummed briefly.

"The milk tea has enough calories."

Lin Siji disapproved of his behavior of substituting milk tea for dinner: "It's not good for the stomach."

"Perhaps." Yang Yan was noncommittal.

Lin Siji thought for a while, and said seriously: "Don't do this next time, or I will stop it."

"Oh?" Yang Yan casually took another sip and asked, "How to stop it?"

"I will go to the edge of the fence with you to get takeout as usual, and then when the security guard comes, I will hold you down, raise my hand and shout, 'There are acting students who stole takeout here'."

Yang Yan's movements stopped for two seconds, he turned his head, his eyes faint: "Do some personnel work."

Lin Siji said gently: "Let's have dinner."

In the end, Yang Yan was the first to admit defeat. He looked away and said vaguely: "Okay, I won't do this next time, don't report me."

Only then was Lin Siji satisfied and continued to drink milk tea with his head down

"Good boy."

Obviously, Yang Yan has more interesting topics than the label of good boy.

He drank the milk tea in two or three strokes, squeezed the milk tea cup flat, held it in his hand and played around, and suddenly said: "Can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

Yang Yan stared ahead and spoke surprisingly.

"Won't the purple lace leopard underwear be very uncomfortable to wear? After all, there are lace everywhere."

"..."

"Cough cough...cough cough cough cough."

Lin Siji obviously didn't expect Yang Yan to turn back, he choked on a sip of milk tea, choking heavily.

Tonight's fight between open and secret, Yang Yan finally regained his victory.

Hearing Lin Siji's non-stop coughing, he curled up the corners of his mouth and laughed silently.

After Yang Yan's legs and feet became flexible, he faced a new challenge after not being active for two days.

He discussed with Lin Siji, and agreed that wearing boxing gloves to hit sandbags was not enough tension, and that bare hands could create a more depressive atmosphere and better express the character's inner irritability.

After the discussion, the two made a decision.

Ditch the boxing gloves for bandages.

This change was implemented from the second day of boxing practice.

After listening to the request, Xiong Feixiang raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Are you sure, cutie? This is no joke."

Yang Yan nodded.

Xiong Feixiang repeatedly confirmed that Yang Yan's answer remained unchanged.

"Okay." Xiong Feixiang reluctantly agreed, and he muttered, "You don't even know what you're going to face..."

Xiong Feixiang's warning was very reasonable, Yang Yan really didn't expect what would happen after changing to a bandage.

To be precise, he had thought about it, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

Bandages are no better than boxing gloves, and can fully relieve the impact of hitting a sandbag.

Its shock absorption effect is very limited, which makes Yang Yan, who has already adapted to the gloves, fall into a predicament again.

After finishing the first set of movements, Yang Yan's wrist was shaken so painfully.Even in the next few sets of movements, although Yang Yan tried to adjust his strength, his wrist was still sore after that day, and the skin on the joints was also faintly bruised.

The next day, the situation became more serious. Apart from the pain in the wrist, the back of the hand also became purple and bruised due to the friction.

It was just a small wound at the beginning, and as the unrestrained continuous beating, the wound became more and more serious. At the end, the blood stained the bandage reddish.

Lin Siji frowned watching from the side, he asked Xiong Feixiang, but was told that this was a normal phenomenon.

"Learning this, there is no one who will not shed a layer of skin." Xiong Feixiang shrugged, "Even if you are practicing for fun."

Lin Siji had no choice but to discuss with Yang Yan after the class, whether to change back to wearing boxing gloves to reduce hand injuries.

But Yang Yan was firm.

"It's just a little blood." He said lightly, then looked at Lin Siji and teased, "I thought you were the kind of oppressive director who said 'if you can't die, practice to death'."

Lin Siji had no choice but to smile with him, and turned to the pharmacy to buy bandages and ointments.

He handed the medicine to Yang Yan, seeing Yang Yan obediently put the medicine into the bag, Lin Siji thought to himself.

I thought I was too.

Yang Yan's will is very firm, but excessive practice with bandages is not a trivial matter of "bleeding".

The scab of the broken skin is slow, and it will not wait until it is fully healed and rubbed and damaged by the next blow.

Yang Yan's fist bones became bruised from repeated wounds.

The winter climate made the situation more difficult to deal with, because Yang Yan was worried that wearing gloves might breed bacteria, so Yang Yan could only bare his hands in the cold weather.

His hands were red and swollen by the north wind, the phalanges were blue, the bruises were purple, the wounds were dark red...it looked shocking.

What's more terrible is that Yang Yan is a very big-hearted person, even if his hand is injured like this, he doesn't apply ointment or protection.He always lay in bed every night, and after tossing and turning for a while, he remembered that he might need to apply medicine.But because of laziness and indifference, Yang Yan would rather be tossed and turned in pain and unable to sleep than get out of bed and apply medicine.

His wound became more and more serious after "savage growth", and Lin Siji became suspicious after a few days.

He caught Yang Yan before the boxing class and dug out the unopened ointment from his bag.

Seeing the completely packaged brand new ointment, Lin Siji's face completely darkened.

He strangled Yang Yan's wrist without saying a word, and poured medicine on him with a stern face.

Yang Yan knew he was wrong, so he lowered his head and let Lin Siji move.

The ointment probably contains mint ingredients, and when applied to the wound, it is pungent and painful.

Yang Yan frowned in pain, and retracted his hands instinctively.

"Don't move." Lin Siji said coldly.

Yang Yan didn't move, and after a while he said like a moan: "It hurts..."

Lin Siji paused for a moment, and replied calmly: "Endure it."

Yang Yan could only shrink his neck and stopped talking.

There was some strange grievance in his heart, he thought, why did he feel that speaking softly would make Lin Siji less fierce, at least his expression would be more relaxed...

After applying the medicine, Lin Siji put the medicine in his bag.With a cold face, he said: "Every day from now on, I will watch you apply the medicine."

After finishing speaking, Lin Siji did not let go, but held Yang Yan's hand behind his back.

Yang Yan struggled slightly, but was reprimanded by Lin Siji, and stopped moving.

Lin Siji carefully avoided the wound on the back of Yang Yan's hand, and wrapped Yang Yan's hand with both hands.

Lin Siji's body temperature was on the high side, and Yang Yan could feel the constant warmth coming from his close palm.

He thought that Lin Siji might catch a cold again, because his hands were too cold.

Yang Yan twitched his hand consciously, but Lin Siji's strength was unquestionable, Yang Yan twitched twice, but he didn't twitch, so he had no choice but to give up.

Being caught by Lin Siji, he stood on the spot and whispered to persuade him, it's alright, it's alright, it's already warmed up, let go...

In the distance, Xiong Feixiang was standing by the window, puffing a cloud. He glanced sideways at the two sticky people at the door, and glanced at the roaring heater in the corner.

"Two handsome guys! There is heating here."

Xiong Feixiang shouted to that side, but the two of them still went their own way without any response.

"Tsk tsk, young man." Xiong Feixiang shook his head.He took a puff of smoke out of the window and said sadly.