After being seized by the pillow man

Yin Yansheng's breathing became visibly rapid.

It seemed that a thousand catties of pig iron had been dropped on his arms, his muscles felt sore and hot, and the sweat dripped from his body wantonly, as if he had been drenched by rain.

In this winter, he seemed to be facing the scorching sun, his chest was shaking violently, and there was a rusty taste in his mouth.

Boxing is a sport that consumes a lot of physical strength. Every muscle in the body is concentrated together with concentration, and the pressure on him is like walking on a tightrope.

In the end, the punch was almost a mechanical movement, his speed slowed down significantly, and the angle of raising his arms was no longer parallel to his neck, but slightly lower.

Air strikes are relatively safe, but there are also requirements for movements, because this kind of force is not correct, and you are easy to get injured.

The coach saw that his chance had come.

He stood beside Yin Yansheng: "Raise your arms and move your steps."

"Punch harder."

"One hand attacks and the other defends, and the two punches must be coordinated."

The coach is a professional boxer who has won prizes in Anseong's boxing competition, so there is nothing to say about his professional level.

The only thing is that he is straightforward and simple, and it is easy to teach students to get ahead.

He watched Yin Yansheng's movements, demonstrated with his own hands, and let Yin Yansheng do it step by step.

"Come on, make a punch first, stop and keep it."

The coach looked at it for a while, then raised Yin Yansheng's arm slightly: "Well, this height is right, you have to imagine that there is someone in front of you, and you rush to knock him down."

"Use the core strength of the upper body, not the arms to exert force."

"Keep steady on your feet, dodge flexibly, what should you do if your opponent hits you, hide!"

He himself spoke impassionedly, and started to correct Yin Yansheng's movements, raising his arms for him and adjusting the position of his fists.

Harm, they are all men, punching, isn't it just hitting the flesh with the fist.

This matter is based on conscience. The coach really wants to teach Yin Yansheng. After all, he has received so much money and the students are willing to learn. They will always get some grades. They can't come here to chat for two hours to fool them.

He said again: "Strengthen the upper body, use the core strength of the upper body, and pay attention to your latissimus dorsi."

He was about to reach out to touch Yin Yansheng's back, but when his palm was about to touch, he heard a 'bang', like a heavy object falling to the ground, and a moderate sound resounded in the training room, scaring people all over.

As soon as the coach was stunned, he saw the preparatory customer sitting on the chair pick up the water bottle that was rolling on the ground, looked up at it and said, "Sorry, I dropped it just now."

The coach was a little puzzled: "It's okay, it's okay."

It's strange, why he suddenly felt a little cold on his back.

He turned his head to look at Yin Yansheng, and saw the unsmiling student say, "Coach, I want to take a break, let's continue later."

The coach simply said: "Okay, then take a 10-minute break."

Then he went out to drink water.

There were only two people left in the room. Yin Yansheng leaned on the soft rope and looked at the person who was walking towards him step by step: "Did the water bottle fall to the ground?"

His face is still a little red now, and the sweat on his forehead has gathered into large drops, hanging brightly on his cheeks, dripping down his cheeks, with a slight itchiness.

Yin Yansheng couldn't stand the itching, so he wore boxing gloves and pulled his short sleeves up to wipe off his sweat. Xi Han only saw a thin, white and tough waist flashing in front of his eyes, and then it was put down again.

Xi Han didn't speak.

He just unscrewed the bottle, handed it to Yin Yansheng's lips, and motioned him to have a drink.

The sweet water moisturised his throat very well. After Yin Yansheng drank a few sips, he turned his head away. He had to practice later, so he didn't dare to drink too much.

Well, it's a good thing the water bottle didn't break just now.

Yin Yansheng sat down on the spot and leaned on the soft rope, tilted his head and said softly to Xi Han: "The coach has a daughter."

He is a straight man when he is married, and his daughter is in kindergarten.

Xi Han raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed his finger at Yin Yansheng's deltoid muscle: "Does it hurt here?"

In fact, it hurts, like the muscle is put on the fire to roast, the feeling of burning.

Yin Yansheng looked at Xi Han, his face was porcelain white, and he was less angry. He looked at the non-sticky fireworks, as if he had never suffered. He said, "How can punching not hurt?" There is no actual combat yet, just sandbags and empty fists. If you hit him, you will probably suffer a lot of beatings in the future.

He was out of breath while speaking, and the sweat on his forehead came out again because of the water he drank just now.

Xi Han took out a square scarf from his pocket, the ink color had some patterns on it, he raised his hand to wipe Yin Yansheng's sweat.

Yin Yansheng turned his head away: "No, I just wipe it with my clothes."

This square scarf is very pretty, like an ornament for a suit.

Xi Han didn't take his hands back, and just used a square towel to wipe the sweat off his face, and wiped off the sweat on the eyebrows to prevent it from falling into his eyes.

After wiping, put it away, stretched out his hand to lift the hem of Yin Yansheng's clothes, raised his hand to draw a horizontal line at the width of two fingers below the navel, touched the wet skin with his fingertips, and said, "Manager Yin is so pretty." .”

The voice is a little hoarse, like flirting.

The atmosphere seems to be different.

Yin Yansheng's muscles tensed for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. The jade pendant around his neck was still hidden in his clothes, and a section of red string was exposed on his neck, which was soaked in sweat, and the color changed from red to red. It became a kind of deep red, the same color as winter Rieger Begonia, with a mysterious atmosphere.

Xi Han smiled lowly and said, "When I was sitting there just now, I was thinking whose family's children are so good-looking, but fortunately they belong to my family."

He rubbed Yin Yansheng's arm muscles to help him relax, his voice was very low, accompanied by a deep smile: "I was full of obscene thoughts just now, and now I just want to kiss you."

The voice seemed to come from the distant past, full of sighs and affection, and all the strong emotions were compressed into one sentence: "Little friend, do you want me to kiss you?"

Yin Yansheng turned his head away and didn't dare to look at him again: "I smell of sweat all over my body."

After the words fell, the lamp above his head was covered, and it was a little dark in front of him. He only felt a soft kiss on his forehead.

It was very quick and light, just touched it and then left, and massaged him with lowered eyes.

Yin Yansheng looked at him again and shook his arm: "After I learn this, I will protect you in the future."

As soon as Xi Han stopped moving, he spoke carefully, and said in a way that didn't spoil the children's interest: "...I can probably protect myself."

Yin Yansheng's face was full of disapproval: "No, you are born delicate."

Xi Han: ...

Even if it wasn't the first time I heard a child say 'born delicate', now I still have a strange feeling. Xi Han tried to explain again: "I was in a special situation at the time, and it wasn't delicate."

This filter should be removed.

Yin Yansheng looked at Xi Han, the color of his lips was really delicate, a faint color, he reaffirmed: "You are, you are Xi Jiaojiao."

The last sentence came out smoothly.

I have called Xi Jiaojiao in my heart for five years, and I am more familiar with the word 'Xi Han'.

Xi Han seemed to have heard an auditory hallucination, he raised his head: "Wait, I am... what?"

what?

Yin Yansheng: ...

He turned his head away and covered his eyes with his arms, as if avoiding it.

Xi Han gently moved his arm away, looked into his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What am I?"

Just as Yin Yansheng was about to speak, he heard footsteps coming from the door. It turned out that the coach had returned.

He stood up from the ground at once, shrugged his shoulders and stretched his muscles: "Coach, I can start after I rest."

"Okay." He replied cheerfully, ready to go up to the ring.

Xi Han straightened his clothes, glanced at Yin Yansheng who was standing in the middle of the ring, and said to the coach, "I'm also quite interested in boxing."

The coach said in his heart that I knew you were interested in boxing, so why not come here!

He said: "Then are you interested in coming to our school to learn? There are private one-on-one lessons and big lessons. You can experience it first. I think you also have a foundation in sports. You should get started quickly."

Xi Han let out a 'huh', looked at Yin Yansheng again, and said to the coach, "Which one of you is the best player? I want to practice with him."

The coach laughed all of a sudden.

"It's not brother, you are still picking a teacher, I won the runner-up in Ancheng." He looked Xi Han up and down: "Don't worry, I can teach you."

The figure is not bad, it should be managed, but boxing... tsk tsk tsk, no.

Xi Han took off his shirt and put the clothes on his arms, without further explanation, he just said: "I'm going to change clothes, we'll practice later."

"Manager Yin, can I wear your clothes?" I saw a spare set in the changing room just now.

Yin Yansheng braced himself on the ring, frowning slightly: "Xi Han, don't be like this, my coach is very good." He was afraid of accidents, although he said it could only be done, but he still regretted it.

The coach comforted Yin Yansheng: "Don't worry, it's just a practice, and it won't hurt you." There were students like this before, who were dissatisfied when they came, but they got better after seeing it.

Xi Han said, "It's fine."

Yin Yansheng knew that he was determined, so he took Xi Han to change his clothes, he watched Xi Han put on the same style of short-sleeved trousers, and his brows kept frowning: "Do you care about that name, I have no other meaning. He scratched his palm: "If you care about me, I won't bark anymore."

At worst, I will cry in my heart later.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Xi Han hugged him and kissed him: "I don't care about this title." He just felt sorry for this little friend.

If he takes up boxing because he likes it, that's okay, he can do whatever he likes.

But you can't practice so hard just because you want to protect him. Yin Yansheng should do everything because he likes it, not for others.

There is a fundamental difference between the two situations.

The kid thought he was weak and needed protection, so Xi Han let him see that he at least had the ability to protect himself.

Xi Han gently stroked Yin Yansheng's shoulder, and said comfortingly: "I have learned self-defense, really, I won't lie to you."

Yin Yansheng's mind came up with a series of embroidered fists and legs in short online videos.What about kicking the crotch and inserting eyes, his eyes darkened, and he felt even more hopeless.

Right now, she only pins her hopes on the coach, who seems to be reliable, so she probably won't do anything to Xi Jiaojiao.

From the locker room to the training room, the short distance is extremely painful.

When he arrived in the training room, the coach was already on the ring, Xi Han patted Yin Yansheng on the shoulder, and walked up to the ring from the side.

The coach said to Yin Yan: "Don't worry, it's absolutely fine."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Xi Han, and said frankly: "Brother, don't worry, we'll stop there."

Xi Han moved his wrist and reminded: "I have learned Muay Thai, and I still have a little foundation."

He has always spoken like this. He is definitely not a big talker when he speaks three points. He definitely has a foundation when he says that he has a foundation.

If anyone who is familiar with him knows, he is basically [-]% sure of his appearance.

But the coach doesn't know, men, they all talk like that, especially on this occasion, they all think that they are the best in the world, and they have a foundation in radio gymnastics.

He said, "OK, I'll be careful."

?The author has something to say: Xi Han: You must prove that you are not delicate.