After being seized by the pillow man

There were no referees, the coach moved a few times, and he punched directly. He aimed at the door, but finally withdrew his strength and his movements slowed down significantly.

Xi Han turned his head to avoid it, and raised his hand to punch him. He moved quickly, and after his right fist was blocked, his elbow went directly to the brow bone. Kind of casual.

The person in front of him was wearing a sportswear, and the muscles on his body were faintly visible. It wasn't the kind of muscular body that was trained by eating protein in the gym, but it was definitely full of explosive power.

Agile and quick, he has not used his legs yet, and he can't be underestimated just by attacking with an elbow.

He is definitely well-trained.

This is the coach's first thought.

He shook his head left and right, the blood in his heart was aroused, and he raised his voice: "Come on, brother, let's have a good fight!"

Xi Han moved his wrist and said in a deep voice, "Come on!"

The movement here gradually attracted people from the outside training, all practicing boxing, watching the fight around the ring.

One boxing and one muay thai, there is nothing false, and the hands are straight and straightforward. The muay thai man has a smooth figure and looks like an elite, but he has heavy punches and legs, rarely dodges, and directly faces the attack.

The coach only felt that the fist in front of him was flying fast, he backed up again and again, the elbow of his right hand struck towards the brow bone, almost at the same time a low-sweeping kick struck, bringing the sound of wind towards his thigh.

The lethality of traditional Muay Thai is strong, the attacks of elbows and legs can almost be called fierce, and the elbows are as sharp and fierce as knives.

The person in front of him is not a showman, he was really trained by being beaten, and his appreciation is very low. He is almost completely for actual combat, and every move he makes is for the purpose of killing people.

At that moment, the coach knew clearly that he couldn't take this leg at all.

He gritted his teeth for a moment and wanted to endure it forcefully, but saw the man stopped and relieved his strength, touched him slightly with meaning, and then said: "Tap as far as it goes."

The coach was also very refreshing, and the two boxing gloves touched each other: "Amazing!"

There were bursts of booing from the audience, and some people shouted to fight again. It was only a minute ago, and I didn't enjoy watching it.

The coach laughed: "Come, come, come up and fight."

No matter what kind of fight, I always feel that if I continue to fight, I will die.

Xi Han walked up to Yin Yansheng, took off his gloves and said with a smile, "Manager Yin, how did I do?"

His breath was still well-proportioned, as if he had gone through a slow jog, walking over leisurely.

Yin Yansheng checked him hastily first, and after making sure that he was not injured, he was relieved and said, "Xi Han, you are too powerful."

His brows and eyes are full of seriousness, and Xi Han's figure is reflected in his pitch-black pupils, as if the sky is full of stars soaked in it, and others can't see it anymore.

Xi Han curled his lips, wondering if it was because of this compliment that there was a faint smile on his face all the time.

Someone walked up to Xi Han: "Brother, you have learned Muay Thai for a few years, that low sweeping leg is really handsome, it looks like a martial arts movie."

The shots are crisp and sharp, and the moves are fierce and domineering. If you play happily, you can't enjoy watching it.

Xi Han said: "13 years."

The man hissed, in disbelief: "It's been too long." He just wanted to pretend to be aggressive, to sweep his legs or something.

When I hear this time, I get dizzy.

Xi Han took off his gloves, and said casually: "I learned it 13 years ago, and practiced it one after another, but I never lost it."

The man nodded and left by himself.

Yin Yansheng knelt down and stretched out his hands to pinch Xi Han's calf muscles, and then touched his knees. Xi Han avoided chuckling: "Want to touch it? Don't stay here, I'll touch it for you when I get home."

He would be a little unscrupulous again, his deep eyes flicked over, with a little smile, no different from a flirt.

Yin Yansheng didn't stop as usual this time, he stood up and took Xi Han's arm, and touched the elbow joint. Xi Han was actually quite white, but the elbow was darker and rough to the touch. .

Yin Yan's voice is clear, this is the trace left by the practice all the time.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly said, "Does it hurt you to practice?"

These words are simply nonsense. There is no such thing as tired or painful when practicing boxing. Only by being beaten countless times by others can one learn how to beat others.

He also watched some events on the Internet media, such as Muay Thai and UFC. It is common to see blood in the ring. It is not surprising that he was beaten to internal bleeding and failed to be rescued.

But it's really strange, he didn't feel anything when he practiced by himself, but when he thought of Xi Han being beaten down or kicked unconscious, it was as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

He would rather he smoked, drank, and was a playboy, and he was pampered and pampered.

Xi Han said: "It's okay."

He was taught by a professional boxer, and he learned it step by step. Even if he fights, the referee will fight regularly in the presence of medical staff, and the protection measures are perfect.

Moreover, Feng Yiran has also learned how many times he practiced with Jiang Yu, but now he doesn't know if he lost it or not.

Xi Han looked at Yin Yansheng, and lightly patted him on the shoulder: "Little friend, I have never fought black fists or signed a life-and-death certificate, so don't worry about it."

Yin Yansheng's lips were still in a straight line, and he took Xi Han's hand to look carefully. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his mood was still a little depressed.

In the end, he continued to communicate with the coach. Xi Han changed into other clothes and waited for him there. Two hours later, the two went home together.

When Yin Yansheng came out of the shower, dinner was already ready. The fried steak was served with squeezed juice, and the aroma could waft downstairs.

Xi Han put a glass of wine there, the purple-red liquid was filled in a goblet, and when he shook it lightly, there was a beautiful swirl.

Yin Yansheng glanced at the wine in Xi Han's hand, Xi Han paused, took a cup, poured some for him and pushed it in front of him, the liquid in it shook slightly: "Sometimes I forget that you have already graduated .”

In the past, when Xi Han was drinking, he gave Yin Yansheng yogurt, juice, milk, etc. Even if he wanted him to taste the wine, it was only a sip or two. Over time, he habitually refused to pour wine for Yin Yansheng.

Yin Yansheng took a sip. In fact, he couldn't drink this kind of wine, or he couldn't drink it all the time. He only felt it was bitter. .

He frowned indistinctly, and swallowed by himself.

Xi Han didn't miss this subtle expression, pushed the juice in front of him and took away the cup just now: "Little friend, drink some of this."

Yin Yansheng didn't drink the juice, he looked at the man in front of him and suddenly said, "How long have you been drinking?"

Xi Han thought in his heart, this time is really not short, he learned to drink and smoke when he was a teenager, at least it was nearly ten years.

Xi Han thought for a while: "It's just... a few years."

"What about smoking?"

"... maybe a few years."

Xi Han met Yin Yansheng's gaze, feeling inexplicably guilty for a moment.

Yin Yansheng said: "Have you had a physical examination? How about the liver blood routine and lungs?"

He can often see Xi Jiaojiao drinking or smoking, and he always feels unhealthy.

Xi Han took out his mobile phone, clicked on a physical examination report, and handed it to Yin Yansheng: "Look at this."

It seemed as if he had finally swept away the guilty conscience just now, and returned to his usual laziness: "Here are all my medical reports."

Yin Yansheng looked at it, it was a full set of physical examination, there were nearly 40 items in the blood test alone, including genetic cancer screening and overall score.

Yin Yansheng looked at the small print, and said expressionlessly: "The doctor advises you to quit smoking and drinking." You need to have a good rest.

Xi Han raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned back leisurely, and said lazily: "Well, I don't intend to accept his suggestion."

Yin Yansheng: ...

He watched Xi Jiaojiao relax and fall back, very sluggish, "not accepting the suggestion" could make him say it aboveboard, as if he had done a very correct thing.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Xi Han moved the cup with his fingers, and said calmly: "Am I still delicate? Huh?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he had the feeling of a carnivore on his body. Whether he was usually relaxed or lazy, he was always aggressive at other times.

Yin Yansheng really laughed.

He seldom smiles, and when he smiles, there is a feeling of flowers blooming, the corners of his eyes and brows are bright, without any coldness and arrogance.

After laughing enough, Yin Yan said: "You are not delicate." You have to stroke along the hair first.

Satisfied, Xi Han sat up little by little, cut the meat into small pieces, and picked a part that he was most satisfied with, and handed it to Yin Yansheng's lips.

After watching Yin Yansheng eat it, he took a sip and took another sip of the wine.

Yin Yansheng saw that his lips were stained a little red, and added in his heart: But you are still delicate.

Xi Jiaojiao.

The author has something to say: even if he can kill a cow with one punch, he is still pretty in Yin Zai's eyes.