chase a hammer

"Go and tell him, don't you fucking tell him, come here to beat me up??"

What is said about practicing boxing is all fucking fake.

The old friend in front of him gritted his teeth, looked at Yin Jin who was silent on the bench, and said, "Is this why I came out to make sandbags for you?"

On the bench in the lounge of the boxing gym, the man with the towel hanging around his neck looked indifferent, with a bit of gloom all over his body, Wen raised his eyelids and said, "You don't know how to hide without a sandbag."

Old friend: "..."

He said with a blank expression: "It's the person who deserves not to go back. If it's me, I'll pack up my things and leave overnight."

Yin Jin didn't speak, just unscrewed the water bottle, raised his head and took a few sips, his brows and eyes were full of gloom.

Looks like a rare irritability.

After all, Wu Chu hadn't had a good word with him for more than a month, and basically fell asleep as soon as he touched his pillow every day after returning home, and he wholeheartedly cooperated with the team's recovery plan.

Sometimes it is estimated that Wu Chu himself is slow to realize the negligence, and wants to accompany him well, but watching movies with him makes him strain his eyelids from exhaustion.

Yin Jin was also reluctant to torment him, so he could only minimize the time they spend together, and set aside time for Wu Chu to have a good rest.

The old friend gloated for a while, sat next to Yin Jin and patted him on the shoulder pretendingly to comfort him: "Ah, I didn't say that, this young man, he will go home when he's tired enough playing outside."

"Don't look at your family, Wu Chu, who can't go home for training all day long, and doesn't call you a day, let alone a text message. It's like he doesn't have you in his heart, but he still loves you."

"At least he's home at night, right?"

As he was talking, even the old friend couldn't hold back his laugh hypocritically, and gloatingly patted Yin Jin on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Persist a little longer."

"After a few years, you will be the unknown man behind the new racing champion."

He blew more and more loudly and sighed: "Good guy, when the time comes to interview your people, from one end to the other, it's really spectacular."

"Tsk, at that time you might be a little old, and you don't know if your Wu Chu still likes you."

Yin Jin looked at his old friend who was talking with great interest, expressionless, and spat out the words like gold: "Get lost."

The old friend just sighed: "I lost my favor, an old man who no one wants, it really changed my face like a change of sky..."

Yin Jin kept a cold face, and listened to the old friend beside him continue: "But I'm serious, you can't stand it now, and if he goes abroad to compete and flies around, what will you do?"

"Don't tell me to fly with him."

The old friend naturally knew that the Yin family was such a big company that it was impossible for Yin Jin to accompany Wu Chu to fly around the competition.

Yin Jin threw the mineral water bottle into his old friend's arms, and said coldly, "It's not that we can't see each other."

"He still has a winter break, so he can do whatever he wants."

The old friend didn't speak, just stared at him, and sighed after a long while: "You're really fucked up."

In the circle, he had never seen anyone in their group who could suppress himself from interfering with his partner's affairs like Yin Jin.

The old friend asked himself, if it was him, he would not be able to do this. He can provide the best resources to the other party, but he can't watch the other party get further and further away from him step by step.

This is almost a common problem of the group of people in the circle. Rather than saying that they have a strong desire for control, it is better to say that they do not want variables to appear around them.

This kind of mentality is the arrogance engraved in their bones when they grew up in a luxurious environment.

Yin Jin got up, picked up the glove, stretched his neck and walked towards the door of the lounge.

The old friend stared at his back dumbfounded and said, "Still beating?"

"Fucking find someone else to fight, I won't fight anymore."

Yin Jin glanced at him in surprise and said, "Who said I wanted to fight you?"

"Sandbags are better at hiding than you, why don't I look for you with sandbags?"

An old friend with a dull pain in his body: "..."

---

"The data show that you are recovering well, Chu."

"Rest awhile."

In the recovery room full of equipment, Wu Chu was wearing a black vest, with his hands on his knees, his chest was heaving a little, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

After hearing the blond man's words, Wu Chu smiled at the blond man in front of him, then wiped his forehead with a towel casually, revealing some sharp eyebrows and eyes.

He looked a bit absent-minded, his whole body was almost as if he was fished out of the water, his whole body was wet, his black vest was stuck to his skin, and the silver necklace was resting on his collarbone, which was faintly exposed.

The blond man is his current rehabilitation therapist, and he was chatting with him about some rehabilitation data. Halfway through the conversation, he seemed to notice Wu Chu's absent-mindedness, so he stopped and asked curiously, "Chu, what's the matter?"

Wu Chu nodded, as if lost in thought: "Ah, yes, I think it's all right..."

Halfway through the speech, he realized that the person in front of him was asking him a question. The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he said after a while, "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

The blond man only thought that he was concerned about the progress of his recovery. After all, he had never seen a recovering patient who was as cooperative as Wu Chu. He comforted him: "Chu, don't worry, you are recovering very well now..."

Wu Chu rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said honestly: "Sorry, I was distracted just now because I was thinking about my lover."

The blond man who was about to comfort Wu Chu: "..."

Wu Chu put his hands on his knees, he raised one hand and put it on the back of his neck, touched the silver chain with his fingertips, and said embarrassedly: "I haven't talked to him properly for a long time."

While talking, he said with a melancholy expression: "I think he's a little sad, but when I went to kiss him, he asked me to go to bed early."

Compared with the beast that dragged him back by his ankle in the middle of the night, Yin Jin has changed completely now, with great restraint, even if he kissed for a long time, Yin Jin would rather take a cold shower than let him sleep.

Blonde man: "..."

He sighed. At nearly forty years old, he could see Wu Chu's distress at a glance. He thought for a while and said, "Or can you care more about your lover in your daily life?"

"For example, remind him to eat on weekdays, and remind him to add clothes when it's cold..."

Wu Chu was slightly taken aback, and seemed to realize that he had indeed never said these words to Yin Jin.

Wu Chu hesitated a bit, he hesitated and said, "Will this disturb him?"

The blond man's eyes widened, as if in disbelief: "Why do you feel disturbed?"

Wu Chu touched the back of his neck in embarrassment and said, "He seems to be busy all the time."

Such a big company, Wu Chuguang thought with his toes, and he could also think of how busy Yin Jin was usually.

The blond man sighed, looked at Wu Chu, and said encouragingly: "No, Chu, you are wrong. If my lover reminds me like this, I will be very happy."

Wu Chu thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, let me try."

The blond man smiled gratifiedly, and extended the rest time specially, leaving some time for Wu Chu thoughtfully.

---

"Looking for Yin Jin?"

"Oh, he's here, right next to me."

"His mobile phone was placed next to me, and I picked it up. Nothing happened to him."

"I'll go over and give him the phone now."

Holding the phone, the old friend walked into the boxing room, raising his eyebrows at the man on the stage to signal to stop.

Wu Chu leaned on the handrail of the stairs, put one hand on the handrail, and said embarrassedly to the other end of the phone: "It's okay, I have nothing to do with him."

Wu Chu frowned slightly when he heard the loud noise on the other end of the phone, "Are you guys in the gym?"

The old friend raised his eyes and looked at the man on the stage looking down at him, his expression was indifferent, and his black hair was a little wet on his forehead. He didn't hear clearly what Wu Chu asked for a while, and only half understood: "Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Wu Chu supported the handrail of the stairs, nodded and said comfortingly, "It's pretty good, but he's not in good health, he needs to exercise more."

Otherwise, I will always be sick like before.

Facing the dented sandbag beside the man, the old friend said with a complicated expression: "Yes, exercise more..."

Yin Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person holding the phone until he saw the person in front of him silently mouthing: "Wu Chu."

He was stunned, took the phone, and the breath around his body visibly improved, raised his eyebrows, and whispered softly: "What's wrong?"

Wu Chu smiled, embarrassed and whispered: "It's okay, it's just a break, and I want to talk to you all of a sudden."

Yin Jin's throat moved. As he walked down the stage, he said softly and softly, "I'll pick you up after get off work?"

The breath on his body was completely different from the gloomy appearance just now, and even brought a rare gentleness, which made the old friend behind him dumbfounded.

Even when passing by him, Ruoyou Ruowu bumped his shoulder lowly, raising her eyebrows to silently signal to him.

You're the fucking old man nobody wants.