National fitness

"Okay." Xin Ran nodded, "Let's go, let's go eat, we'll talk as we walk."

Friday, August 8th.

In the first half of the school, there will be new students entering the school, and the start of school this year happens to be early.

The next two days will be the registration time for University C, and next Monday, which is the 29th, will officially start classes.

At the beginning of the new semester, Xin Ran will readjust his teaching work as an associate professor and supervisor of postgraduate students.

Starting tomorrow—in fact, starting tonight, he had to get acquainted with his new work arrangement.

But at this moment, Xin Ran put aside the matter of work for the time being, and was silently thinking about the continuation of the class in her heart.

In fact, no matter how many sessions of his fitness class are left, he is ready to continue - the motive is not pure, because Yan Yan's contract expires only half a year ago.

To be honest, two months ago, when his mother held up the colorful fitness card in front of him, he never imagined that there would be a day when he wanted to take the initiative to continue the class.

The two took the elevator downstairs and decided to go to a noodle restaurant for dinner in a rock-paper-scissors way.

Now Yan Yan was relieved: finally he didn't have to watch Xin Ran's provocative ability show off.

"Well, young man," Xin Ran picked up a piece of chopstick noodles, and reported his recent arrangements to Yan Yan, "I may be a little busy in a few days, and I won't be able to spare time for class in the afternoon."

The reason why Xin Ran showed up on time at four o'clock was that he could have dinner with Yan Yan in the evening, and later he got used to having classes at this o'clock in the afternoon.

And Yan Yan, as the most sought-after coach in the gym, no longer has as much time as when he first started working part-time. The daily classes are relatively full, and his students basically come to class at a fixed time.

Therefore, it is not easy for Xin Ran to adjust the time.

"Well, how long will you be busy?"

When Yan Yan heard the words, he didn't ask any more questions.He himself is also approaching the start of school, and he has to go back to school to report and register tomorrow while taking a break.

It's just that he is a fresh graduate at the beginning of school. Unlike the freshmen in the lower grades who have many things to do, there is only one thing he needs to do, which is to get a stamp from the instructor.

"Not sure," Xin Ran said after chewing the noodles in his mouth, "about a week."

"Huh? It's been so long this time?" Yan Yan raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "You don't mean to give yourself a long vacation, do you?"

"Don't tell me, I really want to. But this time I really have something to do."

Xin Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and told the truth - he was 1 unwilling to go back to school to serve those little ancestors.

Yan Yan naturally knew that he was not looking for excuses to prevaricate, so he agreed, it was considered that the adults gave him a lot of leave.

But Yan Shaoxia, who is used to seeing Xin Ran every day, feels awkward in his heart:

"Then I'll give the rest of my time this week to my other students—some people are queuing up and waiting to see what happens. If you want to come back to class again, please make an appointment in advance."

"Hey, it's amazing." Xin Ran smiled, "I made an appointment with you three days in advance, can I join the team then?"

Xin Ran has not mentioned to Yan Yan that she plans to continue the class yet.

He was full of bad water, and wanted to see if Yan Yan would give him a hand in self-promotion.

Xin Ran murmured in his heart: I don't know how the other students in Yan Yan's hands signed up—he has never seen Yan Yan persuade others to buy lessons by selling himself.

Sure enough, good-looking people really take advantage.

Naturally, the noodles were eaten quickly, and the fight between the two ended after a short while. Yan Yan took the elevator bitterly to go back to work. After Xin Ran said goodbye to him, he went downstairs and walked outside the shopping mall.

On the way back, Yan Yan still felt a little awkward.

——Tell me that I have to be busy for a few days and I will finish the work, and I will not give him an exact answer when I will come back to class.

Although this is a very normal thing, there is a subtle sense of loss in his heart, "being left behind".

Yan Yan never thought about his future arrangements, but Xin Ran's words today made him realize a problem: Xin Ran's unattended fitness class is running out.

If you continue to follow the current practice of four sessions a week, you will be able to persist for another two weeks at most.

What about after that?

If Xin Ran is always as busy as this in the future, then... will he continue the class?

If it doesn't continue, then...it should be hard for me to see him again

After returning to the gym for a short rest, Yan Yan was going to teach an uncle.

"Brother Lin, this weight is a bit difficult for you, please put it down first."

"Oh boy, this bell is a bit heavy, but for you and me, brother Lin, it's not a problem to take it down. I think back when I was young, how many girls came to my brother's figure..."

Lin Ge spat twice on his hand with a "bah", eager to try:

"Look, let me give you one..."

Yan Yan had no choice but to retreat behind him, look after him carefully, and said:

"Okay. Then you try, be careful. Prepare the first group, twenty, let's start."

This brother Lin with high eyesight and low abilities has indeed reached the age to be Yan Yan's "uncle", but for the sake of salary, Yan Yan still has to call him "brother" aggrievedly.

Brother Lin squats with the barbell on his shoulders, but he can't get up halfway through the lift, and he is afraid that his waist will slip, so he has to smooth things over for himself:

"Oh, no, no, why is it so heavy? I can't lift it, I'm still old, I can't accept my old age."

"Ha... so where. Give me this, and I'll get you a piece."

Yan Yan slandered in his heart: I said you couldn't lift it, but I didn't listen.

In fact, he usually encounters such things a lot, and usually he doesn't have so much resentment in his stomach, but it seems that he is particularly unhappy when he encounters them today.

Instructing middle-aged people to exercise is a different way from instructing young people, and it takes effort, and it is not as easy as imagined.

For these middle-aged people who are retired at home and have nothing to do, the economic conditions are not bad, and they go to the gym to kill time with the purpose of strengthening their bodies, they need someone to ensure their exercise time rather than professional guidance. Safety.

The intensity of training for this group of people will not be too high, and the rhythm will not be so tight, but the training time is the same, so in many cases, coaches and students need to communicate and communicate more.

Commonly known as chatting with others.

Although it doesn't consume so much physical strength, it is a very tiring and tedious job.

Most of the time, Yan Yan is still very handy in dealing with it, but today he suddenly couldn't suppress his irritability and anger.

After he didn't know how many times he looked at his watch, the time finally slowly climbed to the end of get out of class.

Yan Yan finished stretching Lin Ge patiently, took him to the front desk to sign, and finally watched him into the elevator.

At this point, Yan Yan let out a deep breath of sulk, but he still didn't feel the joy of completing the task, but instead felt a more slack sense of exhaustion.

Yan Shaoxia only thinks that he has entered the "burnout period" of passive sabotage.

He tried his best to adjust his emotions, comforting himself that maybe he was just a little tired after a day of class, and he only needed a hot bath to restore himself to that lively strict dog.

He had to go back to the office to get his clothes first.

Yan Yan closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, and pushed open the door of the small office, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded:

"Young man, are you done with class?"

Xin Ran sat on his bench, glanced at him sideways, and then continued to concentrate on playing with his mobile phone, as if it was a natural thing for him to sit here at this time.

Yan Yan stood there in a daze for a moment, and his mood, which had been depressed all night, suddenly relaxed.

He blinked, walked in quickly and sat down next to Xin Ran, and asked knowingly with a tone of surprise:

"You didn't leave?"

Xin Ran put the phone on the table and stretched a lot, as if she didn't notice the slight change in Yan Yan, she just said:

"I couldn't walk, and I was scared when I stepped out of the shopping mall—the rain was exaggerated. I waited stupidly for more than half an hour, and I didn't see it at all. I knew I was going to have my hair cut."

The location of the private teaching hall is relatively inside, while the cycling classroom is outside. Only the windows on that side open to the outside of the shopping mall.

Yan Yan's mind wandered while attending class tonight, but he didn't notice that many people came in with umbrellas.

"Is it raining? I don't know. Then why don't you come to me for an umbrella?"

Xin Ran raised her eyebrows, and took out Yan Yan's mobile phone from his loose pocket:

"I called you, but you didn't answer. I guess you're already in class, so I had to come and look for it myself."

"And I haven't found where my umbrella is until now?"

"Tsk, I actually didn't find much."

Xin Ran rolled his eyes at him, raised his legs, and said like a grandpa with one hand on his chin:

"I saw you in class when I passed by the private teaching hall-both eyebrows were almost knotted, and your face was two times darker than usual. I said... who is coming to your class tonight? So bitter Big hatred. I'm really curious, and I'll gossip about you when you get off work."

As soon as the voice fell, his mobile phone made a notification sound of no battery at the right time.

Yan Yan has lived for nearly 22 years, and has been a wage earner for three years. This is the first time someone has waited for him to leave work.

His Adam's apple moved, his throat was inexplicably blocked, and he confirmed softly:

"Just for this...you've been playing with your mobile phone here for more than two hours?"

"Well, I chatted with Coach Li and the others for a while." Xin Ran picked up his phone, which was running out of battery, and shook it at Yan Yan, "Lend me the charger."

Yan Yan pointed Xin Ran to his own cabinet, and then reached out to take out the bag from it.He lowered his head, avoiding Xin Ran's eyes, and said in a rambling voice:

"There are no valuables in it. If you want to take anything in the future, you can take it by yourself. You don't need to tell me."

He unzipped his bag, took out his change of clothes, and was about to get up to take a shower.

"Umbrella..." Yan Yan came to the door and suddenly stopped, "It's also in the bag, you can use it."

Xin Ran waved his hands impatiently, telling the nagging Yan Shaoxia to leave immediately.He clicked his tongue:

"The head is in and you're afraid of the remaining tail? If you really love me, stop dawdling."

Yan Yan finally smiled when he heard the words, and rushed out the door happily.

Just humming.

Yan Yan really "distressed" Xin Ran, and took a bath very quickly.When he came back, he changed into a pair of jeans, and this time he honestly wore a style that wasn't too ragged. The short-sleeved shirt on his upper body was one of the... ones that Xin Ran bought with him.

"Ah...I'm exhausted today."

Sure enough, Yan Yan, who was saved by a hot bath, packed his things, sighed, and was about to wait for get off work.

Xin Ran took the opportunity to tease:

"Huh? I thought you never got tired of it."

Xin Ran was typing with dexterous fingers, and was chatting with Wen Shu about "serious matters" - he asked Xiao Shuzi to send him the photos from the previous exhibition, including the retouched portraits.

It was a month or two ago to go to the art fair, but since he didn't need it for the time being, he didn't press for it.It wasn't until the start of school was approaching that he planned to select some and put a few in his courseware.

Oh yes, I have to wash one for Old Man Yan and hang it in his office.

Yan Yan glanced at Xinran's screen and saw that it was a WeChat interface, but he didn't pay attention to the content.He was stunned for two seconds, and said a little speechlessly:

"Then what... haven't I added your WeChat yet?"

"Uh," Xin Ran paused, then looked back at him in disbelief, "It seems...not added?"

"puff."

The two laughed together for a moment, and couldn't believe that they had been in touch with each other through text messages and phone calls for almost two months—are they really young people living in the new era?

"It's the same with the last photo." Yan Yan raised his hand and sent Xin Ran a friend request, "Tell me to go back and send it to you, and then there is no more."

"I completely forgot." Xin Ran passed quickly, "It's time to take another photo in a few days."

Yan Yan clicked on the picture option, and accurately picked out the photos of Xin Ran from a bunch of comparison photos of the students. Then he turned up the page and found the photos he took for the first time. There are six photos in total, and they were sent together to he.

Xin Ran and Yan Yan were a little embarrassed to look at their shirtless photos together, but they couldn't help but exclaim:

"Wow, was I really that skinny? Is it still me - and I'm fatter now."

Yan Yan moved his head closer, stared intently, and boasted smoothly:

"The number of your weight is not important. What you grow is muscle and not fat. It's just a few kilograms, and it doesn't show on your body at all."

Xin Ran stared at the photos he took after twenty classes, and couldn't restrain his proud and complacent expression. Relying on Yan Yan's still "distressed" him, he boasted:

"Tsk, compared to my current figure, it's not very good. I'm almost in love with myself."

Then he raised a small look of unknown meaning to Yan Yan: Why is this young man... not in love with him yet.

Before Yan Yan noticed the emotion in his eyes, he suddenly picked up his mobile phone that was still connected to the charging cable, quickly turned on the camera, switched to the front camera, and raised his hand to the heads of the two of them together. "Click" a beat.

——Rao even a handsome guy of Yan Yan's level was shocked by himself.

Yan Yan was silent for three seconds, then lowered his head and searched for the apps on his phone, and said:

"How about taking a new photo with my beauty camera?"

In the next few minutes, Xin Ran seemed to stay out of the matter, watching Yan Yan smile skillfully, naturally and without affectation, take pictures, save them, and then thoughtfully chose a photo that he thought was the best for both of them , and set it as the WeChat chat background of Xin Ran, a "new friend".

Xin Ran slandered in her heart: Can you find a young man who doesn't like taking selfies?

Is the audience of beauty cameras no longer gender-neutral?

When Yan Yan finally took a satisfactory photo, it was time to get off work.After greeting the other coaches, the two left work together amidst Li Wei's voice of "you two are so nice".

The two stood side by side at the entrance of the shopping mall, watching the light raindrops faintly bouncing outside—there was no need for an umbrella anymore.

The rain in summer night is like this, it comes and goes in time.