Xu Qinglian thought of a possibility and suddenly choked. While choking, she pointed at Wang Ai and smiled: "You, you, you actually... hahaha."
Wang Ai lowered his head and looked at his girlfriend like an idiot: "What are you thinking about?"
As he spoke, Wang Aixin flicked his hand, and a drop of water fell on the cement floor next to the exercise mat: "Is this also urine? Can I still pee on my arm?"
"Oh." Xu Qinglian suddenly felt a little ashamed, but she was still a little curious and couldn't help leaning forward and sniffing: "I've always wondered why you don't have that sweaty smell?"
Wang Ai stretched out his arm and sniffed it, shook his head indifferently, turned around and walked towards the horizontal bar: "It's bleeding too much."
"What do you mean?" Xu Qinglian also put down the cup and continued her actions while still asking.
"In a broad sense, sweat odor has three factors. The first is the working environment. For example, in a highly polluted environment, sweat is stained with dust, and the dust is corroded by bacteria. The second is caused by mold in pores and skin debris.
, that is, you are not clean, and you sweat again and again. The third thing is the sweat itself. There are some urea, uric acid and other things, which are not much in themselves and have little smell. The more you sweat, the more diluted and the more
no taste."
"Oh." Xu Qinglian responded, thought for a while and then asked narrowly: "Why are you studying these? Is it to seduce girls?"
Wang Ai, who was doing pull-ups with barbell plates hanging on his feet, couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "I discovered this when I was running long-distance. Generally, at the beginning when you just run or haven't run for a long time, you sweat salt. The sweat is very salty. As you run,
When the salt sweat dries up, it turns into oil sweat, which is very sticky. After running away completely or running frequently, it turns into water sweat, which is neither salty nor oily. It is just like water. I am in this state now.
The outside is particularly transparent.”
At this point, realizing that Xu Qinglian was going to attack again, Wang Ai immediately counterattacked: "By the way, you eat a lot all day long and don't exercise enough, so be careful and become a stinky woman."
Xu Qinglian decisively exploded: "You are a stinky woman! A stinky man, if you praise you a few times, you won't know what is going on."
But while his mouth was stubborn, his body stood up and started doing aerobics.
Wang Ai's daily fitness routine is very strict, with a complete set of movements, which is the product of a combination of Chinese and Western. One minute on the court, ten years of hard work off the court, cannot be wasted, so after a few words with Xu Qinglian, he fell silent, only the rhythm was clear
The sound of breathing and each frightening strength training.
For example, the butterfly machine used by Wang Ai used to use a full scale of 93 kilograms. Now in order to save training time, it has been replaced with a 136 kilogram machine. Every time it is stretched, all! This specially strengthened butterfly machine will emit a terrifying sound under heavy pressure.
The sound cannot be improved without strengthening it. This thing usually only needs 30% load, but Wang Ai always has 100% load, and the life of the equipment is shortened by three-quarters.
Xu Qinglian danced aerobics for twenty minutes and was tired. Although she had her hair tied up, there was still a layer of moisture on her neck. She walked up to Wang Ai who was on the high pull-up training machine and looked at Wang Ai with interest, her hands on her hips.
Muscles, suddenly said: "Why do your muscles look like that?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers and poked Wang Ai's chest and abdominal muscles.
Wang Ai was too lazy to pay attention to her and was adjusting his breathing, so his chest muscles and abdominal muscles contracted violently one after another, forcefully popping Xu Qinglian's fingers away. However, Xu Qinglian seemed to have discovered a new world and became more interested, so she came back and poked her endlessly.
After finally completing a set of movements, Wang Ai slowly released his muscle arm, put down the heavy weights on his back, and gasped: "By the way, are you being a hooligan? I want to touch you and you will
Be anxious, you have nothing to do with this."
Hearing the subtext of her boyfriend, Xu Qinglian retracted her claws and took two steps back: "Tell me, why are you different from them?"
"Why is it different?" Wang Ai lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen: "Not as good-looking as them?"
"Yeah!" Xu Qinglian raised her chin.
"The nature of our sports is different." Wang Ai shook his head and rested on the pillar: "They are just for beauty. They will definitely shape the body according to people's aesthetics. We are not for people to watch. Besides, their general
There are those who take medicine, but we...well, at least we don't do it for the sake of our muscles. Of course, a few of them may do it, but most of them don't, because our beautiful muscles are of no use, and may even be harmful."
"Can't it be useful and beautiful at the same time?"
"And!" Wang Ai said with disdain: "You are taking advantage of me when you meet me, so just go ahead and have fun. After all, I am practicing football. I want to practice shot put and hammer throw..."
"Ah!" Xu Qinglian exclaimed, then gestured with her hands: "Their size..."
Wang Ai frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? They also bring honor to the country and give much more to the country than we do. In the final analysis, they are doing that because they sacrificed for the country. We can't laugh at them."
Seeing that Wang Ai was a little angry, Xu Qinglian quickly admitted her mistake: "I am not aware enough, my taste is vulgar, my aesthetic is vulgar, and I pursue kitsch..."
Wang Ai was amused, "That's what I said, it hurts your heart. Alas, in fact, it was wrong for me to mention these words with disrespect for others. I was duplicity and it was my fault."
As he spoke, Wang Ai walked to the horizontal bar, grabbed the bar with both hands, raised his feet and hung on the bar with the insteps of his feet: "Stop teasing me, this action is more dangerous."
Xu Qinglian nodded, returned to the mirror and sat cross-legged on the mat. She watched her boyfriend hang his feet on the bar and stretch his body to do abdominal muscle contraction training. This was with his head down, just in case Wang Ai's body shook and fell off.
The head was inserted into the neck.
Even if Wang Ai doesn't die, she will cry to death, and her boyfriend will have no neck in the future! By the way, this is a good way to murder her husband, why didn't Qiong Yao write it like this?
Xu Qinglian propped up her chin with one arm, her eyes fixed on her boyfriend Dapeng's muscular body, while her mind began to ponder.
Men love women's figures, and of course women also love men's figures. In the private time of this world-famous star, you can watch it unscrupulously, Xu Qinglian suddenly felt: What a happy feeling!
At 11 o'clock at night, Wang Ai stretched his body and planned to finish, but he still felt a little worse, so he grabbed a weight-bearing vest and put it on, and quickly did 200 push-ups on the ground. He stood up and threw off the vest to feel better.
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Xu Qinglian came back to her senses at this time and pointed to the butterfly machine, press machine, tension machine, big flying bird and other steel creations in the room: "Can I practice?"
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "It doesn't hurt for girls to practice some."
"Aren't you afraid that I will become a muscular woman?" Xu Qinglian waved her fist and made a fierce expression in front of Wang Ai.
This chapter has been completed!