Bu Liuxing's fitness coach has a very handsome name, which is incompatible with his Beidou Shenquan style of painting, which is full of tendons.
This coach’s surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Wenlan.
Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing went on a long trip.
Mrs. Bumi and Jiang Bailu also went to Chiba County for a trip.
Zhou Wenlan also had some free time and made an appointment with two other coaches to play Honor of Kings at an Internet cafe in a shopping mall.
Around the end of the year, the pace of life begins to slow down.
There is no need to prepare for competitions, no need to build muscle, no need to endure bland food and drink, and no need to stare at the painful masks of classmates doing leg and back training.
Li Zongzhu threw his cell phone on the sofa.
"Hey! What the hell! Daji's skills are unknown! Are you staying for the Chinese New Year? Do you know how to play video games?"
The teammates yelled and scolded from the phone: "Speak in Mandarin! You communicated with me in Cantonese the whole time, and I didn't get any positive feedback at all! Are you a human? Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan servers can't do this! You don't have a clear mind?!
"
At the same time, Wen Lan's mobile phone sounded a notification tone of defeat. He suppressed a laugh and patted Zong Zhu on the shoulder: "This passerby is right... Zong Zhu, as soon as you play the game, you switch to the dialect channel.
Neither of us really understands it."
Li Zongzhu switched back to Guangpu: "Of course! I usually have to smile and do business, but I finally took a vacation to relax. How can I release my emotions without speaking in dialect? I am not a Zhengerbaier bannerer born in Huangercheng.
Son—it must be as enjoyable as playing games."
"If I were chatting with you about Trump the whole time, your blood pressure would definitely be so high." Coach Liu Baoquan shrugged helplessly and switched back to the Mandarin channel: "It's so weird! It feels really weird!"
The game was lost, but the mood of the three brothers was still so sunny.
This is the commercial center of HK's southern district. It is now 4:33 noon.
When gyms and archery halls are very busy, there are also many healthy young ladies and brothers rushing into the venues.
In the dance studio next door, the energetic ladies dance Loking and Latin.
Three old friends sat in the VIP salon and played games leisurely all afternoon. They looked at handsome men and beautiful women all afternoon.
Many young ladies came to ask for Brother Wenlan’s contact information——
——Because Brother Wenlan has such a great figure.
Many young brothers came to ask for Mr. Zongzhu’s contact information——
——Because Mr. Zongzhu wore his golden belt and paraded it through the streets.
Only the cleaning lady talked to the Baoquan coach about her thirty-six-year-old daughter’s remarriage and blind date.
All in all, very sad.
People are originally enlightened and always happy, but in contrast, they have confusion and pain.
Old Liu thought about it for a long time, and finally saw that the expressions of the two brothers were wrong. They were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. However, he touched the swimming ring in his belly and accidentally came across the Marlboro in his pants pocket. Everything seemed so reasonable and reasonable.
——Young teenagers and girls will not like to chat with greasy middle-aged men.
This greasy feeling will only make your uncles and elders think that you are rich and suitable to take care of orphans and widowed mothers.
"Hiss..." Thinking of this, Lao Liu couldn't hold himself any longer, and a strong sense of crisis engulfed him.
——We are all around thirty-five years old. There is no reason. There is no reason why the gap is so big, right?
Immediately afterwards, Lao Liu immediately went to pat Wen Lan and handed him lemonade.
"Brother Wenlan...can you tell me how to look younger? I want to become energetic!"
Wen Lan didn't understand, he didn't understand at all: "You want plastic surgery?"
Old Liu shook his head: "No, I can't figure it out. Our three incomes are about the same, right?"
Wen Lan: "What's your level?"
Old Liu: "The monthly salary is around 55,000, which is the same level as a director."
Wen Lan: "My efforts are about the same, but I have to maintain a very good training state. If there are no results and no trophies in a year or two, I will have to drink northwest wind."
Zong Zhu: "Me too. Fighting is about youth. I also sell some teaching aids and protective gear. If you are lucky enough, this is the number."
"Yes, since everyone's income is about the same..." Lao Liu couldn't accept it: "The quality of life is also about the same! I also want to climb hills and run for exercise, so why are our temperaments so different?"
Wen Lan was relatively calm and steady, and gave a guaranteed answer: "Is it possible, it's because you are married."
"Hi!" Zong Zhu didn't give Lao Liu any face: "Why are you married! Don't throw the blame on women, Wen Lan, you know the body structure best. It's not easy to maintain Lao Liu's sub-healthy body.
Bar?"
Wen Lan stopped talking and nodded silently.
In fact, it is not easy for a person to maintain sub-health for a long time.
You need to fail in all three aspects of diet, work and rest, and exercise, and persist for a long time before your body completely collapses.
Speaking of the profession of a rights protection coach, he is a shooting instructor at the police station.
His amount of exercise is definitely not small, and he can pile up swimming rings on his belly. I'm afraid it's just like what Li Zongzhu said.
——Eating too much sweets with his wife and having very poor sleep quality made this middle-aged man start to age rapidly.
Wen Lan whispered: "Don't get married, you will become unhappy..."
Zongzhu whispered: "Yes, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy two more hours of sleep every day. These hours belong to your wife, and your wife has the final say on your recipes."
"well..."
Liu Baoquan just sighed and talked to Wen Lan about what he hoped and expected.
"Wen Lan, can you tell me about your work? For example, those young guys, or Yao Meier... they are..."
Wen Lan said disgustedly: "What are you thinking about?"
Bao Quan muttered: "I just want to see how energetic you are when you lift weights...the gym must be a beautiful place, right?"
Wen Lan thought for a long time and decided to expose this illusion and get rid of this superstition.
"It all smells like sweat and feet - I have to close the business every month for cleaning. I converted my garage into a private gym, otherwise I would go crazy. In addition to teaching students, I like to go to Bomei
It’s my happiest thing to go to my wife’s house, it’s quiet there, and take Ah Xing and Xueming to train together.”
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Wen Lan explained: "Otherwise? What do you think the smell in the gym can be? It is an atmosphere that makes people anxious - when our bodies exercise vigorously, sweat will carry a large amount of urea, and we will feel the muscles tearing.
When there is pain from the crack, a lot of pheromones will be released.”
There is still a trace of fantasy in Bao Quan: "That young girl..."
"Please, please spare me. Women smell stronger, sweat more, and smell worse. Girls' testosterone levels are only one-twentieth of men's, and their body fat content is naturally higher than men's.
The training methods are different. Their endurance and ability to endure pain are 1.5 times that of men in the same weight class, and some with extraordinary talents can reach three times. The training time required is also longer.
And..." Wen Lan thought for a while and finally finished: "Look Bai Lu, my testosterone level has gone up recently and I started strength training. As a result, my hormones were imbalanced. Within a few days, my leg hair started to grow.
.”
Liu Baoquan was surprised: "Leg hair?!!"
Wen Lan explained: "There must be some. Do you think women are born with bare legs?"
Liu Baoquan: “My wife doesn’t have one!”
"Then your wife really loves you and takes care of her skin and hair every day, or she is delicate and frail, has never done any rough work, and her testosterone level is kept at a very low level." Wen Lan explained these things clearly and guaranteed the rights.
All the superstitions in my heart were eliminated: "Think clearly, we are all top players in our respective fields, among the top 100 in the world, otherwise we would not be able to get this salary. Don't live in the world of Douyin, pretty little
Sisters and brothers, they are all carefully groomed and cared for - I have seen most of the female students trying to lift weights. After long-term training, the hormone levels have gone up, and it is a small incident to grow beard and armpit hair. There are also steroids that cause problems.
Yes, suffering from polycystic ovary syndrome is very scary."
Liu Baoquan was surprised: "Is this the price for women to gain strength? It's hard for me to accept growing leg hair..."
"Weird! He's so weird!" Li Zongzhu punched Wen Lan's arm and pointed at the greasy man: "Did he always have a misunderstanding in his mind, thinking that women have smooth and white legs and a fragrant smell?
Taste, is it a natural thing?"
Wen Lan thought for a while and finally said: "Maybe it's just because Liu rarely has contact with other girls? This is a good thing."
"If you say that! I will be even more anxious!" Liu Baoquan stood up immediately: "Wen Lan! I want you to train me! I can't be so sloppy... My wife dresses herself up so seriously. She doesn't wear makeup every day, at least
They are all fragrant and soft, but my husband’s bra size is almost catching up with hers! This is not okay!”
Li Zongzhu: "Look, it's better to explain some things clearly."
Wen Lan didn't speak, observing the fat on Lao Liu's body.
Old Liu Yi asked impatiently: "Do women really have leg hair?"
Li Zongzhu laughed: "No! Women don't even know how to poop, and they don't need to eat!"
Wen Lan finally said: "Bai Lu has really grown hair on her legs. She was also frightened. She and her beautiful sister regularly remove their hair together. I introduced them to beauty salons - you are so weird! Why do you pay attention to leg hair every day?"
Lao Liu was immediately curious: "Did you also remove the hair on Mei Sister's legs?"
"I didn't remove it!" Wen Lan almost went crazy: "It was the beauty salon I recommended, and even if it was removed by me, what does it matter? Can laser hair removal remove a piece of flesh? Am I going to go to jail for sexual harassment?
Why are you so wretched?"
Old Liu was even more curious: "What about your daily work? So many little girls come to you, but you don't touch them?"
"I see that you are really crazy. They are the ones who touched and touched me!" Wen Lan pushed Bao Quan out while explaining: "I am an unprofessional fitness trainer, doing this for the sake of women.
In this industry, I shouldn't be here, I should be in jail. Or I should go to Japan to find a special career - my body fat in non-season is only 12%. This is Cristiano Ronaldo's supermodel.
Body. How dare you question my professionalism? Haven't you experienced Jiang Xueming's ability? His body is a sword forged by my own hands."
Li Zongzhu continued: "I also have female disciples, who are all very lively and sunny people. If they want to be interested in me, they usually use straight punches. I see, your body has dragged down your spirit, and your whole person has become gloomy.
Come on! Think about it, Old Liu!~ If Wen Lan and I become women, we will probably go to the beauty salon together to have our hair removed. In order to show off our figures and skills to the students, we have to hug each other. Then wouldn’t we suffer a big loss? Boxing is not like this.
Yes! Stop thinking wildly, throw away your fantasies and live a good life."
Lao Liu thought carefully: "Yes...but I have a question..."
The three brothers all stopped and waited for Liu Baoquan to finish his question.
"A while ago, I went to the prison with the inspector to inspect the posts and taught the prison guards how to use riot shotguns and rapid response shooting. Later, I also played military boxing with the prisoners. They were very happy. I hugged them and they were happy.
Why are you touching my butt secretly?"
Zhou Wenlan: "This is my blind spot in knowledge."
Li Zongzhu: "This is my blind spot in knowledge."
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...
Zhou Wenlan took a sip of lemonade.
He only felt that the straw had a stagnant and clogged feeling, as if a lemon had blocked the straw, but it was not completely blocked, so he exerted force.
"Ouch!" He immediately took the tissue and spat out bloody saliva, feeling pain on the tip of his tongue.
Li Zongzhu stretched his neck to peek: "What is it? Ice cubes?"
Liu Baoquan looked at the blood stains on the tissue with concern: "Are you okay?"
Zhou Wenlan felt that his tongue was severely cut by a foreign object, and blood came out of the tip of his tongue. The wound was very small, but the bleeding stopped in a few seconds.
"really weird..."
There is no crushed ice in the lemonade plastic cup. To be precise, there is no hard object——
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! - It's just the liquid filtered out of soaked lemon water.
"Let me take a sip?" Li Zongzhu took the straw and took a sip, and was immediately scratched.
Zongzhu's expression was distorted, and he felt a strong cutting sensation from the tip of his tongue.
"Oh oh oh oh oh! Damn it!"
His bloody tongue hung out, and he quickly asked the girl at the front desk of the Internet cafe for a piece of ice to apply on it.
Liu Baoquan ran to the service counter angrily and put lemonade on the table: "What's going on here? There's something in the water! Two of my friends drank it and their tongues were rotten!"
The girl at the front desk looked like she was only 17 or 18 years old, and she seemed to be working during the winter vacation.
Look at Zhou Wenlan, who is tall and strong, and Liu Baoquan, who has a sinister face and is wearing an instructor's uniform.
She kept nodding her head and apologizing, as if she was frightened. She was about to burst into tears. She checked the lemonade glass back and forth, emptied it and filled it up again. She drank a lot of water, but she couldn't figure out the reason.
.
Old Liu got angry: "How can there be no problem?! Is it a coincidence once, but also a coincidence twice? Will drinking cold water clog your teeth when you are unlucky? We bleed even if we drink cold water! Little sister!"
The girl at the front desk kept crying: "I really don't know... on earth... what's going on... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
"Hey! Don't bully the little girl!" Li Zongzhu couldn't stand it, so he came up to persuade her: "It's not a big problem. The tongue heals very quickly. It's just a small wound."
"I care about her!" Liu Baoquan said aggressively, as if he was suffering from an occupational disease. He is a shooting instructor. Firearms can kill people at any time. He is very sensitive to blood: "Little sister, how do you make lemonade?
, do it again! I want to find out about this! Otherwise, if other guests drink this kind of stuff, they might beat you!"
The girl at the front desk followed Old Liu's instructions, emptied the entire filter, turned the big kettle upside down to drain, and made another pot of clear lemonade.
This time she carefully replaced the wooden cup——
——Fill the wooden cup and bring it to Liu Baoquan.
The little sister said tremblingly: "It should...should be...no problem..."
Liu Baoquan looked suspicious and took a sip——
——The clear and cold liquid flows over the tip of the tongue, with a hint of lemon fragrance.
"Well... It should be that the kettle cracked just now, and some fine glass sand fell down, which cut all the tongues of my friends. It's gone now."
The little girl opened the cashier and took out a wad of money. She bowed and handed it forward.
"I'm sorry, you take the money first and treat it as compensation from me... I will explain this matter to the store manager later..."
Zhou Wenlan waved his hand: "It's okay! When I train every day, the amount of capillary bleeding is more than this."
"Me too." Li Zongzhu said nonchalantly: "There's no boxing that doesn't bleed."
Liu Baoquan said nothing and left with the brothers.
...
...
Until the VIP salon was empty.
The girl at the cashier took off her hat and apron——
——Her cheeks changed from a round oval face to angular, her nose bones became sharper, her forehead corners and brow bones were convex, and her eye sockets were sunken.
From a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, she turned into the appearance of a boy.
The body and bones also deformed and twisted, from a height of 1.56 meters to 1.81 meters.
He still looks about eighteen years old, very young, with no beard or Adam's apple.
The hair became shorter and became a neat and tidy style.
His eyes were sharp and shining.
Start talking to yourself——
"——They mentioned Jiang Bailu, right?"
"Yes--"
"——Use my soul power to track and follow them to find Jiang Bailu."
"no problem--"
"——The Vita Brand we planted for her has been cured by the panacea. If the seeds of strength are about to sprout and bloom, she must be a very outstanding person."
"That's right——"
"——The Mad Butterfly likes her very much, I can hear its voice."
"Bring her here—"
"——Let her come to us willingly."
"How to do--"
"——Don't be too hasty, we are different from the Skull and Bones Society."
"What's different-"
"——The Skull and Bones Society uses various blood-giving rituals to control the power of the Mad Butterfly, and uses the blood of the despicable beast to enslave the goddess of life, Madam Bai. We are different. We face the Vita brand, the bright red sores, and the White Lady.
Madam's body-gnawing pain, she faced this madness with courage."
The power of the soul burst out from this little brother.
A humanoid figure made of broken lenses appeared from the body. With a wave of its hand, a butterfly flapping its wings emerged from the mirror.
This butterfly is composed of broken lenses.
It flew out of the Internet cafe gate and caught up with the three coaches.
Flying over the bustling crowd, flying into Liu Baoquan's mouth——
"——Pfft!"
Lao Liu didn't realize it. He was holding a skewer of hot pot shredded chicken in his mouth. He couldn't feel anything unusual from the fiery spiciness. The pungent Sichuan peppercorns covered all the bloody smell.
Zhou Wenlan was teaching earnestly: "Remember! This is the last meal! You must eat healthily in the future!"
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...
After the three brothers finished dinner, they went back to their respective homes.
Zhou Wenlan felt inexplicably tired, as if there was a baby waiting to be fed in his body, begging for energy. He wanted to exercise for a while in the garage at night, but ended up climbing into bed after nine o'clock.
Li Zongzhu returned to the martial arts gym, greeted the clerk at the Chinese medicine store, and then climbed to the bookshelf on the second floor to clean. He was getting sleepier and sleepier, feeling that he hadn't eaten enough for dinner yet - he asked the clerk for two steamed buns to fill his stomach.
As soon as he finished eating, the symptoms of carbohydrate dizziness occurred immediately, and he fell down on the yoga mat in the martial arts studio and fell asleep.
Liu Baoquan dragged his tired body home——
——He felt like there was a dragon living in his belly and he couldn't get enough no matter how much he ate.
When the wife opened the door, she saw that Old Liu was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were so hungry that he was so hungry.
"Baby, cook me a bowl of noodles...I'm so hungry...I'm so hungry..."
Lao Liu's wife's name is Wenwen, and it's strange to see her husband looking like this.
"Didn't you say you were eating out? Didn't I leave any food for you?"
Lao Liu squeezed his way through the door, walked to the entrance, took off his shoes with all his strength, and immediately said: "I'm really hungry... My hands are shaking... You can boil dough in plain water, as long as it's food."
Can..."
Sister Wenwen is a good woman, so she ran to the kitchen to make noodles for her husband without asking any questions.
But when Sister Wenwen brought the noodle soup back, she saw an extremely strange scene.
Lao Liu sat blankly at the dinner table, holding a pile of egg shells in his hands, with some egg yolk still left on his mouth. When he saw his wife coming, he immediately wiped his mouth.
"I've eaten a few eggs, but I'm still so hungry..."
Sister Wenwen became nervous and wondered if her husband had some disease.
"My name is Bai Che? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"It's okay, I'm just hungry...very hungry. I don't know why...it seems like all my energy has been exhausted." Lao Liu didn't care to talk, brought the soup noodles, and ate them all with just a few chopsticks: "
Is there any more?”
Sister Wenwen stood up immediately: "Isn't it enough? Then I'll make it again..."
"Thank you...for your hard work..." Lao Liu suddenly started crying for no reason, and his mood changed very quickly.
This frightened Sister Wenwen. This military and police instructor had never cried in front of her! He only cried once when he got married.
"What's wrong with you?! Why are you still crying?"
Lao Liu whined and shouted: "I don't know... I feel uncomfortable. I think you dress up every day. I feel that you are very hard, and you are also doing the housework. You have to be dirty and beautiful at the same time."
"...I felt very sad all of a sudden."
"Hey! That's it?!" Sister Wenwen took out her handkerchief and threw it in Lao Liu's face: "Wait! I'll make noodles! If it's not enough, I'll order takeout. You actually feel sorry for me! Hey!"
When Sister Wenwen comes back——
——Old Liu was already sitting on the ground, hugging the chair and fell asleep.
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...
Early the next morning, specifically twelve hours.
Zhou Wenlan woke up on the cold floor.
He felt like the world was spinning, and there were ten thousand bees in his head.
The intense hunger and fatigue made him unable to open his eyes.
He barely grabbed the refrigerator door, took out the prepared meal and stuffed it into his mouth.
These fitness foods are not filling the stomach at all, as if the body is rejecting them instinctively.
"What's going on...I..."
Wen Lan reached for the olive oil and poured it on the chicken breast and broccoli. The feeling when he put it into his mouth was extremely sweet, as if his taste buds had been activated and his body had completely woken up.
A pair of slender palms came into view.
The joints are not as strong as before, and it will never be able to hold a 180 kilogram barbell.
Whose fucking hand is this?!
Zhou Wenlan was frightened to death at that moment.
He could feel the warm hair on his nape and back,
Glancing at the floor——
——I fell asleep on this floor last night.
At this moment, the floor is almost covered with a layer of broken human skin!
The fine skin flakes, thin fat fluid, and countless hairs were like a tragic and horrific surgery scene, emitting waves of stench.
Zhou Wenlan took a step forward and saw his bare right leg. It still had obvious muscle lines, but the leg hair was gone!
He felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. Following the long hair that blocked his vision, he could see part of his unfamiliar nose.
He could vaguely imagine something incredible happening to him.
When he walked to the bathroom mirror, he could see that the sports vest and shorts had become loose.
And the face of the person in the mirror is so unfamiliar.
Zhou Wenlan can be sure that this is someone he has never seen before in his life.
It's a woman——
——He can tell it at a glance.
A very healthy woman, her shoulder and neck muscles and core muscles are very strong, and she has worked hard to develop them.
The lines of her legs are not like those of a bodybuilder, nor are they bullfrog legs, but they are also close to Chun-Li in Street Fighter.
His long hair covers his chest, and his abdominal muscles and mermaid line are plump and powerful. He is a top-notch fitness expert.
When you lift your hair, you can see the heroic eyebrows and deep eyes.
The bridge of the nose is upright, the wings of the nose are thin, and the tip of the nose is small and clean. It is a very delicate, slightly mean and cold facial features.
The mouth is the most beautiful when you wake up in the morning. It is full of blood, bright red and healthy.
at last--
——Zhou Wenlan opened his pants and looked down.
He pulled his pants hard and slapped his lower abdomen with the elastic band.
"Snapped--"
The pain woke him up and made him realize that this was true.
--he.
——became her.
Then comes the C language with a soft but loud voice.