"I happened to be passing by and thought you were here, so I came up to take a look. I'm also a member here, but I don't come here often."

"You don't come here often, or you've never been here?" Jiang Yiyu tightened the bottle cap with a smile and got off the treadmill. "Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

Song Shengsheng shook her head: "Not hungry." She turned her head and looked back: "I remember there is a boxing ring over here."

"In the inner room, you remembered it wrong." Jiang Yiyu reached out and put one of the headphones on her ear, then rubbed the top of her head. "I still have a few sets of training. Do you want to accompany me or go home first?"

"With you."

Song Shengsheng followed Jiang Yiyu, watching him working out and listening to him talking with his coach. Jiang Yiyu asked her if she liked him to be stronger or thinner.

Song Shengsheng looked him up and down seriously and said, "It would be better if he was a little stronger than he is now, but not too strong."

The coach said, "Then it's about the same as it is now. Just maintain it."

Jiang Yiyu took another sip of water and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to my wife. I'll practice whatever she likes."

Song Shengsheng laughed and said, "What if I like super muscular men? The kind that are really exaggerated, will you train too?"

"Practice! Why not practice? Then go back and play in the competition after you're done practicing."

The coach also laughed and said, "Look at what you said. How can the game be so easy?" He raised his arm and checked his watch. "One last set of strength training left. It's almost ten minutes away."

Song Shengsheng took a few steps back and watched him continue exercising.

After Jiang Yiyu finished training, Song Shengsheng borrowed two sets of equipment from the coach and pulled Jiang Yiyu, who looked confused, onto the boxing ring.

Jiang Yiyu lifted the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "My dear, what do you want to do?"

Song Shengsheng said without raising his head while wearing boxing gloves: "I want to fight with you."

Jiang Yiyu's eyes widened in shock. "A fight? I haven't done anything wrong recently, have I? I think I'm pretty honest."

Song Shengsheng put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and punched the sandbag hard: "It's quite stress-relieving. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

Jiang Yiyu turned around in disbelief and looked at the coach who was leaning against a pillar with his arms folded, laughing and eating melons. "Why did you lend her this thing?"

The coach smiled and shouted, "Miss Song became a member just for boxing training. Take care, brother!"

Song Shengsheng put his two fists together and bumped them together angrily: "Stop dawdling, hurry up!"

Jiang Yiyu sighed helplessly, backing away while reluctantly putting on his gloves. He asked again, still unwilling to give up: "My dear, are you serious? Don't be ridiculous."

"Very serious." Song Shengsheng approached him step by step. Jiang Yiyu leaned against the railing and hadn't put on his gloves yet when Song Shengsheng's fist hit him. He was startled and quickly found a gap to dodge to the side.

To be honest, it doesn't make much difference to him whether he has gloves or not. After all, he doesn't dare and can't really fight back.

This back and forth created a very humorous scene. Jiang Yiyu was hiding around the field, and Song Shengsheng kept beating him. Finally, Jiang Yiyu couldn't run anymore. He slumped to the ground and waved at Song Shengsheng: "My dear, if I have done anything wrong, just scold me directly. Don't chase me anymore. I really can't run anymore."

Song Shengsheng squatted down beside him and patted his shoulder: "You can't do it."

Jiang Yiyu nodded tiredly: "I give in." He clasped his fists and bowed to Song Shengsheng: "Lady, spare my life."

Song Shengsheng smiled and sat down beside him, untying his gloves: "It's quite comfortable after sweating."

Jiang Yiyu took off his gloves, lifted up his shirt and wiped the sweat off his face: "As long as you don't chase me and fight, everything will be perfect."

"I didn't even try hard."

"You still want to use force? My dear, using force is domestic violence, and we strongly discourage it!"

"What are you thinking! Let's go to the Taekwondo gym and have a fight next time! I haven't practiced in a long time."

Jiang Yiyu frowned hard, and he collapsed to the ground, stretching out his voice in an exaggerated tone: "Lady, please spare my life and let me live a few more years!"

Song Shengsheng looked at him and lightly kicked his leg: "Didn't you say that you would accompany me no matter what I want to do in the future? I haven't even made any excessive demands yet, and you're going to break your promise?"

"If you change your request, I will definitely accompany you." Jiang Yiyu looked at her sincerely and blinked. "I have another suggestion. If you really want to do this kind of emotional exercise and want to fight, I can help you arrange a fight with Song Ming. He has been beaten by you since he was a child. He must have experience and can withstand beatings. Forget about me. My arms and legs are all injured and I can't withstand beatings."

"I never hit him."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few fights. He'll definitely be very willing to play with you."

Song Shengsheng sighed: "If my brother knew that you arranged this for him, he would probably explode on the spot."

"That's perfect. There's one less scumbag in the world, and I can be considered to have gotten rid of a scoundrel for the people. It's a good deed."

"You're really good at flattering yourself." Song Shengsheng put her boxing gloves aside and was silent for a while. She turned around and called Jiang Yiyu, "Brother Yiyu."

"What's wrong?"

"Have you rested well?"

Jiang Yiyu immediately became alert. He moved away from Song Shengsheng cautiously: "What are you going to do?"

Song Shengsheng blinked innocently, reached out and grabbed his arm, and approached him: "Let's fight again!"

Jiang Yiyu pursed his lips, and looked towards the place where the coach was standing to watch the show, hesitant to say anything. But there was no one there. After asking for help in vain, he closed his eyes in despair and lay down. No matter how Song Shengsheng pushed and shook him, he pretended to be dead and refused to move.

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