Chapter 39 New Concept Boxing
When the plane landed in the capital, it was already dark.
After getting off the plane, Xiao Ruxuan didn't continue to pester her. Instead, she gave Qin Xiaoxi a seductive look, got into the car that came to pick her up, and left in a hurry.
Luo Qinglin thought that the person who came to pick him up was the driver, but the person who got out of the driver's seat was Chen Qixin, whom he hadn't seen for more than a month.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Luo Qinglin greeted with surprise, "Assistant Chen, long time no see."
"Mr. Luo, Miss Qin, long time no see."
Chen Qixin wore a neat business suit. He respectfully took the luggage from Jiang Yanyu and put it in the trunk.
The parking lot was brightly lit. Although Chen Qixin was dressed neatly and cleanly and looked normal, Luo Qinglin always felt that he was depressed from head to toe, just like his own state after working non-stop.
Luo Qinglin asked worriedly: "Assistant Chen, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Luo for your concern." Chen Qixin replied with a smile.
The four of them got into the car one by one, Chen Qixing stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the airport parking lot.
The street lights on the highway have been turned on, and the twinkling lights of cars are scattered in the darkness.
The sky is a light board covered by artificial lights. Clouds and light pollution block out the distant stars. The moon is not clear, and only a little moonlight shines on the ground.
Every time Luo Qinglin returned to the cold city from the natural scenery, his mood would become a little depressed.
This depression is a feeling of being unable to adapt to the fast-paced life and a sense of not belonging as a stranger in a big city.
Maybe it's because he is born to be incompatible with steel bars and neon lights, Luo Qinglin thought as he looked at the sparse lights outside the window.
There are more and more thoughts in my mind, and my consciousness is like a jumping light spot, staying at one node for a short while and then jumping to another node.
If he decides to live by the sea, in the forest, or in the mountains when he gets old, will Jiang Yanyu go with him?
When he is old enough to retire, his muscles atrophy, and he can't walk, will Jiang Yanyu still stay by his side?
What will Jiang Yanyu look like when he gets old?
Even if Jiang Yanyu is old, she is probably still a beautiful old vixen.
Suddenly, the image of Jiang Yanyu with gray hair and wrinkles on her face appeared in his mind, but she was still winking at him and saying frivolously, "Mr. Luo, are you nervous now?" Luo Qinglin couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yanyu put down his phone and asked, looking up.
"Nothing." Luo Qinglin quickly stopped fantasizing and randomly asked, "What has Assistant Chen been busy with recently? It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Dealing with some old matters," Jiang Yanyu paused and continued, "and some new matters."
Listening to your words is like listening to a conversation.
It's so mysterious that it's as if nothing has been said.
Luo Qinglin curled his lips, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.
After a while, Jiang Yanyu suddenly asked, "Did you go to Muay Thai class with Qin Xiaoxi?"
"Yeah, just last week." Luo Qinglin replied.
"How's the progress? Can you defend yourself?"
Jiang Yanyu's tone was like that of a head teacher checking homework, which made Luo Qinglin unconsciously straighten his back and sit upright.
Luo Qinglin placed his hands on his knees and replied seriously, "I have only learned some basic footwork and boxing techniques, and have not practiced fighting with others."
"Is that so..." Jiang Yanyu spoke slowly, with a slightly ill-intentioned smile, "Then when we get home later, I'll fight you and check your learning results."
He is a newbie who has only studied for a week and has no learning results at all. What is there to check?
"I...I can't," Luo Qinglin quickly replied, "I'm not yet at the level where I can fight against others."
"It's okay." Jiang Yanyu smiled and said with his shrewd fox eyes slightly narrowed.
"I will teach you well and ensure that you improve rapidly and can defeat your opponent tomorrow."
There are many people traveling and the traffic is heavy on weekends.
After getting off the highway, there were cars on both sides of the road, with cars packed close to each other, it was extremely crowded. The car has to wait for several turns at each traffic light before it can pass.
When I got home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Luo Qinglin huddled in the room, taking his time packing his luggage.
There were only a few shirts and wide-leg pants in the suitcase, but Luo Qinglin kept picking them up and putting them away, folding them and unfolding them, and it took him half an hour to pack them up.
Why exercise at night?
He really didn't want to go home in the middle of the night and practice boxing!
"Luo Qinglin! Haven't you packed your luggage yet?"
The voice of "Dean of Studies" came from downstairs. Luo Qinglin sighed, put on a sports vest reluctantly, and walked out of the room slowly.
When he arrived at the gym, Jiang Yanyu had changed out of his suit and was shirtless again, wearing only a pair of low-waisted sweatpants.
It had been more than half a month since I last saw the muscular body of the male vixen. When I saw him now, Luo Qinglin suddenly felt an itch in his throat, and heat surged from his heart to his cheeks.
Glancing at the vest on Luo Qinglin, Jiang Yanyu frowned and asked, "Do you need to wear a shirt when practicing boxing?"
"Ah... um." Luo Qinglin shifted his gaze elsewhere, avoiding Jiang Yanyu's sight and spoke.
"That's fine."
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, said nothing more, picked up a brand new pair of bright red bandages and boxing gloves, and walked in front of Luo Qinglin.
"Put your hand out." Jiang Yanyu said.
Luo Qinglin obediently stretched out his hand and asked, "When did you prepare it?"
"I bought it the day you removed the plaster." Jiang Yanyu replied.
Jiang Yanyu unwraps the bandage and wraps it tightly around Luo Qinglin's fingers, palms, and wrists...
The bright red bandage wrapped the fair hand tightly, leaving faint red marks on the edge of the bandage. The color was very light, but it was very obvious against the fair skin.
"Separate your fingers." Jiang Yanyu reminded halfway through the entanglement.
Except for the thumb, the other four fingers were half wrapped in bandages. Luo Qinglin used some force to separate the fingers.
The pure cotton bandage goes around the gaps between the fingers one by one and sticks tightly to the webbed fingers.
The skin between the finger webs was already fragile, and when the slightly rough bandage was wrapped around it, Luo Qinglin only felt numbness and pain. Although the pain was not severe, combined with the numbness, it made him feel inexplicably itchy.
"Why are you shrinking?"
Seeing Luo Qinglin constantly retracting his hands, Jiang Yanyu let out a light click of the tongue, forcefully separated his fingers, and pulled the bandage tightly between his ring finger and little finger.
!
The rough cloth passed through the most fragile webs of fingers, and the restlessness reached its peak. Luo Qinglin bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the sigh that was about to burst out of his lips.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanyu did not wrap the bandage around his fingers again, but wrapped it around Luo Qinglin's wrist several times, then fastened the nylon strap to secure the bandage.
Before he could catch his breath, Luo Qinglin heard Jiang Yanyu say "the other hand" again.
Luo Qinglin held his breath, stretched out his right hand as if ready to die, bit his lower lip, clenched his left fist, and endured another heart-wrenching entanglement.
With boxing bandages wrapped around both hands, Luo Qinglin flexibly contracted his fingers a few times before gradually getting used to the feeling of a foreign object between his fingers.
After helping Luo Qinglin put on the boxing gloves, Jiang Yanyu tapped the back of his hand a few times, "Okay, let's get started."
There are not many equipments in the gym. The only large equipments which take up space are bench press, supine leg press and punching bag, which are located in three corners of the gym.
In the last corner there is a large cabinet filled with small fitness equipment.
There is a large open space in the center of the room, with non-slip yoga mats on the ground.
Walking to the center of the room, Jiang Yanyu, without wearing boxing gloves and only wrapped in a layer of bandages, said to Luo Qinglin: "Punch."
"You don't have protective gear?" Luo Qinglin asked worriedly, standing where he was and not daring to make a move.
"No need," Jiang Yanyu raised his chin, smiled to invite a punch, and said with a teasing tone, "Just come on, punch me."
Smelly vixen.
Luo Qinglin silently complained in his heart, moved his right foot back, raised his fists to eye level, and got into a fighting stance.
Adjust your breathing, lift your heels off the ground, keep your toes on the ground, and start the rhythm of your body movements.
Luo Qinglin suddenly jumped forward with his left foot and punched Jiang Yanyu in the face with his left fist.
Bang!
Jiang Yanyu raised his elbow to block his head to resist the sudden attack.
The first punch missed, and Luo Qinglin immediately moved his body weight backwards, about to take a step back to avoid Jiang Yanyu's counterattack.
However, before he could retract his left fist, Jiang Yanyu cheated and grabbed his left arm and pulled it forward suddenly.
!
His center of gravity was off, his body balance was in jeopardy, and Luo Qinglin fell forward suddenly.
In a flash, while Luo Qinglin's center of gravity was unstable, Jiang Yanyu swung his right fist, creating a gust of wind and was about to hit him in the face.
Swish...
The wind was rushing in my ears and my body was falling straight down.
The fist was so close that Luo Qinglin had no time to dodge. He could only subconsciously close his eyes and put his right hand in front of his body to cushion the impact and prevent his face from hitting the ground.
However, the expected pain did not come, and the sound of wind caused by the fist stopped abruptly.
The vest on his back suddenly felt a pulling force, pulling Luo Qinglin backwards, shifting his center of gravity backwards, and the whole person fell to the floor.
Boom!
Luo Qinglin opened his eyes when he fell on the yoga mat.
His left arm was still held by Jiang Yanyu, pulled above his head and unable to break free. Jiang Yanyu rode on his chest, pinning him down with his weight, and raised his eyebrows at him provocatively.
No wonder Jiang Yanyu didn’t wear gloves just now, it turns out he just wanted to play a trick on him!
His right hand was not restrained, so Luo Qinglin immediately raised his right fist and swung it towards Jiang Yanyu's face.
However, this time, Jiang Yanyu did not raise his hand to block the attack, but directly grabbed Luo Qinglin's right arm, pulled his right hand to the top of his head, and nailed it to the yoga mat together with his left hand.
The person under him was completely subdued. Jiang Yanyu had a triumphant smile on his face. He slowly bent down, moved in front of Luo Qinglin, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Now, Mr. Luo, do you know how to defeat your opponent?"
The author has something to say:
Luo Qinglin: You...you are cheating!
Jiang Yanyu: I don’t care, I win! (I don’t want to hear the turtle chanting sutras)
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