Chapter 8
In the early morning, the breeze blew into the room along the cracks of the window sill. The young man on the bed slept with his legs spread out, letting the alarm on his mobile phone ring over and over again.
After dragging on for fifteen minutes, the young man finally opened his eyes.
His long and warped peach blossom eyes were filled with mist. Although his owner was in a daze, he still looked at his lover with affection.
"I don't want to get up." The young man said to himself.
He rolled over while holding the thin air conditioner, and his pajamas were opened messily, revealing a small piece of white skin. He turned over with force and finally completed the terrible task of getting up.
Xia Yan quickly washed and dressed, put on sportswear, and walked quickly to the first floor.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning, most of the guests were still in deep sleep, and the live broadcast was not turned on. The first floor was empty, with only two staff members wiping the tables.
Xia Yan knew that he was not popular, so he went straight to the gym without saying much.
He didn't know that the two staff members were screaming in their hearts as they looked at his back.
The gym in the villa is fully equipped, and the room is spacious enough to accommodate more than a dozen people to exercise together. Xia Yan didn't exercise for the past two days, and felt that all the muscles in his body were soft.
As a scumbag top? How can you not have abdominal muscles?
Xia Yan secretly came to exercise when no one was around to maintain the pride of the scumbag top.
He pushed open the door, and the morning sun shone through the clean and transparent French windows, dyeing the ground a sweet golden color. A strong and tall black figure suddenly appeared in the eyes of the young man.
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The man was facing the light, with a strong outline, a pair of deep and cold eyes above his straight nose, and a height of 1.8/1.9 meters, which was extremely oppressive.
The two looked at each other.
The strong pressure made Xia Yan subconsciously put on a false mask, the corners of his lips raised, the orbicularis oculi bulged, and bent into a perfect range, a standard amorous smile.
"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you."
The young man's voice was soft and lingering, like a whisper in the ear of a lover.
Wei Junhao's face turned red and blue, and the towel in his hand was almost broken by him. After more than ten seconds, he responded to the young man with an impolite snort.
He put down the equipment in his hand, walked to the treadmill at the end, and ran in silence.
Xia Yan blinked.
It seemed... he was hated.
I didn't do anything?
The system said in his mind: [For cannon fodder, this is a very normal thing. ] After all, cannon fodder has a bad reputation, negative passers-by's favorability, and is born with a malicious BUFF.
[You are right. ]
The young man didn't think about it anymore, chose a position, and started to do warm-up exercises to prevent muscle strain. He has done this set many times and can do it with his eyes closed.
The central air conditioning is running, and it won't be hot even in the sun.
The soft morning light enveloped the young man's slender and strong body. It seemed as if there were elves dancing on his fair skin. Even the angle of his flying hair was perfect, just like he was acting in an idol drama.
Another man in the gym was "forced" to admire everything.
Wei Junhao came to the treadmill and wanted to stay away from the young man, but after walking in, he found that there were some irregular colorful mirrors attached to the front for decoration.
The largest one was as big as a basketball.
The young man wore a white sleeveless sports shirt and black and gray knee-length sports pants today. His arms and calves were all exposed, and the white was dazzling.
Wei Junhao's eyes followed him involuntarily
. One minute later.
He poked the treadmill button with his fingers, speeding up, trying to divert his attention with high-intensity exercise.
He ran for ten minutes, and Xia Yan began to stretch his leg muscles. His sports shorts moved upward inch by inch with the posture...
and accelerated silently.
After running for fifteen minutes, the young man finished stretching.
He breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, wiped the sweat from his head, and slowed down the speed by three gears. And Xia Yan... began to exercise his abdominal muscles.
He clenched his fists, kept his forearms close to the ground, placed his elbows just below his hip joints, stood upright on the soles of his feet, straightened his back and pulled in his abdomen, with his body in a vertical line.
A standard plank.
This was a posture that Wei Junhao had seen countless times in the gym, but looking at the young man's full and perky buttocks, he... silently raised the treadmill.
The plank was a test of one's endurance. Xia Yan could not hold on after doing it for ten minutes.
He switched to various machines, exercising every muscle in his body evenly to maintain a good figure.
Wei Junhao: "..." Obviously, those machines looked normal before, but today... His mouth was dry, and it was as if he was under a spell, and his legs could not move.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, did not disturb each other.
The clock ticked, and it was getting hot outside. Xia Yan was sweating all over, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and he was breathing softly.
He glanced at the man and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
You have great endurance to run for so long.
He can't do it.
In his previous life, Xia Yan was a social animal, he was very busy with work, and he went to the gym at most once a week. The frequency of exercise was not high. It can only be said that he was exercising his body, and it was a dream to want muscles.
After coming to this world, although the original owner was not ambitious, he had a good figure and six abdominal muscles.
The system said that having abdominal muscles is a standard feature of an attacker.
In order to maintain his character, Xia Yan was forced to go to the gym to exercise. After a while, he also had fun. Which man has not thought about abdominal muscles?
He picked up six packs for nothing and was very happy.
After the fusion of body and soul deepened, perhaps because he had been exercising all the time, his abdominal muscles did not change much.
Alas! It's a pity that there are still too few muscles. If he could be like Wei Junhao... He secretly glanced at the man again. He was so envious of the obvious muscle outline, strong body, and broad shoulders.
As for him, thin muscles can be seen on his abdomen, but they are not visible to the naked eye on the body. Only when they are squeezed out can they be noticed by others.
Or touch it?
Xia Yan pinched his arm. The skin was smooth, firm and elastic, and quite nice to touch.
Wei Junhao had been looking at Xia Yan, and saw every little movement of his. He felt dizzy after running for a long time. The mirror in front of him reflected countless Xia Yans, and every Xia Yan was smiling at him.
No, it was not a man's ethics.
The man's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth. He stopped the treadmill and wiped off the sweat with a towel. The strength of his hands... if you didn't know, you would think he was wiping glass.
Taking a deep breath, he walked quickly to the young man and asked him condescendingly: "You peeked at me."
"..." Xia Yan remained calm, "No, you saw wrong."
He repeated: "You peeked at me."
"Are you looking at me?"
"..."
"If you didn't look at me, how would you know I was looking at you?" The young man looked innocent, with a slightly upturned tone at the end of his voice, and because of the movement, there was also a little bit of panting.
Wei Junhao's brows were wrinkled enough to kill flies, and he looked up and down at the young man.
Xia Yan let him look at him, his heart was tense, but his posture and expression were very relaxed, from time to time observing the man's expression, ready to run away.
The other party's muscles were so strong, he didn't dare to confront him head-on.
When those peach blossom eyes swept over him again, Wei Junhao was sure in his heart that Xia Yan... he was seducing him. I've heard that he's a playboy, but I didn't expect that he couldn't stand it in just a few days of the show.
Wei Junhao was angry and disappointed.
He looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Xia Yan, don't try to seduce me, I will never be fooled by you."
After speaking, he rubbed the young man's shoulder and walked out quickly, his steps were anxious and flustered, as if there were evil spirits chasing him behind him, leaving someone shocked.
[System, system, what did he say? ]
[He said that you, the host, seduced him. ]
Xia Yan was wronged: [When did I seduce him. ]
999 thought about it, and said uncertainly: [Is it because you looked at his muscles too greedily? ]
Xia Yan was also confused, depressed, but he could only admit the blame: [Wei Junhao is too narcissistic, looking at him a few more times means that he likes him. 】
The system hummed twice, helping the host to complain.
They were immersed in chatting in their minds, ignoring the situation outside, until someone pinched their hair, Xia Yan came back to his senses: "Tu Xi, why are you here?"
The man did not reply, but asked: "What were you talking about with Wei Junhao just now?"
"..."
What a joke!
How could Xia Yan have the nerve to say that he was greedy for someone's muscles, but was regarded as seducing him. He avoided his eyes and said vaguely: "Nothing, just a few words."