Although Yang Wanjun said that he was a master's degree graduate majoring in physical education every now and then, he really couldn't tell from his appearance that he was practicing sports, and there was no trace of the masculinity of a sports person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the contrary, the first impression is like that of a merry little prince in the night market.

He has a little white face, especially the fair skin, it is estimated that many girls will be ashamed of themselves when they see it.

At this time, Yang Wanjun's originally fair face did reveal a touch of redness, as if he was drunk.

He only felt a very obvious current of heat, emerging from his stomach and quickly transmitting towards his whole body and limbs, and the warm feeling instantly filled his whole body.

Along with this warm current, a feeling of strength emerged in the 639 muscles of the body, both inside and outside.

An irrepressible desire suddenly appeared in Yang Wanjun's heart, wanting to vent, wanting to exert himself, wanting to exert himself, and wanting to sweat!

This desire is stronger than that, more than men's physiological instincts.

At this moment, the circulation of qi and blood in his body intensified, and the large and small muscle groups on his body began to be congested and expanded, and the whole person felt that it was obviously bigger, like a popeye who had gnawed on spinach.

Even the slightly loose thread clothes that were originally worn on the body became tight, and in an instant, Yang Wanjun, a little white face, completed the evolution of the road to a sunny man, and through the thick winter clothes, people could feel his strength.

His fair skin, the original slightly sissy appearance, and the now congested and bulging muscle groups, the combination of the three gives people a strange beauty.

"Wow, why didn't you notice that he was so handsome?"

Among the accompanying TV stations, some girls began to become, attracted by Yang Wanjun's masculine temperament after drug use.

"Muscle armor is the best clothes for men, when I heard this sentence before, I didn't feel anything, but today I found out that I really didn't say anything wrong!"

The girl looked at Yang Wanjun with a look and muttered to herself.

"Wow!"

"It seems that this little boss's perfect tonic has a good effect, very obvious!"

The people who eat melons discussed.

"Whew!"

At this time, Yang Wanjun took a deep breath, driven by 639 powerful muscles inside and outside his body, his heart was filled with a desire and urge to vent.

Yang Wanjun originally hated things like barbell plates and dumbbells, although he claimed to be a master's degree graduate majoring in physical education, but it was more of a verbal theory, which can be seen from his slightly thin body and white calloused hands.

But he did not hesitate now, and walked towards the dumbbell rack on the side of the gym, and strode towards it.

Yang Wanjun walked to the dumbbell rack, habitually picked up two small dumbbells with a weight of 5KG, one in each hand, and started bicep curls.

"Whew!"

Originally, under the stimulation of the simulated environment in the god-level priest's chair, the biceps brachii, which had been overdrawn and began to exhaust, was full of strength again at this moment.

The two hands holding the little dumbbells are about to pull out the afterimage.

The people eating melons in Hongtang Village behind him, as well as the people on the TV station, were already dumbfounded.

"It's too light, it's not cool!"

In less than a minute, Yang Wanjun had already done dozens of curls, and he still felt that it was not enjoyable, and the feeling of muscle expansion was not cathartic at all, so he threw aside two small dumbbells with a weight of 5KG.

HE DIRECTLY PICKED UP THE DUMBBELL WITH A STANDARD WEIGHT OF 10KG, AND AFTER DOING A FEW CURLS, IT STILL FELT A LITTLE LIGHT AND NOT STRONG ENOUGH.

12.5KG, 15KG, 17.5KG, one by one, fortunately, it was not enough, and in the end, it was not until Yang Wanjun picked up a dumbbell with a weight of 20KG that he found that cool feeling.

While doing the bicep curl, he finally showed a satisfied smile on his face, as if Sun Dasheng picked up the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea in Journey to the West.

"One-fifteen-ten, fifteen-twenty!"

While doing it, Yang Wanjun was still counting, as the weight of the dumbbell acted on the biceps, the blood in the whole body became more and more concentrated, and the muscle congestion became more and more powerful.

His entire upper arm began to bulge with the naked eye, and the sleeves of his shirt, which were originally loose, began to become tight.

"Hah!"

"It's still not enough!"

With the extreme congestion of the muscles, the strength is also increasing, Yang Wanjun put down the 20KG dumbbells, and wanted to find a heavier one, but Xiaobai's gym has incomplete facilities, and 20KG is already the dumbbell with the largest weight.

Yang Wanjun showed a dissatisfied expression on his face, he looked regretful and unhappy, turned his head to look around, and after looking around, he stopped his gaze in one place.

"Whew! It's you!"

Eager to try, he strode over, his face full of anticipation.

"Ahh

"Brother Yang, you, you, what are you going to do!"

Among the crowd on the TV station, the strong guy wearing a dark Nike down jacket and carrying a camera looked at Yang Wanjun, who was aggressive and walking like a Chinese version of the Hulk, with a panicked expression on his face.

The strong guy couldn't help but retreat.

Yang Wanjun didn't care about it, his face was full of expectation.

The strong guy, frightened, retreated step by step, but unfortunately the speed was not as fast as Yang Wanjun.

In the blink of an eye, he was forced to see Yang Wanjun.

"Ahh

The strong guy looked innocent, and in front of the drug-addicted Yang Wanjun, he couldn't raise a trace of desire to resist, as if the little girl had met an old rascal, and wailed helplessly.

The people on the surrounding TV stations, as well as the melon-eating masses in Hongtang Village, quickly retreated to both sides in line with the mentality of dead friends and immortal poor people, and instantly completely isolated the strong guy in front of Yang Wanjun.

"Brother Yang, don't come here, come over again, I'm welcome!"

The strong young man said inwardly.

"Huh!"

Yang Wanjun smiled, the steps on the soles of his feet, the movements in his hands, without the slightest pause, he opened his arms, as if the big bad wolf had met the little white rabbit, and pounced directly towards the strong guy.

The strong guy's waving arms looked so helpless in front of Yang Wanjun.

Yang Wanjun walked to the side of the strong guy, and with one hand effortlessly blocked the strong guy's resistance, and with the other hand, he easily turned the strong guy around, and then adjusted his posture, grabbing the collar of the opponent's back with one hand, and grabbing the waist of the strong guy's pants with the other.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, Yang Wanjun's arms suddenly exerted force, and he directly lifted the strong guy who was running for 200 catties above his head.

"Ahh

The strong guy is between Yang Wanjun's hands at the moment, like a weak girl, helpless, screaming, wailing!

"When did this guy get so fierce!"

"It's a drug! It's still the small universe that has exploded, and even a strong person like Xiao Wang doesn't have the slightest power to resist in front of him, why don't you be so ruthless!"

Everyone on the TV station and the melon-eating people in Hongtang Village were shocked by Yang Wanjun's domineering and violent move.