The breath from the mouth of the "......." turned into a white mist in the gray vision, Aoki Tsukasa ran with a hum, and in the cold morning, the autumn wind hit his face, and it hurt faintly.

Running to the front of the boxing gym by the street lamp, all the shops were still closed, Aoki Tsukasa stood at the door and looked inside, only to find that the door had been opened.

Tsukasa Aoki pushed open the door, stepped onto the elevator, took out his mobile phone and saw that the time was still ten minutes before five o'clock.

The elevator door opened, and the third floor was bright, and Old John was already sitting in the reception area on the third floor, with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, a cigarette in his mouth, and headphones constantly nodding, looking full of energy.

Seeing Aoki Tsukasa coming out of the elevator, Old John didn't compare much, just nodded, didn't take off the headphones, and pointed out the house: "Half an hour, this street, five back and forth, is there a problem?" ”

T？ Aoki Tsukasa's eyes widened, looking at the dark outside, and thinking about it from memory, how can it be almost ten kilometers back and forth for five round-trips, right?

Half-hour? I'm afraid you're not kidding me!

Before he could refuse, he saw that Old John was there and said calmly: "If you think you can't do it, go home and go to bed early." ”

Aoki Tsukasa stared at him for a while, didn't see what he meant by joking, and took a deep breath: "OK." ”

Turning around and pressing the elevator, Tsukasa Aoki went downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Matsuyama Iwa, who was steaming at the door, and Andy, who had been knocked out by Aoki Tsukasa, panting and preparing to walk in.

Obviously, they also came running.

Seeing Aoki Division, Andy's expression was obviously a little embarrassed, his face was tense and he didn't speak, Matsuyama Iwa greeted with a smile: "What?" The teacher didn't come? ”

"No....... You should know when you go up. Tsukasa Aoki nodded at Matsuyama Iwa with a stinky face, and silently walked past them, striding towards the end of the street.

Matsuyama Iwa and Andy glanced at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Andy whispered in disbelief, "No, we're going to do this, right?" ”

"Probably not....... Haven't we all been there? Matsuyama smiled bitterly and wiped his sweat.

Andy swallowed: "I'm already retired." ”

"Am I too?" Matsuyama Yan glanced at him, and at this moment, he actually had a sense of sympathy for being a brother.

The two of them went upstairs, and a minute later, they ran down with a bitter face, consciously waiting for Aoki Tsukasa to be the first to run back and forth to the door, following behind Aoki Tsukasa.

On the dark street, three muscular men gasped, and clouds of white mist drifted away in the cold air.

Sain, who arrived a little later, soon joined the group and ran bitterly with him.

By the time Tsukasa Aoki reached the fourth round, he already felt a little weak in his legs.

Breathing heavily, his lungs were already faintly burning, and his steps slowed down a little, but suddenly Old John's annoying shout sounded overhead: "It's been twenty minutes and five minutes!" What are you doing? ”

Gritting his teeth and speeding up, Aoki rushed forward.

Matsuyama Iwa, Andy, and Seon couldn't keep up with Aoki Tsukasa for a long time, and the three of them slowed down, almost being caught in a circle by Aoki Tsukasa - it's really hard for this group of old men whose average age is close to thirty years old to endure this pain that may be called an unwarranted disaster.

But Aoki always felt that these guys seemed to be hiding something from themselves, and they were holding back some bad energy in their hearts, although they ran very hard, but they always felt that they were not so tired as themselves.

That's right, after all, the main training goal is themselves, so maybe they don't have that much of a burden.

Tsukasa Aoki thought so and tried to speed up.

After running five round-trips, Aoki almost retched - the weather was so cold that all he was wheezing was the cold air swishing into his lungs, and he was going to eat the cold air.

Holding on to the wall and pressing the elevator, Aoki Tsukasa gasped for breath and went upstairs.

Old John was holding his mobile phone and didn't know what to look at, and he was fascinated, and the coffee in front of him had already finished drinking.

"Done?" Old John looked at Tsukasa Aoki, who was out of breath, and stood up gracefully.

Tsukasa Aoki nodded, swallowed his saliva, and continued to gasp for air.

"OK, put on your coat and rest." Old John smiled and pointed to the venue on the third floor: "You're four minutes late, so your break is going to be subtracted by four minutes, that is, you only have one minute of rest now." ”

Old John looked at his watch and curled the corners of his mouth: "Thirty-five seconds, to be exact." ”

"Huh?" Aoki's eyes widened: "I ran here from home just now, and I ran nearly 10,000 meters, at least let me rest for five minutes, right?" ”

"yes, I should have given you a five-minute break, but you ran out of time." Old John put down the corners of his hooked mouth, and his face was expressionless: "You only have two choices: to do or not to make two choices, there is no negotiation, understand?" ”

Aoki Tsukasa had a cold face and looked at him: "Isn't this kind of training overdrawing your body?" ”

It's too much, and the training should also pay attention to a moderation!

"To do, or not to do." Old John's expression remained unchanged, and his tone never wavered in the slightest.

Tsukasa Aoki coughed twice, and was about to pick up water from the water dispenser on the side, but saw that there was already a sports drink next to the water dispenser, there was no label, and the blue color looked quite attractive.

Aoki Tsukasa didn't care who it was, he grabbed it and dried it out a third of it, the sweet and sour taste was quite delicious, and he said in a calm face: "OK." ”

"Very well, you have five seconds to rest." Old John stared at his watch, his eyes fixed on the second hand.

"The break is over." Looking at Tsukasa Aoki, who had never sat down to breathe, Old John pointed to the venue: "Now I want to see you stretching." ”

Aoki Tsukasa breathed a sigh of relief, and the stretching action could also allow him to recover his physical fitness a little, so he didn't say much, walked to the venue, took off his long-sleeved hooded sweatshirt and threw it aside, the exposed tight half sleeves were already half wet with sweat, and there was an intelligent air conditioning system in the gym, and the temperature was suitable.

Lowering his waist, pressing his legs forward, and turning his shoulders, Aoki did the stretching movements he often used, but he saw Old John leaning against the door with his hands on his chest, with a cold expression: "Are you moving?" Let's get started. ”

Tsukasa Aoki watched him walk straight into the gym, pointed to the sandbag and shouted, "Will it be used?" ”

Aoki nodded hesitantly.

"GOOD, LET'S HAVE A FUN TIME NOW."

Old John pointed to the sandbag, his eyes were a little dangerous: "This game is called I say, you move, you are wrong, you will be punished." ”

"Why don't you consciously tie a bandage, wait for me to tie it for you?" Old John's voice suddenly increased in volume, which frightened Aoki Tsukasa and couldn't help muttering, "You didn't say it again." ”

Seeing that Old John's expression was not good, Aoki Tsukasa trotted to tie the bandage to his hand, fixed it, and stood in front of the sandbag.

With these few words, Aoki Tsukasa stole a little more rest.

"If I say how I fight, you will fight it, and if you make a mistake, you will be punished."

"Is it easy?"

Aoki Si nodded when he heard this, isn't this basic reaction training?

“OK。” Old John watched Aoki Si walk to the sandbag, moving his body with a somewhat relaxed expression, and coldly hooked the corners of his mouth: "Ready........ Begin! ”

"The left whip leg is low, the right whip leg is low, and the left whip leg is medium! The right whip leg is in the middle, and the left whip leg is low! Again! Again! Left leg back swing kick! Left hook straight hook hook! Hook fist, right hook fist! ”

Old John was wearing headphones, his head was little by little, and his hands were still very rhythmic, but the words he said were like pressing the accelerator button, and he read the above series of English accurately in just three seconds.

Tsukasa Aoki raised his hand in confusion, completely forgetting whether he should hit his left hand or his right hand.

Are you singing rap?

Aoki wanted to ask Old John if he was a rapper, but Old John said, "If you're wrong, you'll have to be punished."

"Ten jumping push-ups!"

You have a special kind of pronunciation in Chinese for me to try!

stared at Old John resentfully, but Old John just wore headphones, kept shaking his head, and popped out a sentence intermittently: "YE, YO, Emmm, Ay!" ”

You're really rapping.

Aoki finished doing ten jumping push-ups, and old John didn't wait for Aoki to get ready, so he suddenly continued to speak: "Left jab, stab, stab, right hook, swing swing!" ”

Aoki's fist had to speed up wildly with his words, and there was a muffled sound in his throat, and the punch knocked the sandbag into an astonishing succession.

“baby！ one more time！ One more time! Seeing that Old John was about to sing, Aoki's eyes gradually became a little dazed - could it be that this training lasted until Old John sang well?

What about Matsuyama Rock? What about the guys?

At this time, on the first floor of the boxing gym, Matsuyama Iwa, Andy, and Sein were sitting in the hall, sighing about the past.

"I don't know if John Sr. has started singing rap, and I don't know if his skills have regressed." Thinking of the past, Matsuyama Yan couldn't help but shake his head.

Sain looked afraid: "Believe me, this old guy who aims to release a rap record at the age of seventy has never stopped rapping practice." ”

"Tut-tut." Andy smacked his tongue, his eyes were a little dazed - I don't know if Old John is addicted, if he is, Aoki will be miserable.

Aoki didn't know that the three of them downstairs were sitting together and reminiscing about the bittersweet things, and he felt for the first time in Old John's chattering rap that he had heard of a certain flow of fresh meat in his previous life, and Chris Wuke's big bowl of noodles rap was actually not so bad.

"YO, keep up with this rhythm, shake your head from side to side, left, right, left whip leg three times LETS, GO, GO, GO!"

I'll go to your rhythm!

Tsukasa Aoki raised his left leg numbly, and the whip leg hit the target.

There was a loud bang, venting Aokiji's depressed mood.

But old John sang more vigorously as if he had heard some applause.

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