"Filmed? That's next! Matsuyama Iwa looked at the humming of the shirtless Aoki Tsukasa waving the skipping rope, and continued to use various flower jobs, and nodded with satisfaction.

Kento Yoshimoto smiled and made an OK gesture: "The shot is very clear, and the muscle lines are also very good." ”

This fancy skipping rope was originally used to exercise footwork and coordination, but at this time he asked Aoki to skip the rope, just because it looked cooler.

Aoki felt that he had exercised a little, so he was called to stop, put down the skipping rope without panting, and followed Matsuyama Iwa to the next training project.

Matsuyama Iwa led him to the corner of the wall, where there was a thick ball of hemp rope, which at first glance felt that it was not light.

Aoki Tsukasa pulled out the rope with ease, tidied it up, and squatted down slightly with his legs.

"Hah!" Tsukasa Aoki let out a loud shout, and the big rope in his hand shook like a wave.

The camera faithfully recorded all this, and when Aoki Tsukasa didn't exert his strength, the muscles on his seemingly thin arms bulged, and the green tendons were faintly visible, and the large rope with the thickness of his wrist was shaken by him with all his might, and it made a rhythmic crackling sound on the ground.

Asami Oishi looked at this scene and muttered in some surprise, "Is this rope plastic?" ”

But this guy's muscles look so strong! Asami Oishi swallowed uncontrollably.

She happened to be standing next to the club coach who was watching the excitement with his arms crossed, and when he heard this, he immediately explained: "The two ropes add up to almost 20 catties, but they are not made of plastic." ”

"Good, that's amazing!" Asami Oishi smacked her tongue secretly, looking at Aoki Division's expression as if she still had some room to spare, and her heart was even more in awe.

"OK, next." Matsuyama Yan hugged his arms and nodded, his thick muscles making it extremely difficult for him to hold his arms.

Kento Yoshimoto gave a thumbs up to Tsukasa Aoki and said loudly, "Aoki-kun behaved very well, just try to exaggerate the movements as much as possible, so that they look better when they are sent." ”

"Uh, yes." Aoki Tsukasa smiled wryly and followed Matsuyama Iwa to the big tire placed in the corner, and lifted the hammer that was set aside.

What are you doing with a hammer?

Smash!

Tsukasa Aoki raised the hammer and swiped it twice in his hand, waiting for Kento Yoshimoto to set the camera back before he slammed it high above his head and slammed it down.

The hammer head like black lightning made a tingling sound on the tire, but Asami Oishi's attention was not at all on his action of thumping the tire, but completely stared at Tsukasa Aoki's figure.

Just looking at Aoki Tsukasa holding the hammer head high, there are faint sweat dripping on the obvious abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles between the chest and abdomen, and the strong muscles are like steel exuding a faint luster. And when it falls, the vague muscles in the corners suddenly stand out and squeeze together, as if carved out.

This scene made Asami Oishi's legs faintly weak, and her face was hot.

"So handsome!" Asami Oishi unconsciously controlled a camera to capture the muscle changes of Aoki Tsukasa.

“OK！” Kento Yoshimoto nodded in satisfaction, looking at the picture taken by his camera, it was simply perfect.

Moreover, at this efficiency, it probably only takes less than an hour to shoot it all, right? Thinking of the generous reward given by Matsuyama Iwa, Kento Yoshimoto felt that this job was really good.

Aoki Tsukasa breathed a sigh of relief, touched a handful of sweat that flowed slightly from his smooth head, and followed Matsuyama Iwa to the octagonal cage.

"How?" Aoki Tsukasa looked at Matsuyama Iwa, who was warming up in front of him, and his expression was quite relaxed.

His training is less than half of what he used to do, probably doing a little bit of each exercise, recording it to the camera, and it's over.

The promotional video is to make yourself look a little more explosive, and Aoki Tsukasa knows what to do.

Songshan Yan twisted his waist and looked at the camera: "How do you think the shooting effect is better?" ”

Kento Yoshimoto held his chin, looked at the camera, and muttered, "Well, I think it would be a little more shocking if I could add some takedowns and other movements, after all, there are many differences in the size of Matsuyama-kun and Aoki-kun." ”

"I see." Matsuyama Iwa nodded, looked at the smiling Aoki Tsukasa and snorted, "It's cheap, you kid, let you use me as a target to practice today." ”

"Don't think I don't know that Brother Yan wants to be on TV." Aoki Si smiled at him with a wink, causing him to pretend to be fierce: "I'll also come for the anti-strike training for a while." ”

"Don't, don't, let's let Coach Oda come." Tsukasa Aoki hurriedly smiled flatteringly - anti-blow training is nothing more than the coach hitting his body with a fist or prop, in other words, being beaten.

Songshan Rock's big fist in a casserole should not be taken casually. But to be honest, Aoki Tsukasa has been beaten in his dreams and training recently, and his skills don't know how much he has improved, but his ability to resist blows has definitely improved by leaps and bounds.

"Let's get started!" Matsuyama Iwa bent down and made a boxing hug.

Tsukasa Aoki turned colored, put on a cold face, and seemingly unintentionally aimed his better-looking left face at the camera, and posed.

Matsuyama Iwa shouted and rushed forward to swing his fist, but Aoki Tsukasa plunged into his inner circle, hugged his waist horizontally, and violently exerted his strength, and Matsuyama Iwa, who was like a giant, was thrown to the ground like a rag doll, making a muffled bang.

Damn, why did this kid fall on me like this!? Matsuyama Iwa originally thought that Aoki Tsukasa was just an ordinary dive and hugging and falling, but he didn't expect him to have a movement to shake with his strength, and this fall was really miserable.

Tsukasa Aoki let go of his hand and took two steps back, his expression unchanged: he thought Matsuyama was ready.

Kento Yoshimoto opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene recorded by the camera, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's amazing." ”

Matsuyama Iwa let out a muffled snort, glanced at Kento Yoshimoto, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he immediately got up, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Aoki Tsukasa again.

Aoki Tsukasa naturally dived and fell, this time he didn't use his strength to throw him out as exaggerated just now, but after destroying the center of gravity of Matsuyama Rock with his foot, he fell to the side, this kind of fall is not handsome enough, but ...... It doesn't hurt that much.

Matsuyama Iwa didn't know Aokiji's good intentions, he was thrown suddenly just now, this time, he was ready to let Aokiji take advantage of his strength to fall himself, but he didn't think that this stinky boy would change his wrestling method, and his feet were confused by the sudden hook leg, and before he could react, he was thrown sideways to the ground.

"Hiss....." Matsuyama Yan gasped in pain, but with so many people around him watching, it was impossible for him to say that he was in a little pain now, so he could only stare at Aoki Tsukasa with wide eyes, and the indescribable resentment in his eyes.

Or let someone else take the beating, right? I can't fight back, I can only be beaten, I've been retired for so long, it hurts to go home like this! Matsuyama retreated in his heart.

Tsukasa Aoki, pay attention to his eyes! Tsukasa Aoki looked like he was staring at Matsuyama Iwa with a focused expression, but in fact, his ears had already been opened, and his attention was all focused on the discussions of the surrounding photography team.

"That's handsome!"

"It's like a movie."

"Tsk, sure enough, this profession is different, such a big person, he said he would fall over!"

"Terrifying!"

Aoki Division's ears moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth were quietly hooked, do you want to have a more flowery one? Communicate with Songshan Rock, have an over-the-shoulder fall or a foot fall? Flying armbar seems to be more awesome, but the actual combat is of little significance, don't be said to be a showman, right?

Tsukasa Aoki was in distress.

Songshan Yan's forehead was bruised one by one, and he secretly clenched his teeth: This stinky boy, is it on purpose?!

"Brother Yan, phone!" The coach of the club suddenly shouted, and Matsuyama Yan suddenly got up with relief: "Cough, here, who is it, Coach Oda, you accompany him for a while, I'll answer the phone!" ”

Stinky boy, the sparring partner will come in a while, I'm going to let him beat you up!

Matsuyama Iwa gritted his teeth and glared at Aoki Division, who realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Uh, it doesn't seem like you've done anything wrong, right?

Probably there were too many cameras and I was a little nervous.

Aoki Tsukasa watched Coach Oda, who had replaced Matsuyama Iwa, walk into the octagonal cage and smiled kindly: "Coach Oda, what moves are we going to practice next?" ”

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