was just thrown down by this machine, and Bai Su still has some psychological shadows on the treadmill.

But it was Lan Li who put her on the treadmill, and she had to do it.

Seeing Bai Su holding the handrail steady, Lan Li began his teaching.

He pointed to an inconspicuous black button, "This is the on/off key." The red one is the accelerator button, and the green one is the deceleration button. The functions of the rest of the buttons are written above, you can see for yourself. ”

Bai Su looked at the red buttons, his face dark.

Can the WHO tell her why there is a treadmill in the world with red buttons that are not on/off but accelerators?

Sister Su was bitter, but Sister Su didn't say anything.

"Still don't get it?"

Lan Li saw that she lowered her head and pondered and didn't speak, but she still didn't understand, "You come down, Ah Yang goes up to demonstrate." ”

In normal times, Cheng Jingyang would definitely not agree to give Bai Su a demonstration. But now it's different from the past, how can I say that he also indirectly caused Bai Su to fall into the mud, and he still has to bear this responsibility.

He reluctantly walked onto the treadmill, lazily pressed a few buttons, and ran rhythmically.

Bai Su stood next to the treadmill and could clearly feel the speed of the treadmill.

She didn't run slowly, even as fast as she was testing the 400 meters. Cheng Jingyang ran on the treadmill without changing color for about two or three minutes before he came down with a slightly wet towel.

The hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and wilted against the door of his head. It's a little wilted, but it still looks sunny. There was no unpleasant smell of sweat on him, just the smell of cologne mixed with the scent of soap.

It's really eye-catching to look at, but it's also true that people owe flat.

"I'm done." Cheng Jingyang breathed a long sigh of relief, "Brother Oak also runs for a while?" ”

"Nope." Lan Li smiled and waved his hand, "I've been busy with work lately and neglected to exercise, I'm afraid I won't be able to run so much." ”

"What about a barbell?"

Cheng Jingyang wanted to let Lan Li behave, and Lan Li naturally saw his intentions. He punched Cheng Jingyang on the shoulder and laughed, "Stinky boy." ”

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bai Su would never have associated the man in front of him who was holding a barbell of almost two hundred catties with the gentle Lan Oak. Her vision was strongly impacted, silently soothing her little heart.

Lan Li put down the barbell, didn't catch his breath, and still smiled.

"My muscles were loose, and I almost didn't hold it."

"Lan Sect is too modest, praise to you! With this level of barbell, even three of you can lift! Mo Cong almost wagged his tail and said it flatteringly.

"Set aside and play!"

Cheng Jingyang kicked him in the ass, "Go over and take a look at one." ”

Mo Cong's face was bitter, and he felt that this sycophant was really not the right time.

"Brother Yang......" he laughed twice, "It's not that you don't know how many catties and taels I have." ”

Cheng Jingyang was unmoved, still looking at him.

For the sake of his ass, Mo Cong had no choice but to walk forward miserably and try to ask Lan Li for help with his eyes.

Lan Li chuckled and made way for him.

Even the Lan Sect abandoned him, and there was no hope in his life.

In despair, Mo Cong bent down and clasped the ends of the barbell with both hands.

Hard...... Hard...... Push harder...... Mo Cong's face turned red, but the barbell did not move.

His face was a little unbearable, and he stepped aside with a smile, "Old and old, Qin Huangshang!" ”