"How did you practice this outfit?" Xu Zhaobin was not Diana. He relied on his identity as a 'members' with Jian Heng.

"Take it away, I didn't see goose bumps on my body! I just asked what to do, I'm not a woman!" Jian Heng couldn't stand it.

Diana reached out and Jane Heng could still bear it. You, a man in your sixties, still want to get started. Jane Heng is a serious straight man. Now she feels the cold air on her back spine is squirming out.

Just as Xu Zhaobin retracted his hand, another sound came from the door: "Wow! I can train my muscles like this! It's really awesome!"

Following the direction of the sound, Jian Heng saw that the member who had just sat in the hall had stood at the door at some point, staring at his body with green eyes like a wolf.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Another head stretched out behind him.

Soon, seven or eight of his heads stood up next to Jian Heng and began to ask questions around Jian Heng.

Jian Heng was a little embarrassed. Think about it, he only had a boxer underwear on his body, and what it would feel like to be surrounded by a group of men?

Although these people don’t wear much, they are just vests and shorts, and they are all tight-fitting and sporty. The shorts on them are not bigger than Jian Heng’s boxers, but they also have a vest, so they don’t look like Jian Heng’s shirtless.

If this happened in Jian Heng’s hometown, it would be no big deal to have a shirtless cool down on the roadside in summer. There were too many people under the street lights in the dark.

But this is not on the streets of Jian Heng’s hometown, nor is it cool. This is just a few men of skin color watching together. No one would have to stand it!

"What? What? Whose muscles have become?"

Soon a big white guy appeared at the door. This guy obviously had a big muscle tycoon. He was about 1.8 meters tall and had a 70-minute height. His arms were almost as latitude as a girl's slim waist.

But this person looks like he is so much more than Schwarzenegger, and he is almost covered with tattoos. He doesn't lack any devil angels, and he is all in this skin domineering man.

What made Jian Heng laugh even more was that the big man had a Chinese character tattoo on his left chest, a traditional chicken!

Such a strong man had this word tattooed on his body, and this sense of difference made Jian Heng speechless.

Others may think that people with tattoos like this are cool, but Jian Heng cannot appreciate this. Although he has a tattoo on his body now, it is not what he wants to tattoo, but it is given by the secret realm space. It cannot be wiped off and washed off. You can't use a knife to scrape it, right? So Jian Heng had to keep it.

The big muscle bull standing at the door saw Jian Heng's muscles and couldn't help but come in.

He was not crowded when he walked over like this, but he directly used his hand to block his people. When his hand moved, someone immediately turned toward the side, and the whole person came to Jian Heng like a tank.

"Your muscles are great!" The muscle bully looked at Jian Heng's body shape, nodded slightly and said politely.

The so-called experts know whether there is anyone at the right time of action. The Big Muscle knows in his heart how inhumane efforts it takes to develop such a body.

Jian Heng was a little uncomfortable with such a strong muscle bully who suddenly spoke to him in a kind tone.

"Are you the new coach?" Big Muscle continued to ask.

"No, I want to come here to be an assistant," said Jian Heng.

"..." Big Muscle Ba's face froze. After a while, he frowned and said to Jian Heng: "Are you teasing me?"

Big Muscle thought Jian Heng was making fun of himself and came to be an assistant with his muscles? Isn’t that funny?

Xu Zhaobin interrupted at this time and said, "Jason, he does not have a fitness coach certificate yet!"

As soon as these words came out, a large area of ​​people around him immediately poured out.

Jason directly glared his eyes like a bronze bell: "Do you don't have a fitness coach certificate?"

It seems that Jian Heng has no coaching certificate, which is a bit like a racer saying he doesn't have a driver's license. In their opinion, you have trained your muscles to this world level, but you don't have a coaching certificate yet? This is too much.

Jian Heng immediately said: "No, I just signed up yesterday and I will take the exam next Wednesday."

"Oh, let's communicate more when you have time in the future." Jason, a muscle bully, nodded to Jian Heng, then turned around and said, "Go to do your own thing, it's impolite to surround others!"

After saying that, Jason smiled at Jian Heng, then pushed the crowd away and walked towards the door.

Hearing Jason say this, the people around him soon dispersed, and only Xu Zhaobin stayed.

"I didn't expect that it looked like this and spoke a little more reliable," said Jian Heng.

Diana replied casually: "Jason is quite gentlemanly."

"Gentleman?" Jian Heng thought of this method of pulling people, and felt that it had nothing to do with gentlemen. At most, this muscle bully, Jason, just rely on some tricks.

Xu Zhaobin has been accompanying Jian Heng for all the physical examinations, which is called full-time accompanying service, but Jian Heng seriously suspects that the old man does not want to accompany him for a physical examination, but wants to see more of his muscles.

Jian Heng was pulled by Diana to measure everything he could from head to toe, and got a very substantial report, and was kicked out of the physical examination center.

With this report, as for the assistant, he naturally got it. If Jian Heng hadn't even had a decent certificate, he would have been considered a formal coach tomorrow.

After getting what he wanted - the identity card that means he could enter and exit here at will tomorrow, Jian Heng immediately said goodbye and left.

Xu Zhaobin followed Jian Heng enthusiastically and kept sending him out of the door.

When Jian Heng saw that the car he had made an appointment arrived, he waved his hand at Xu Zhaobin, then opened the car door and got into the car and left.

When he arrived at the place where he lived, Jian Heng got out of the car and was still confused. He didn't know why he saw his body, a group of muscle men seemed to meet beautiful women in the wild, let alone a group of muscle men, even Diana's eyes looking at Jian Heng made Jian Heng feel a little scared.

Jian Heng knew that the muscles with only six o'clock body fat were difficult to practice, but he did not understand how difficult it was to practice. He was not originally trained, so he certainly didn't know the ups and downs of it.

This is like a rich second generation. His father gave him 10 million to spend money at will. He earned 10 million through his own efforts. He also earned 10 million, but his feelings about owning him are completely different.

Jian Heng is like a "rich second generation" in the fitness world who knows that this "money" is difficult to make, but he doesn't know how it is difficult to make.

People like Xu Zhaobin have developed muscles with a body fat of about 10% and a great latitude. I don’t know how many years I have eaten a bland diet, nor how much sweat I have shed on various equipment in the gym. Many people even use contraband at the cost of health, and have been given steroids and other things to this day.

Where is Jian Heng? When he drinks a few bottles of water, it feels like he is full of breath. If he wants to be thick, he will be thick, and if he wants to be slender, he will immediately have such a muscle in more than two weeks. How can he have the feeling of a person who has really trained it? So he doesn't understand all the strong enthusiasm that others feel when they see his muscles like this.

I guess if the gym masters know that things are really similar, at least half of them can kill themselves with a wall, and the remaining half will definitely kill Jian Heng first, and then kill himself.

Just as he was walking home, he was about to enter the hall, suddenly Jian Heng heard someone shouting something very funny.

"Hey, everyone, look at it, is that dog going to jump off the building?"

Jian Heng's face turned, and an idea suddenly arose in his heart: Who is so stupid to say this? Will the dog jump off the building and commit suicide?

When he turned his head, Jian Heng found that several women were pointing at the upstairs with their heads raised and pointed at the top of the building.

Following their eyes, Jian Heng immediately found a dog standing on a fire passage.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is standing. Specifically, the front paws are slid on the iron bar at the lowest point of the passage, and the two hind legs stand on the passage surface. A dog's face is full of that kind of resolute and cold expression.

Jian Heng also felt strange that he could actually see a cold expression on a dog's face. When he thought of it, he shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and then looked carefully. Indeed, the face of the puppy standing on several high passages did look like he had suicide.

After a closer look, Jian Heng realized that this dog was not another dog, it was the Teddy raised by the fucked old woman, the one bitten by his own gray rabbit Erhu.

Jian Heng has no good impression of this Teddy Jian Heng. Not only did it happen last time, but it also likes to scream, and it still yells endlessly, no matter how time is it. In addition, its fucked hostess, he looks like I am white, and I am nobler than you. Not to mention people of color in the whole building, even few white people who live like this pair of pets.

So even though I saw that the dog seemed to jump off the building, the women downstairs had no other expressions, and just raised their heads and watched silently.
Chapter completed!