"You are Tongzi, but you are not a human being. What do you mean by trust between people?"
After saying that, Su Qiao ignored it and started to concentrate on running.
During this period, eyes kept glancing towards her from a certain direction, but she pretended not to see them at all.
Twenty minutes later, she stopped running and began to strengthen her shoulders, arms and back.
When Su Qiao reached fifth place, a very muscular coach came over.
As a result, when his hand was about to press Su Qiao's shoulder blades to help her correct her posture, a slender white hand had already stretched out.
The coach glanced at him, nodded slightly, and left quickly.
Su Qiao stopped, looked at the fitness instructor who left with some suspicion, and then looked up at the man.
Cen Mohan didn't say anything else, but directly instructed her, "Straighten your back, use this place to exert force, don't use your waist, it will easily strain the muscles of the waist, especially those who are new to fitness, so you should pay more attention."
"Oh."
Su Qiao is not too enthusiastic, but his actions are more standardized than before.
In fact, with her current physical fitness, her waist strength is very strong, so she doesn't care about it and just focuses on exercising and stretching.
Cen Mohan watched her do a set and then turned around and left.
He is not a man without eyesight.
The girl in front of her didn't seem to welcome her.
However, it seems that he has not offended her, right?
Cen Mohan turned around and looked silently, then touched his face.
His face... is it so unrecognizable?
She didn't even remember herself.
Somehow, Cen Mohan feels a little depressed.
Is it possible that he showed some tricks?
It seems that it is really difficult to be a good person.
When Cen Mohan was feeling depressed, Su Qiao had finished stretching, went to the front desk to register, received the gloves, and was about to go to a boxing ring in the corner to practice boxing.
To be honest, most of those who practice boxing are strong men, and a few women are also tall and muscular.
Su Qiao Such a little girl, who is not tall, has a slender figure, and is fair and tender. The look of wearing boxing gloves really startled the people next to her.
Cen Mohan, who had been secretly paying attention to her, frowned and walked over.
"You... play boxing?"
"Why, it doesn't look like it?"
Su Qiao bumped his fists against each other, shook his neck, and was ready to start.
Cen Mohan stretched out his hand to block her, and kindly advised, "Your muscles are weak, it is best to exercise for a while first, and then practice boxing when you have reached a certain level of toughness."
Boxing is another sport and it is extremely easy to get injured. Cen Mohan doesn't want her to hurt herself because of her recklessness.
Su Qiao is speechless.
Her muscles are soft?
Has he touched it? Tested?
Just dare to talk nonsense.
She has a small frame and fair skin, so she looks just fleshy.
"Haha, people are judged by their appearance. I'll give this to you."
Su Qiao pushed him away and went straight to the sandbag.
Cen Mohan picked up his boxing gloves from the shelf nearby and walked over quickly. "Then I want to see the power of these words, is that okay?"
If she really can do it, then he has the right to be his sparring partner. If she can't do it, then he should try his best to protect her from getting hurt.
In fact, even Cen Mohan didn't know why he couldn't forget a woman who was about to get married and entered the marriage hall, and he was always worried that she would get hurt.
Three days ago, when he came here, he happened to see her leaving.
Although she had changed her hair style, her clothes were very simple and elegant, and the cute and sweet aura all over her body had been replaced by a cold aura, he could still spot her at a glance.