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Like a devil's training, Wei Yuan quickly began to pant, his breathing becoming rapid, and besides his shirt being soaked with sweat, his forehead was also covered in perspiration!
As the sweat soaked through the thin white undershirt, Wei Yuan's upper body started to become transparent. To cover her embarrassment, Yang Ying coughed and said, "Let's take a break before continuing!"
After Wei Yuan removed the weights from his arms, Yang Ying once again brought him a bowl of Angelica Chicken Soup to drink. Then, for the first time, she gently handed him some Medicinal Wine, saying, "Wherever you feel sore, just apply this; it's very effective."
After managing to rest for more than ten minutes, the weights on his feet could not be removed due to Yang Ying's insistence. The weights were tied back onto his arms as he continued practicing the set of punches that Yang Ying had taught him.
Then Yang Ying demonstrated some techniques for stretching the muscles and bones. It was during this time that White Mist drove towards Yang Ying, and her aerial roll showcased her flexibility and bounce beyond normal human limits, which left Wei Yuan in awe.
So when Yang Ying took the stage to demonstrate personally, it became the most eye-catching part of the entire devilish training. Wei Yuan realized that this girl's flexibility surpassed that of so-called yoga instructors by a large margin!
Watching her body bend freely according to her will revealed her perfect figure without a doubt. After finishing her demonstration, Yang Ying asked, "Did you understand?"
At that moment, Wei Yuan's attention was completely elsewhere; he could only shake his head and say, "I didn't get it. Can you do it again?"
This couldn't be blamed on Wei Yuan. He had rarely had opportunities to interact with girls; his Peach Blossom Luck index was so low it was almost ridiculous. Whenever he saw couples being intimate on campus, he would comfort himself by thinking: perhaps they are long-lost siblings!
However, to be fair, Wei Yuan was quite handsome and had a certain charm about him that shouldn't have led to such a dismal situation. The reason lay in his inability to know how to interact with girls; he used to get nervous whenever he saw one and would blush when talking to them...
But now, when facing Lan Xue, he felt relatively natural since she was his classmate whom he had secretly admired for three years. As for Yang Ying, there were even fewer issues; her looks and figure were outstanding and should have made her someone people admired from afar without daring to approach.
Yet her personality was more extroverted and bold, which made it easier for Wei Yuan to interact with her without feeling too uncomfortable.
Now that he had the opportunity to openly admire her, Wei Yuan found it hard not to focus on observing her movements.
However, during the second demonstration, Wei Yuan dared not let his mind wander again because the previous set of punches made him realize that Yang Ying genuinely cared about him; many of the setups were tailored specifically for his body.
But after memorizing all her explanations and movements, Wei Yuan still found himself in a bit of a dilemma. After all, improving flexibility required practice; now that his body had already set into shape, what good would it do?
However, the set of techniques taught by Yang Ying was quite different. At this moment, Yang Ying stepped forward and forcefully pulled on Wei Yuan's body. Amidst the pain, there was indeed a slight feeling of expansion, but it was only then that Yang Ying realized Wei Yuan was still carrying over ten pounds of lead weights.
"Sorry, let's take these off before we practice," Yang Ying said apologetically as she brushed her long hair aside.
At that moment, Yang Ying, displaying an unprecedented gentleness, bent down to help Wei Yuan remove the lead weights from his feet and then took off the ones from his arms.
Seeing her like this made Wei Yuan feel even more uncomfortable. "Don't do that; it feels so strange watching you!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Ying immediately got angry. "Enough! I treated you nicely because you let me stay in your room. How dare you say you're not used to it? Do you want me to hit you so you can get used to it?"
This was truly Yang Ying's nature. Wei Yuan realized he had been a bit foolish; seeing her like this made him feel at ease because this was the real her.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong; I even mixed up my underwear!" Wei Yuan said.
Yang Ying then showed a strict coach demeanor and scolded him, "Stop talking nonsense and focus on your training."
Taking advantage of the moment when Wei Yuan's body couldn't bend at a certain angle, she knelt on his thigh, pulling his entire body into a satisfactory stretch.
However, Wei Yuan found it somewhat uncomfortable. After all, at his age, it was already too late to be stretching and loosening up. Nevertheless, working on flexibility would help him evade agile opponents like Viper Man in the future.
After learning a few simple movements, Wei Yuan continued to strap on the lead weights and followed the previous routine for half an hour. He performed high knees in place, ran around the room, squatted up and down—he didn't stop for even a moment during that time.
But after half an hour, when Wei Yuan finally stopped, he felt like his breath was about to cease. This should be the limit of his current physical exertion; in the past, he could have sustained it for at least one or two hours.
Exhausted, Wei Yuan sat on a nearby chair against the wall, gasping for air. His whole body was drenched in sweat; he felt like a damp piece of candy. Seeing this, Yang Ying felt a bit sorry for him and quickly brought over a bowl of Angelica Chicken Soup.
Wei Yuan gradually calmed his breathing until he felt the burden on his body lessen. He picked up the black chicken soup and drank it all in one go. After such prolonged exercise, he was parched and said to Yang Ying, "Bring me another bowl!"
At that moment, Yang Ying acted like a star hotel waitress and really went out to fetch another bowl for Wei Yuan. "I’ll bring as many as you want. I’ll go busy myself now; just leave one bowl for Han Ling."
Wei Yuan just realized that since he returned, Han Ling had been hiding in her room. This girl really has a strong case of social anxiety. Wei Yuan curiously asked, "Have you been able to talk to her? How do you show concern for her?"
Yang Ying sighed and said, "After all, we live in the same house. She's been a bit down lately, but we still occasionally greet each other."
This made Wei Yuan even more convinced that she suffers from fear of men. Why could she still greet Yang Ying, but treated him like he was invisible? The difference between them was just too great.
After Wei Yuan drank three bowls of black-bone chicken soup, he suddenly heard Yang Ying's voice coming from the bathroom: "It's ready now, come over!"
Wei Yuan didn't know what she was up to, but he followed her instructions and walked over. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw a huge wooden tub, like the ones used in ancient dramas and Island Nation movies where beautiful women bathe.
"What is this?"
"Get in quickly; I've added a lot of herbs to it. Soaking after exercising is very effective," Yang Ying explained.
Looking at the steam rising from the large tub, it was clear that the temperature was quite moderate. The weather wasn't too hot right now, and after such exercise, soaking in a hot bath would indeed be a good choice.
However, Wei Yuan still felt awkward and said, "If you keep looking at me like that, how am I supposed to take off my clothes?"
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