What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Song Shanyan with a steamy face at the door, and Andy, who had been KO'd by Aoki Division, were about to walk in out of breath.

Obviously, they also came running.

Seeing Aoki Division, Andy's expression was obviously a little embarrassed, and he didn't speak with a sullen face. Song Shanyan smiled and said hello: "What's the matter? The teacher didn't come?"

"No... you should know when you go up." Aoki Si nodded at Song Shanyan with a stinky face, walked past them silently, and ran towards the end of the street in stride.

Song Shanyan and Andy looked at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Andy whispered in surprise, "No way, should we do the same?"

"Probably not... haven't we all experienced it?" Song Shanyan wiped his sweat with a wry smile.

Andy swallowed: "I've already retired."

"Aren't I too?" Song Shanyan and him looked at each other, and at this moment, there was a sense of sympathy for each other.

The two went upstairs, and a minute later, they ran down with bitter faces, consciously waiting for Aoki to be the first to run back and forth to the door, and followed Aoki.

On the dark street, three muscular men were panting heavily, while clouds of white mist drifted away in the cold air.

Thain, who arrived a little later, soon joined the team, and ran along with him bitterly.

When Secretary Aoki ran to the fourth back and forth, he already felt that his legs were a little weak.

Breathing heavily, his lungs were already burning, and he couldn't help but slow down a little. However, Old John's annoying shout suddenly sounded above his head: "Twenty-five minutes! You are here!" What are you doing!"

Gritting his teeth and speeding up, Aoki Division rushed forward sullenly.

Song Shanyan, Andy, and Sean couldn't keep up with Aoki Si for a long time, and the three of them slowed down, and they were almost trapped by Aoki Si—it's really difficult for this group of people whose average age is almost thirty years old My lords, I have endured this pain that may be called an unwarranted disaster.

But Aoki always felt that these guys seemed to be hiding something from him, and there was something bad in their hearts. Although they ran very hard, they always felt that they were not as tired as him.

That's right, after all, the main training target is themselves, maybe they don't have that much burden.

Thinking so, Aoki Division tried to speed up.

After finally running back and forth five times, Aoki Si almost retched—the weather was so cold, all he was panting was the cold air swishing into his lungs, and he would be overwhelmed by the cold air.

Leaning on the wall and pressing the elevator, Qing Musi gasped heavily and went upstairs.

Old John was fascinated by holding his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking at. He had already finished a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Finished running?" Old John looked at Aoki Si who was out of breath, and stood up leisurely.

Aoki Division nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued to pant heavily.

"OK, put on your coat and rest." Old John smiled and pointed to the venue on the third floor: "You are four minutes late, so your rest time will be subtracted by four minutes, that is, You only have a minute to rest now."

Old John looked at his watch and raised the corners of his mouth: "To be exact, thirty-five seconds."

"Huh?" Aoki Division's eyes widened: "I ran here from home just now, and I ran nearly [-] meters, at least let me rest for five minutes?"

"Yeah, it's time for you to rest for five minutes, but you're overtime." Old John lowered the corners of his mouth, expressionless: "You only have two choices, to do or not to do, there is no negotiation, understand?"

Aoki Si looked at him with a cold face: "Isn't this kind of training exhausting your body?"

Too much is too late, training should also pay attention to a moderation!

"Do it, or don't do it." Old John's expression remained unchanged, and his tone never wavered in the slightest.

Aokiji coughed twice, and was about to fetch water from the water dispenser, but saw that there was already a sports drink beside the water dispenser, without a label, and the blue color looked quite attractive.

Aokiji didn't care who it was, grabbed it and drank a third of it in one mouthful. The sweet and sour taste was quite delicious, and he said in a low voice with a sullen face, "OK."

"Very good, you still have five seconds to rest." Old John stared at his watch, his eyes fixed on the second hand.

"The rest is over." Looking at Aoki, who had never been sitting down to catch his breath, Old John pointed to the stadium: "Now I want to see you stretching."

Aoki Division breathed a sigh of relief, the stretching exercise can also allow him to recover a little bit of physical strength, so he didn't say much, walked into the stadium, took off the long-sleeved hooded sweater and threw it aside, the tight half-sleeves that were exposed were already wet with sweat Halfway through, there is an intelligent air-conditioning system in the boxing gym, and the temperature is suitable.

Lowering the waist, pressing the legs forward, and turning the shoulders, Aoki Si did the stretching movements he often used, but saw Old John leaning against the door with his arms folded, with a cold expression: "Are you ready for the exercise? Then let's start."

Aoki Division watched him go straight to the boxing gym, pointed at the sandbag and said loudly: "Will it work?"

Aoki nodded hesitantly.

"GOOD, let's have fun now."

Old John pointed at the sandbag with dangerous eyes: "This game is called I said, if you move, if you are wrong, you will be punished."

"Don't you consciously order a bandage, wait for me to tie it up for you?" Old John's voice suddenly turned up the volume, and Aoki Si trembled in fright, and couldn't help muttering: "You never said that."

Seeing that Old John had a bad expression, Aoki ran joggingly to tie the bandage on his hand, fixed it, and stood in front of the sandbag.

With the efforts of these few words, Aoki Si stole a little rest time.

"I say how to fight, you can fight as you like, and you will be punished if you make a mistake."

"Is it simple?"

Aoki Secretary nodded upon hearing the words, isn't this just basic reaction training.

"OK." Old John watched Aoki Si walk to the sandbag, moving his body with a relaxed expression, and coldly raised the corners of his mouth: "Get ready...start!"

"Left whip kick low, right whip kick low, left whip kick mid! Right whip kick mid, left whip kick low! Come again! Come again! Left leg back swing kick! Left swing, straight punch, hook punch, swing punch! Fist!"

Old John was wearing earphones, his head was pointing, and his hands were gesticulating very rhythmically, but the words he spoke seemed to press the accelerator button. He finished the above-mentioned series of English accurately in just three seconds.