After getting dressed, Li Weijie walked towards the residents' gym in the Lotus Community. Along the way, there were beautiful greenery and harmonious neighborhoods.
The Lotus Community is not considered a high-end community, but most of the people living here are teachers from nearby schools and retired school leaders. Swimming pools and gyms have been built in all communities.
Every household head has a membership card. Li Weijie's card was applied for by Su Yuya a long time ago. He is a second-degree master in Taekwondo, so of course he has to exercise every day.
Li Weijie walked to the fitness building and went straight to the fifth floor, where there were many men and women.
Walking straight to a pile of equipment in the corner, Li Weijie looked at these extremely familiar equipment, and his sad mood slowly calmed down.
Li Weijie took off his coat and casually hung it on the clothes hanger. His well-proportioned and strong muscles gleamed with golden light under the sunlight coming in through the window.
It seems that Li Weijie has tried all kinds of training, including handgrips, pullers, benders, dumbbells, barbells and treadmills. If there were a fitness coach here, he would be surprised to find that his training method of heavy weights, low repetitions, multiple sets, long displacement, slow speed, high density, consistent thoughts and movements, peak contraction, continuous tension, and relaxation between sets is completely in line with scientific theory and is a way of training that maximizes the muscle training effect.
Li Weijie amused himself and enjoyed himself quite a lot. After using a series of machines, strangely enough, not even a drop of sweat broke out on his body.
As a result, the people in the gym suddenly looked at him in a strange way.
A middle-aged woman smiled charmingly and said, "I didn't expect this handsome guy to be so powerful?"
"yes!"
Her companion looked at Li Weijie's handsome face and strong body, and felt very emotional, "My man is less than 30 years old, but he can't even last ten minutes every time..."
"Hehe...you vixen..."
The woman who had previously praised Li Weijie for his handsomeness suddenly became serious and whispered, "Stop talking, Coach Lin is here."
A sports girl came in wearing a white high-waisted tights, with her breasts round and soft, sexy and charming, black knee-length tights, white and soft buttocks, and a sexy and plump butt. The whole audience suddenly fell silent.
Lin Yajing was standing at the door. She had an elegant and slender oval face, sexy, soft and fair complexion, slender and beautiful eyebrows, round and seductive eyes with a slight blush, a sexy and slender nose, sharp and cold, and soft and rosy lips with a soft and sexy allure.
Her neck is slender, soft, white and sexy, her shoulders are charming and graceful, her bones are soft and beautiful, her arms are sexy and slender, and her hands are beautiful and white. As a fitness coach, she maintains herself very well.
Lin Yajing's waist is slender and soft, white and soft and seductive, her belly is smooth and elegant, soft and lovely, her white and soft thighs are slender and round, her sexy muscle fat is charming, her calves are slender and beautiful, and her sexy muscles are slender and elegant.
In a word, Lin Yajing's figure is enough to make any man with normal sexual orientation excited, and her outrageously perfect measurements are enough to make any beautiful woman in the world feel inferior.
Lin Yajing is very versatile in sports. She first taught a group of women aerobics, and then taught yoga, very professionally.
On the treadmill, a muscular man in a white vest whispered, "Damn, with this figure, even if my wife at home is half as good as Coach Lin, I won't go out and be unfaithful! Jing, my beautiful goddess..."
The buddy who was running with me also whispered in agreement: "If I can sleep with her for one night, I would be willing to lose two years of my life."
"Shh! You guys are new here!"
Someone interrupted, and a man who had just gotten off the treadmill said disdainfully, "Coach Lin knows Kung Fu, and even if you two were tied together, you wouldn't be enough for her to pinch with one hand."
Li Weijie had never seen Lin Yajing before. He had always come here at night before and had never come in the morning. When he first saw Lin Yajing, he was truly amazed.
Li Weijie, who was also exercising on the treadmill, inadvertently overheard the boring conversation of the three people next to him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything.
The muscular man in the white vest glared at Li Weijie and said coldly: "You little bastard, I'm talking, why are you laughing?"
Li Weijie glanced at the other person, ignored him, and continued to do his own thing.
Seeing that Li Weijie didn't say anything, thinking that he was scared, the muscular man strode up to him and deliberately said loudly: "Don't play deaf and dumb, I'm asking you a question."
As a college student and a child of destiny, Li Weijie behaved very gracefully. He looked at the man in front of him whose muscle proportions were completely out of balance and said politely, "Please go away. Thank you."
The muscular man was angry, veins bulged on his forehead, and he punched Li Weijie hard in the chest.
Li Weijie flicked his hand casually, using the force of the muscular man to dissipate the powerful force of his punch. Then he made claws with his five fingers, clasped them on the opponent's shoulder blades, and burst out with wild force.
The muscular man fell to his knees while screaming. His face turned pale and blue, and cold sweat covered his body. He used his hands to pry open Li Weijie's big hands that were clasped on his shoulders. His body kept twitching and he struggled in vain.
When Li Weijie let go, the muscular man's eyes rolled back and he fainted from the pain.
Everyone in the gym stared blankly at what happened in the blink of an eye, and none of the muscular man's friends stood up to speak for him.
"I live in Unit 3, Floor 5, Room 6, Lotus Community. If you're not convinced, you can come find me."
Li Weijie paused for a moment and said with a smile: "But don't forget, please knock on the door when you come. Thank you."
He walked to the iron rack with sandbags hanging on it in the gym, stepped on the ground with his right foot, turned his body 90 degrees to the right, kicked out with his left leg in a circular arc, did a roundhouse kick, and "bang" his left heel hit the sandbag hard.
With a "whoosh" sound, a pile of sand suddenly flowed out of the sandbag. This was a warning, a naked warning of violence.
No one spoke, and everyone was shocked. Those who have practiced Kung Fu know that in order to break a cowhide sandbag, one needs a force of at least 800 kilograms. Even those who have not practiced Kung Fu know that their bones are definitely not as strong as a cowhide sandbag.
The slam of the gym door brought everyone back to reality and they all started talking.
Lin Yajing walked over and looked at the muscles. She squatted down and massaged his shoulders with strange gestures for a while.
The muscular man woke up, looked around, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes, his face became ferocious, and he said hatefully: "Stinky boy, I will kill you."
"That person is not someone you can mess with."
Lin Yajing glanced at the other person, her eyes seemed to be looking at a pig with sympathy, and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, you'd better avoid him next time you see him."
After saying that, Lin Yajing stood up and continued to teach the group of women yoga. She guided the students' movements with a calm expression, but she was a little confused inside.