Chapter 1257

Twenty minutes later, Ichiro Nozawa snorted and followed Yang Song, panting like a broken bellows.

"OK? You'd better rest." Yang Song advised.

"No, I can run." Ichiro Nozawa gasped for every word he said.

"You can keep running, but don't follow me."

"No, I can follow you to the end."

Yang Song: "you've dragged me down. I've been around the park for two and a half times at this time. Now I've only run once."

Ichiro Nozawa's face was stiff: "what should I do?"

"You jog, run and rest. Don't faint. Think about the cooking competition backstage. There's no need to cripple yourself at this time." Yang Song sent Ichiro Nozawa to the park guard and bought a bottle of milk for the uncle: "please look at him for a while. In case you faint, please call 120. I'll come back after running."

"Don't worry!"

It was still early. There were not many people in the park. When I was free, I came out of the pavilion and worked on the nearby fitness equipment.

Yang Song has accelerated and run away. He can't even see his back. Ichiro noze still wants to catch up.

"All right, all right, if you run again, you'll fall apart!" The uncle stepped on the spacewalker and swayed his legs. He had a lot of fun.

"It's good to play with these fitness equipment."

Ichiro Nozawa disdained: "these equipment are useless. It's too retarded!"

Seems to look down upon.

The uncle stopped and said coldly, "do you despise our park equipment or those of us who exercise with equipment?"

Ichiro Nozawa: "hum!"

He looks down on me!

The uncle said, "I think you can't play well, so you deliberately say grape words!"

"Hehe, I can't play? Let's compare!" Ichiro Nozawa also climbed onto the spacewalk.

"Let's play for half an hour to see who can't hold on?"

"OK!"

Start!

The two old men kept swinging their legs, like a pendulum pressing the acceleration key, chasing each other, as if they were going to fight.

Half an hour later, the two old men were sweating all over their faces, and there was only one layer of single clothes left on their bodies.

"Fight again!"

"Afraid of you?"

The two of them changed their abdominal plates and did sit ups on them.

You one, I one, who stops first, who grandson!

Another half an hour passed, and both of them were panting like cattle. Personally, they felt that their waists were lengthened by five centimeters.

Take a five minute break and fight again.

Change to a seesaw this time.

You lift me up, I lift you up, you and me, no one is willing to show weakness.

The two old people played seesaw, just playing a model of competitive sports.

The new red scarf: "Mom, two grandfathers have a good time."

"If you are disturbed, Grandpa must have been friends for many years."

Mother and son changed for another game.

The two old men continued to fight with seesaw.

When Yang song came back from running, the two of them were standing on the waves and meeting by a narrow road.

Wave wood is a floating wood suspended between two horizontal bars. Two people need to stand at both ends of the floating wood to keep balance with each other. The one who falls first is the loser.

Of course, there are also partners who work together and stick to it.

Obviously, Ichiro Nozawa and the gatekeeper are not the same combination.

They both clung to the chain and shook the driftwood desperately, trying to shake each other down.

Yang Song said, "have you had enough?"

No one paid any attention to him.

They are like a bullfight. They both want to knock each other out.

"You admit defeat. I grew up on a boat when I was young. I'm best at mastering a sense of balance!" Ichiro Nozawa said loudly.

"Then I'm better than you!" The uncle was very proud: "I'm a boat repairer!"

Ichiro Nozawa: "there's no point in talking. I must shake you down this time!"

"Come on, come on, who's afraid of you?"

Another 800 rounds.

Yang Song felt that if they were allowed to practice for a while, they would have to take two ambulances as soon as they called.

"Uncle is at work. You have to go back and see the surveillance."

"And you, isn't the Buddha jumping off the wall backstage better?"

Business matters.

"Fight again next time!"

"It's a deal."

They finally came down from the wave wood. With one step, they walked like crabs.

Yang Song: "I knew it."

He called to ask for leave for the gatekeeper first.

Ichiro Nozawa wailed: "you must be a liar sent by Yang Song, deliberately stimulating me to compete with you. Now I can't stand stably, and I will lose to him the day after tomorrow..."

How to describe the cry?

The male and female protagonists of Qiongyao play cried louder than the total.

The uncle's surname was Xiao, and he was very unhappy: "what did you say? Don't spray feces. It has nothing to do with this young man today. It's clear that your boy was in a hurry to compete with me and didn't admit defeat. Now he's still playing tricks. Do you want to face it?"

Ichiro Nozawa was stunned. It seemed that he really took the initiative to compete.

"That's what you seduced." He remembered that sentence again, know yourself and know the enemy, win every battle,

"I'm Yang Song's biggest threat. You must have investigated me, knew my personality characteristics, and then deliberately stimulated me to take the initiative to compete with you."

The more he analyzed, the more reasonable he felt,

"You Chinese are really ambitious and treacherous!"

The janitor admired his brain hole.

"Are you the kind of pervert whose childhood and misfortune are bigger than pigs and darker than the bottom of the pot?"

Ichiro Nozawa has a shadow now.

Yang Song almost died of laughter.

"I don't care. Anyway, you calculated me. The Buddha jumping wall competition must be postponed!" Ichiro Nozawa is crazy.

Yang Song: "don't delay. I'll try to cure you."

"What can I do? I'm sore and tired now!"

"Come on, I'll ask you two to massage the bone." Yang Songdao.

Uncle Xiao was very satisfied: "there is a good house in the street in front of the park."

"I always feel like you have a plot." Ichiro Nozawa was very vigilant: "you Chinese are very treacherous."

"Yeze, what dish did you lose to me last time?" Yang Song asked.

Ichiro Nozawa immediately shut up. It was a disgrace to his doctor.

"Order your face, talk more, and I'll ask someone to make those moments you lost to me into an expression bag."

Early in the morning, Yang Song had to keep coaxing Ichiro Nozawa, and his mood was not very wonderful.

The old boy is so noisy.

"You are not the enemy who threatens me the most. I never think you have much influence on me, especially after you lose to me." Yang Song said, holding uncle Xiao in front of him.

Ichiro Nozawa patted his thigh and finally couldn't help following up.

Traditional Chinese medicine bone setting massage is not uncommon in any city in China.

It can be said that any community has a bone setting massage or massage acupuncture.

Two traditional Chinese medicine doctors know whether they have it as soon as they start.

The physiotherapy hall was full of ghosts and wolves.

Ichiro Nozawa howls the most:

"Kill people! You are murdering for money!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts me!"

"Help! Woo woo..."