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(i)

The conversation between Zhao Jie and I was clearly heard by You Meng. I had originally thought that You Meng would take the opportunity to ridicule me, but she slapped my shoulder and praised me, "Ah, Old Zhao, admiring, admiring, you are truly a man! "If you say so, so be it. I admire you!"

You Meng was right, I was only replying with a smile, behind the smile, there was a faint sense of bitterness and reminiscence.

After putting on the Boxing Gloves s, You Meng would wear black while I would wear red. Before the match had even started, You Meng had already started her almost unchanging opening speech, "Zhao Long, I'm a girl, don't you dare hit me, please let me win, okay?"

I waved the Boxing Gloves and said, "Relax, no problem."

In fact, every time I spar with You Meng, I feel really happy. As the saying goes, a man and a woman working together isn't tiring. You Meng that girl is an absolute expert in the entire tournament, it gave me a lot of joy in my life. What was even more dramatic was that a few years ago, when I was still an ordinary soldier, You Meng had already defeated me at our squadron's gym. But now, it's not like it's a small matter.

After and I had fought for more than ten minutes, You Meng voluntarily surrendered and sat on the fitness equipment, grumbling: "No, no, this lady is old, it's not right, how are you going to punch so quickly now?"

The Boxing Gloves was whizzing in the air. The more I fought, the stronger I got, and the more passionate I got, if it wasn't for You Meng present, I would have taken off my clothes and practiced to my heart's content. The joy that training brings me is endless. I especially like to challenge the limit during training, pushing my body's fatigue to the highest limit. That would give me a sense of accomplishment.

You Meng gasped for breath, she used a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, and before she even stopped chewing, she shouted at me: "Zhao Long, rest, you're already very powerful, why are you training so hard? Are you really going to become the King of the World's Strikes? "

(ii)

I kept waving my hands and replied, looking straight ahead, "I do have that thought. Tomorrow in March, won't the United States and Y Nation organize their own World Security Exchange? I want to use this opportunity to contribute my strength and win the championship! "

You Meng laughed: Champion? It was easy to say, but was it that easy? America's King of Fighting bodyguard, Mike, and the Y Country's President's Assistant, Katherf. With them participating, which country's security guards would be able to obtain the championship? "You, ah, it's not that I'm punching you, it's just too mysterious!"

I know that You Meng has always been proud of being able to hit me, so I didn't refute him anymore, and only secretly added a little more determination.

I practiced my martial arts for a few more minutes until sweat entered my eyes. Then, I withdrew my force and sat beside You Meng.

You Meng saw that I looked as if I had just been fished out of a pond, my face was covered in sweat and my sports clothes were stuck to my body, she couldn't help but laugh: "Do you have to be so reckless? Look at how tired you are! "

I ran my hand through my wet hair, closed my eyes, and wiped the sweat from my brow. "I like that feeling," I said.

You Meng sighed, she once again took out her kernels and helped me wipe my sweat, the kernels's surface revealed a special fragrance, I smiled at her gratefully and said: "Thank you, You Meng."

You Meng said: "You're welcome." Her words were calm, but her face was flushed.

That's right, for a spicy girl like You Meng, when had she ever wiped the sweat off her face for any man before? This girl was a mysterious goddess in everyone's eyes. No one knows her true strength, and her conduct is extremely weird. I have been partners with her for so long, I don't even know what her father does, and You Meng has never mentioned about her parents in front of anyone. For a while, I even suspected that You Meng was an orphan.

It's just that, You Meng's identity is still a huge mystery that hovers in my heart. I'm used to recalling her actions and how much she has helped me, I keep having this feeling that this woman is not simple. Otherwise, with her rank and position, how could she command the wind and rain in the Secret Service?

But from the bottom of my heart, I was grateful to her. This point had never changed.

After sitting quietly for two minutes, I checked my watch. After confirming that it was still early, I walked up to Yanzhong, picked up a pair of 25 kg dumbbells and started to train my arms. After practicing my arm strength, I started to quickly punch again with the dumbbell, while You Meng, still bubbling with bubbles, sat in front of her pedal and practiced her leg techniques symbolically.

I ignored her concern and focused on my punches. Actually, practicing both speed and strength while wielding a heavy object while punching at the air with punches could be said to be perfect for both sides. I've been using this method for a long time. From 5 kg of dumbbells to 10 kg, 15 kg, 20 kg, and now holding 25 kg of dumbbells, I feel extremely relaxed. Especially after he had finished practicing and put down the dumbbell, his arm felt so relaxed. It was truly a type of enjoyment. Under these painstaking exercises, I felt that my strength and the speed of my punches were constantly improving.

(iii)

Twenty minutes later, panting, I sat down in the lounge chair and took a few deep breaths.

By this time, my whole body was completely dry. Sweat was dripping from my hair, sliding down my cheeks. I was a little tired, but there was no lack of passion. I had long since grown accustomed to the extreme exhaustion as a kind of intense enjoyment, because I knew that I was improving.

You Meng pointed to the steam rising from my head and said, "I'm crazy, I'm crazy! "Zhao Long, what are you doing? Why are you torturing yourself like this?"

I reasoned, "Torture? I think it's a pleasure to take advantage of your youth and train more. Moreover, I still have my goals and dreams! "

You Meng questioned: "Do you really want to display your true abilities on the World Security Exchange?"

I replied, "I have that thought."

"You should just give up!" As You Meng said this, she took out the kernels to help me wipe off my sweat, but after wiping my forehead just now, the kernels looked like it had just been washed clean by my body, it was completely drenched in sweat. You Meng frowned as she wrung it out, before helping me wipe my face.

I looked at her quietly, with concern, but still with a little redness.

But the thought was fleeting, and I felt that she was too perfect for anyone to blaspheme, including me.

The soft kernels with a light fragrance danced on my face. Along with her soft and clean small hand, I felt like I was in paradise. The happiest time of your life is here, when you are most tired, someone will wipe your sweat. And the girl wiping my sweat, she's actually as beautiful as an angel, the number one bodyguard in China.

You Meng's face was wiping, but she suddenly stopped, her hand was right in front of my eyes, her lips formed a smile, and said: "Heh, Zhao Long, you also have a mole on your ear, although it's small, but if you look carefully you can see it clearly!" You Meng laughed out loud, and used one of her hands to pinch his ear, feeling rather surprised.

Of course I understand the meaning of her words. You Meng also had a mole on her ear, and it was a very obvious mole. Could she be trying to get close to me? I had to think.

I teased her, "You have a mole on your ear, and I have a mole on my ear. Who knows, we might even be close relatives!"

You Meng retorted: "Who is close to you, I don't even want to be close to who is related to you!" As sshe spoke, he used the kernels to stroke my face.

I suffered a blow and followed up, "You Meng, do you have a deep grudge with me? It's too hurtful! " I pinched my nose and pretended to be extremely upset.

You Meng's face immediately reddened, and her eyes seemed to brighten up. "You big idiot!"

"Because you think I'm stupid, that's why you don't want to be my relative, right?"

You Meng frowned slightly, "You scoundrel, you don't know that relatives can't …"

I was stunned for a moment. What is she trying to express? She can't be trying to say that 'close relatives can't get married', right? This was illogical!

His mind was in a mess...