Chapter 30: "I hit people so hard they cry."

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Boxing gym is a large area, in the evening boxing practice is particularly large, some are hobbyists, some are fitness, a glance over the tall and strong young men.

The 'thump, thump, thump' of boxing gloves against each other echoed through the pavilion.

"Crap Luk, why are you free today!"

"Well, want to come and practice, get me a room."

"Okay, no problem! Let's stay in the same room you usually use, there are no reservations for this room today."

"Good."

Song Qie followed Lu Beihuai into the boxing gym, he saw the handsome man at the front desk greet Lu Beihuai, the two looked familiar with each other, and called Lu Beihuai as Brother Lu, curious to listen.

I can't help but feel that Lu Beihuai here is completely different from his school counterpart, who was quiet and even bullied by "Song Qie" in the past, but seems to be doing quite well on the outside.

Looks like there's still a lot of hate for "Song Qie".

He rubbed his ears in agony, what on earth would he have to do to make Lu Beihuai treat himself better now?

It's not like this guy is one to speak his mind, he always has to be guessed at.

The receptionist looked at the pretty boy beside Lu Beihuai, whistled, and smiled with hooked lips, "Lu, who is this, don't you want to introduce me? It's the first time I've seen you bring someone here, guest?"

Song Qie, who had never been whistled at before, silently moved behind Lu Beihuai to seek security, but he was a man who had nothing to whistle at, and was a bit depressed.

Lu Beihuai gave the receptionist a faint look.

The receptionist, who had met this gloomy gaze, shut up, handed the key to Lu Beihuai, and didn't dare to say anything else.

If you want to know who was the most important person to the owner of the gym this year, it was Lu Beihuai, who went from being a part-time sparring partner to entering the ring and making a lot of money and fame for the gym and attracting a lot of rich people to invest in the fights.

What's more, the terrifyingly extreme arm strength and explosive power, with this look, in the boxing world is also a rare face, not to mention such boxing, can be said to be the lunatic of their gym, usually training no one dares to randomly provoke him or practice with him.

That's the extent to which even the target will be broken up.

Even now no more boxing matches come back equally scrupulous.

Lu Beihuai took the key, looked at Song Qie who was hiding behind himself, and sneered in his heart, he would still be afraid of people, and finished pulling his arm to lead him inside.

Intentionally, he let him walk in front of him.

Block those unruly sightings.

The gym is large, with a public area for practicing and a private trainer's room for some confidentiality.

Song Qie followed by Lu Beihuai into a spacious and bright boxing room, which is fully equipped with some basic equipment for warming up, a variety of boxing gloves hanging on the wall on the left, standing sandbags, and hanging sandbags, and the right side of the wall is full of glass.

He saw Lu Beihuai place his book bag casually next to him and walk over to the wall of boxing gloves and casually take a pair.

Lu Beihuai takes off his gloves, turns sideways and looks at Song Qie: "Come here."

Song Qie was silent for two seconds, and with her left hand resting on her right elbow, she weakly raised her hand, "That, teacher, I can't box."

"Didn't ask you to fight, come here." Lu Beihuai rips the Velcro off the outside of his glove.

Song Qie ："...... "He moved over at turtle speed, this person, he wouldn't want to beat him up.

"If you don't come over tonight, we'll go to my house and take pictures in dresses." Lu Beihuai said.

Song Qie hears this and quickly rushes in front of Lu Beihuai, almost failing to brake, but stopping, he gasps and looks up at Lu Beihuai: "Lu I'm here, what's your order?"

Lu Beihuai: "Reach out."

Song Qie held out her hand obediently.

Lu Beihuai held Song Qie's wrist and put the gloves on him, "I'll fight later, you hide."

Song Qie stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded at Lu Beihuai with an expression that seemed to say 'that's not dead' as he tried to pull his hand back, but it was gripped in a death grip.

"Didn't you want me to forgive you, this is one of the ways to coax me." Lu Beihuai puts the gloves on Song Qie, the size he chose is slightly too big and a bit loose, he frowns and takes them off again, replacing them with another pair.

Turning his back on Song Qie to get his gloves, he added, "You can go now, but I won't forgive you."

Song Qie : "......" he beamed, leaving his gloved hand still hanging in the air, "Not gone yet, waiting for you oh."

Lu Beihuai caught a glimpse of Song Qie's movements in his afterglow, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly as he took the gloves off the one size smaller, turned around, and took Song Qie's hand in his own, putting the gloves on him.

Once both hands were on, then the boxing elbow pads, and boxing knee pads were put on him one by one.

Finally put the boxing helmet on his head.

Song Qie felt his cheeks bulging a bit from the helmet as he looked to Lu Beihuai : "Why are you wearing so much, it's so hot."

Lu Beihuai met the face bulging with flesh under the helmet, he held the sides of the helmet and bent down to gaze at Song Qie: "This will protect you from crying in pain if I beat you up and drop you."

The tall physique pressed down, the broad shoulders slumped, and through the helmet and goggles, the inaudible words of emotion and the close eyes breathed an invisible sense of oppression.

It was almost a crushing bully.

Song Qie : "!" He took a step back in fear and raised his gloved hands as a gesture of resistance, his eyes showing defensive alertness, "You you you ...... have mercy."

Lu Beihuai chuckles under his breath and walks over to a nearby cabinet and opens it, removing the shirt he's wearing and replacing it with a black tank top before pulling out boxing bandages and wrapping them around his hands.

Brightly lit, Lu Beihuai, wearing a black undershirt, wraps each hand in a boxing bandage.

Without the cover of the shirt, the superior physique, the line of the robust arm was unobtrusively visible, and the bruises on his body seemed to tell the story of every game that he had put his life on the line for his father, as well as the camouflage under that stoic face.

The harder the disguise, the crazier it gets in the corners where no one knows.

Song Qie watched Lu Beihuai just standing there, his mind once again on that face in the ring that night, bloodied and bruised, but as excited as a lone wolf hunting a feast, vicious and appalling.

He gulped in fear, a little weak on his feet, and asked tentatively, "...... that, are you really going to beat me up?"

Hey miserable, where is he Lu Beihuai's opponent. Heartache to heartache this fake young master, but he felt that he was really too difficult.

Lu Beihuai wrapped the bandage back up and raised his eyes to Song Qie : "Well, remember to hide later, it hurts when I hit people and they cry."

Song Qie pursed his lips, ooohhhh he wanted to cry now, why.

God ah, in the future with the novel protagonist with the same name remember to change the name of the night ah, rather than what the ghost of the full text recitation, really will be such a protagonist scared to death.

Lu Beihuai went to Song Qie's front and saw that he was silent with his head down, and knew that he was afraid, so it was good.

"Young master, please stand."

Song Qie raised her head tearlessly and stood obediently.

Lu Beihuai Seeing how well-behaved this man was, he thought to himself that he would like to see how much he liked him, and liked him so much that he could tolerate this.

So take the guys and warm them up first.

Song Qie followed Lu Beihuai and did a few simple warm-up maneuvers, and after about five minutes of this activity, he saw Lu Beihuai walk up to him.

"In a moment, when I swing, you have to dodge." Lu Beihuai raised his fist, slowed down his movements, and struck towards the left side of Song Qie's face.

Song Qie reflexively raised her hand to cover her face.

Lu Beihuai: "......"

"Oh, sorry." Song Qie realizes her reaction, and seeing Lu Beihuai looking at her in silence, as if she's a bit speechless at herself, she awkwardly lowers her hand, "I'll do it, you can do it again."

It's just hiding. Who doesn't know how to do that?

Lu Beihuai swung his fist again, and his movements were slow, as if he were teaching a beginner to throw a punch, and as he spoke, he watched Song Qie's reaction, and saw that he was listening quite attentively.

The next second, a quick punch.

Song Qie was so shocked that she instantly raised her hands to cover her face, "Boing."

Lu Beihuai: "......"

Song Qie realized that she had dodged again, and put down her hand in embarrassment, looking cautiously at Lu Beihuai : "You're too fast, it's a bit scary." Then added: "But it's also because I haven't learned it yet, I might be able to spar with you later, let me get used to it again."

Lu Beihuai loses a laugh as he nods, "Okay, again."

"Be slow." Song Qie made a bold request, "It can be without a teacher."

Lu Beihuai raises his fist, "Uh-huh."

After saying that, he continued to swing his fist.

The result is that Song Qie dodges in a messy way, even though this is already a state of water release, and there are even those who hold their heads and crouch down.

It was probably just a ten minute fight.

Song Qie was already out of breath, he felt his heart beating fast, and when Lu Beihuai swung another punch at him, he was so dizzy he didn't even see it, he just froze and watched as he swung his fist at his face.

Until it's about to hit your face and close your eyes in fear.

Lu Beihuai's fist stopped abruptly in front of the helmet, looking at the front of the helmet under the cheeks have been wet with sweat, perhaps not too comfortable, face a little pale, panting, lips are also scared tightly pursed trembling.

The next second, the fist hanging in the air was touched by the other's helmet.

Song Qie opens his eyes to see the fist still in front of him, and he moves forward, smashing his head into this bandaged fist, before meeting Lu Beihuai's eyes with a smile that curves the ends of his eyes.

"You've hit the nail on the head."

Hey surrender surrender, no more fighting.

This trailing upward tone was a little breathy, but it didn't sound the least bit upset about being tricked; instead, it was coaxing the person in front of him.

The desire for revenge seemed to be swept away by such emotions.

It took Lu Beihuai a moment to realize that he'd been watching too long, and he lowered his hand.

"Lu, a little happier?" Song Qie tries to undo her helmet, realizes she can't, and sees Lu Beihuai walk up to her.

Lu Beihuai pulled the helmet from Song Qie's head, and when he uncovered it, a few drops of sweat from his hair lifted to his lips, tasting slightly salty.

And under the helmet this face has long been sweating profusely, cheeks seeping red, only ten minutes hair is wet, at this time the eyes penetrating radiant look at him, inquiring him happy.

If he says happy then no coaxing?

"Not happy."

Song Qie felt her face covered in sweat and lifted up her shirt to wipe it off when she heard Lu Beihuai reply, "Huh?"

Lu Beihuai scanned the section of white, swaying waist and frowned, reaching out to pull the corner of his shirt from his hand, "Why do you need a shirt to wipe your sweat?"

"Why not?"

"Unsanitary."

"Oh." Song Qie didn't retort: "Do you have a tissue then, I'm so wet."

Lu Beihuai's throat knots rolled as he averted his eyes and walked over to the cabinet, taking the shirt he had and handing it to Song Qie : "Then this one wipes it off."

Song Qie: "?" Didn't you say it's unhygienic to wipe sweat with clothes?

Forget it. Wipe it off.

He picked up his white shirt and wiped his face carelessly.

The wet forehead hair was messily wiped, revealing a glossy, beautiful forehead, and this face after the exercise is just ......

Nice and clean.

Someone looked on for a moment without averting his eyes.

......

It was an hour after leaving the boxing gym.

Grumble grumble--

Song Qie heard his stomach begin to growl, he turned his head to Lu Beihuai : "Are you hungry, I'm so hungry."

"Want to eat something."

"Bubbly."

Lu Beihuai gave him a look.

Song Qie smiled, "I want to eat the one you cooked last time."

The old hallway sensor lights are good and bad, one time they come on, the next time they don't come on for a section of the walk.

"Ooh!"

Song Qie gave a small shout and the sensor light came on and his eyes lit up.

Lu Beihuai, who was walking on the steps behind him, looked forward and saw the guy oohing and ahhing on his own, in a mood that I can't say what it felt like, and ultimately didn't make any sense of it, so he took it as a sign that he liked himself.

Finally up on the fifth floor, Song Qie is out of breath.

"Hey, your house is too high."

Lu Beihuai takes out his key and opens the door, "I don't have an elevator like your house."

Song Qie: "......"

The two men walked into the house.

Lu Beihuai put down the two school bags in his hands and walked straight into the kitchen.

Song Qie saw the situation also followed in, see Lu Beihuai hand washing, he also came to the side to rub a water.

Completely oblivious to the fact that the line of sight next to him never left his body.

Soon, the pot was filled with water, the gas stove was turned on, and after the 'drip drip drip' sound, the fire was started, waiting for the pot to boil.

"Lu Beihuai, can you cook?" Song Qie propped her hands on the side of the stove.

Lu Beihuai unwrapped the bag of instant noodles in his hand, "So what do you think I'm doing now?"

"But bubbly is not a meal."

"Then what do you want to eat." Lu Beihuai Seeing that the water is almost boiling, he puts three pasties into the pot.

"I'd like to eat a Buddha jumping over the wall."

Lu Beihuai lightly mocked with a smile, "Young master, you really know how to order." Saying that, he put the seasoning packet into the pot, and picked up the knife, slit the ham sausage and put the ham sausage into the bubbling noodles.

Light the fire of the pan next to it again and wait for a while, ready for the oil.

He had the oil pot in his hand and saw Song Qie still standing next to him, "Stand outside."

Song Qie thought it was Lu Beihuai who didn't want him to stand here, and suddenly lost it a little, "Okay."

Turn around and walk out.

"This oil will splash."

Song Qie had just walked out of the kitchen when he heard these words, as if he had heard something, his eyebrows instantly relaxed, and then turned around and walked back to Lu Beihuai: "Are you afraid that I will be splashed with oil?"

Lu Beihuai cracks an egg into the pan just in time for the oil to splash out.

"Hiss--" Song Qie was splashed with oil, itching and hurting, and hastily ran her hand over her arm.

Lu Beihuai immediately turned off the fire, took this arm and went to the sink, turned on the faucet to rinse his arm, saw a red piece on this white arm, did not resist looking at him.

"What else, what am I letting you out for?"

The tone was a little off-putting.

Song Qie, seeing Lu Beihuai so fierce, dropped her eyebrows in a wimpy and well-behaved manner, "Oh, I know, why so fierce ......"

The sound of water thinned out, and the last whispered mutter still fell on deaf ears.

Lu Beihuai thought, "Is he mean?

When was he mean.