I'm such a lovesick person.

Chapter 10: Convincing people with "morality"

When Wei Lin changed into his sportswear and went downstairs to find An Xin, he discovered that the fat boy was holding his physical test report and was shouting in frustration: "Lose weight! I must lose weight!"

On the bench next to him, there was a gym bag, a water bottle, a sports towel, and a newly-issued gym membership card.

The fat otaku is incredibly efficient!
"Coach Xiao He, I've always been lazy. I need someone to urge me to exercise, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to stick to it."

An Xin licked his face and said to He Jingxuan, "My brother and I have overlapping training schedules. You probably don't have time to take me with you. Can you arrange a professional trainer for me?"

He Jingxuan, who unexpectedly obtained a three-year performance card, saw that An Xin was interested in hiring a private trainer, and heard him specifically mention that his schedule overlapped with Wei Lin. Suddenly, she thought of Cao Jingrong who had kindly reminded her.

"Then I'll arrange a coach for you? Try a trial class first?" He Jingxuan asked.

"Okay! Okay!"

An Xin nodded like a chick pecking at rice, looking around with a sly look, stealing glances at the two female coaches in work clothes in the distance.

"Brother Cao!"

He Jingxuan greeted them loudly.

In the equipment area, Cao Jingrong, who was stretching after leg training, greeted us with a happy face.

"He can't! He looks a bit skinny and doesn't have a lot of muscle mass!"

Before Cao Jingrong could get close, An Xin's head was already shaking like a rattle, and he said seriously, "I want to find a professional!"

He Jingxuan smiled apologetically at Cao Jingrong, but Coach Cao, who was tactful, didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and walked away.

"Brother Hong, do you have classes next?"

Helpless He Jingxuan looked at another muscular colleague.

"I have classes in the evening, so I'm free." Hong Biao responded in a loud voice.

"He's not suitable either! He's too big and looks scary!" An Xin quickly shook his head, coughed, and said, "I want someone with some muscles, but not too big."

Hearing this, He Jingxuan thought seriously about who to ask to come and serve.

"Is a female coach okay?"

Wei Lin, who had long seen through An Xin's thoughts, bought two bottles of sugar-free cola from the self-service machine, handed one to An Xin and said, "The female coaches here are quite professional. How about we find one for you to try?"

"Okay, okay." An Xin looked like he was willing to give it a try.

He Jingxuan was stunned.

No matter how dumb she was, she could see that An Xin just wanted a female coach, and she couldn't help but curse in her heart: "Birds of a feather!"

She used to think An Xin was shy, but now looking at him again, she felt that this little fat boy had an indescribable sense of vulgarity.

She was about to push Zhao Jie to An Xin, but suddenly remembered what Cao Jingrong said, so she called another female colleague: "Sister Xiaorou, are you free? A member specifically wants a female coach."

The little fat guy righteously denied it: "It's not a specific rule! I just think that men and women working together will make exercise less tiring!"

He Jingxuan bit her lower lip and didn't say anything.

A moment later, Yu Xiaorou, who had been hiding somewhere, came running over happily.

"Here they come! Who? Who asked for a female coach?"

In stark contrast to her name, Yu Xiaorou, with her carefree personality, is a typical northern girl. She is tall and beautiful, but her skin is a little rough.

As soon as she came over, she stared at An Xin: "Did you want a female coach?"

Because her voice was too loud, the members exercising nearby and the coaches who were teaching classes all saluted An Xin in unison.

"Sexy batch with sexy batch."

"The friends that guy brought with him are indeed just like him!"

"Don't be so sullen!"

The venue was filled with a clamor of sarcasm and ridicule.

"It wasn't me who asked for it. It was my brother who insisted on arranging a female coach for me." An Xin blushed and pointed at Wei Lin, trying to argue: "I just said I wanted to find a professional, but he insisted..."

"I'm a professional!" Yu Xiaorou grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the fixed equipment area. "Show me the physical test report, and I'll make a plan for you."

"Mr. Wei, your brother... is quite cute." He Jingxuan used very restrained words.

"I think so too." Wei Lin, who wanted to crush An Xin to death, laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject: "What are you taking me to practice today?"

"Practice your back."

"it is good."

……

The body is the capital of revolution.

Wei Lin has always agreed with this statement, and when he had health problems, he believed it even more deeply.

Among all sports, Wei Lin loves basketball the most and he is quite good at it.

During his freshman year, he briefly played on the school team.

He is 1.83 meters tall, plays as a point guard, and is a good passer.

His athletic ability is average; his running, jumping, and strength are not particularly outstanding, but he has a high basketball IQ and the ability to command the overall situation.

Unfortunately, when he was in his sophomore year, a group of athletes from sports schools came to the school, and taller and stronger junior students replaced him.

During his student life, he mastered all the bodyweight skills of street fitness such as push-ups, dips, and pull-ups, and he was quite good at them.

"As for pull-ups, I used to be able to do over 20."

Wei Lin stepped on a stool, stood under the gantry, grabbed the bar, and pulled up with all his strength.

His body didn't move at all.

"Forehead……"

Wei Lin, who had failed to show off, couldn't help but blush when he saw He Jingxuan trying to hold back her laughter. "After graduation, I haven't touched the horizontal bar for several years. I'm really rusty."

"That's okay. Let's start with the pull-downs. Since you've been exercising before, your muscles will be more adaptable, and you'll be able to do pull-ups again after a while."

He Jingxuan turned and walked towards another machine. "Boss Wei, let me show you a demonstration."

"High pull-downs are divided into forehand and backhand. Although both are back exercises, they train different muscle groups."

"For backhands, our biceps are more involved, but the main exercise is still our latissimus dorsi."

"For the forehand, the teres major and teres minor muscles are more active, and the upper trapezius muscles are also involved."

"If you're sitting, you can lean back a little bit. I'll do it for you."

"..."

The young coach was quite professional and demonstrated to Wei Lin in detail both forehand and backhand.

Every time she pulled the pull-down bar to her chest, it would gently touch her towering breasts, causing slight ripples and vibrations.

"Bang! Bang!"

Wei Lin was watching the young coach perform the movements "concentratedly" without looking away when a loud sound of iron hitting iron was heard from a similar high-position pull-down machine next to him.

Yesterday, the bald brother inserted the iron plate to the bottom and did the forehand pull-down like the young coach.

This man, who was in his forties, had muscular build and exaggerated tattoos on his thick bare arms. He could force a mocking smile on his fleshy face.

Seeing Wei Lin and He Jingxuan turning their heads to look at him, the eldest brother grinned and said, "Strength training requires heavy weights to be used hard. Only in this way can muscles grow."

Wei Lin smiled in response.

He Jingxuan nodded gently and said, "He's right. As long as the movements are standardized, we should continue to increase the weight gradually and overload gradually."

The young coach mentioned a premise - the movements must be standardized, and implicitly pointed out that the elder brother's movements were not particularly standardized.

"The little girl is young and teaches well." The bald brother laughed, but didn't seem to understand the deep meaning of the young coach's words. He took out his mobile phone and watched short videos as a pastime during his breaks between sets.

Wei Lin took a glance and noticed that the scenes in the short video were also training videos of muscular men.

In the middle, there are also a few posed photos of fitness beauties with big breasts and big butts.

He caught a glimpse of Wei Lin secretly looking at him, and when the busty beauty in the mobile phone video suddenly appeared, he quickly swiped away.

But the next one was still a big-butt beauty dancing happily.

The bald brother cursed inwardly and was forced to adjust his position, facing Wei Lin and the young coach, with the back of his phone facing Wei Lin.

"Boss Wei, you try it, backhand first."

He Jingxuan made way and called the silent, smiling Wei Lin over to sit down. She changed the inserts and lowered the weight for Wei Lin, saying, "At the beginning, you should first get a feel for the force of the movement, and don't rush to increase the weight. Once you've mastered the movement, you can gradually increase the intensity and weight. There's no need to rush."

"Oh."

Next, under the guidance of the young coach, Wei Lin learned the movements in an orderly manner.

Pull-downs, seated machine rows, dumbbell rows.

When Wei Lin followed the young coach to do each movement, the conspicuous bald brother Bao would train with the same movements on the side.

The weight is often several times that of Wei Lin, and the equipment is also made to clang loudly by him.

Full of irony.

An hour passed quickly, and Wei Lin, who had never experienced resistance training, did feel the lack of his own strength.

As a grown man, he couldn't lift as much weight as He Jingxuan, which made him feel a little frustrated. He secretly decided to go to the gym more often and train his body well.

"If Mr. Wei is free, we can also arrange a class at this time tomorrow."

After the class, the coach didn't find any inappropriate behavior from Wei Lin, so he became much bolder: "Tomorrow, you can do chest or leg training."

"no problem."

His eyes searched for An Xin's location. When he saw the fat boy happily surrounding another female coach, Wei Lin burst out laughing and went to the second floor on his own.

……

Second floor, dressing room.

"My name is Jin Changhong. I'm in the used car business. If you have any needs in this area, you can contact me."

When the bald brother saw Wei Lin come in, he handed him a business card with a cigarette in his mouth, and then handed him a cigarette.

On the wall behind him, there was a bright "No Smoking" sign, but the eldest brother obviously couldn't see it.

Wei Lin took the business card, glanced at it briefly, and put it in his trouser pocket. He didn't take the cigarette, but smiled and said, "I've been feeling chest discomfort lately, so I don't dare smoke for the time being. Brother, you're really strong."

"Ha ha!"

Jin Changhong laughed loudly, but he waved his hand modestly: "I've been training for more than ten years, and I barely passed 600 in the three major events. It's nothing."

Squat, bench press, deadlift, those who can break 500 kg in the three major events are all strong men, one in a thousand.

People who weigh over 600 kilograms are extremely rare, and you can hardly find many of them in a gym.

During the training, Wei Lin, who had just been taught the basics by He Jingxuan, was immediately filled with awe and praised sincerely, "Brother, you're amazing! I admire you!"

"Nothing, haha, nothing."

The bald brother stood up humbly, accepting the admiring gazes of several people in the locker room. He and Wei Lin took off their clothes in front of the locker and searched for toiletries.

When he found his equipment, picked up his towel and turned to go into the shower room, Wei Lin just turned around.

Two grown men were facing each other naked.

The eldest brother naturally glanced at Wei Lin's lower body and suddenly screamed in his heart: "Fuck!"

He lowered his head and took another look at his lower body. The eldest brother silently covered his lower body with a towel and walked towards the shower room with a stiff expression.

Several muscular men who were also changing clothes in the locker room shouted "Fuck" in unison when Wei Lin turned around.

Immediately, several people, like the bald brother, calmly covered their lower bodies with towels.

……

(End of this chapter)