Chapter 243 Rhythm Master (2/3 Guaranteed)

Chapter 243 Rhythm Master (23 guaranteed)

"Huh", the breath exhaled from his mouth turned into white mist in his gray vision. Aokiji ran hummingly. In the cold morning, the autumn wind hit his face, causing a dull pain.

Facing the street lights, he ran to the boxing gym. All the shops were still closed. Aokiji stood at the door and looked inside, only to find that the door was already open.

Aokiji pushed open the door and stepped onto the elevator. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was ten minutes before five o'clock.

The elevator door opened, and the third floor was bright. Old John was already sitting in the reception area on the third floor, with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him, a cigarette in his mouth, and nodding his head while wearing headphones. He looked very energetic.

Seeing Aokiji coming out of the elevator, Old John didn't say anything, just nodded without taking off his earphones, and pointed outside the house: "Half an hour, five round trips to this street, is there any problem?"

WT? Aokiji's eyes widened and he looked at the dark outside. He thought about it based on his memory. Five round trips must be almost ten kilometers, right?

half an hour? Are you kidding me?

Before he could refuse, Old John said calmly: "If you think you can't do it, go home and have an early bed."

Aoki Si stared at him for a long time, not seeing any intention of joking, and took a deep breath: "OK."

Turning around and pressing the button for the elevator, Aokiji went downstairs.

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw Matsuyama Iwa with a steaming face at the door and Andy, who had been KOed by Aoki Tsukasa, panting and preparing to walk in.

Obviously, they both came here on the run.

Seeing Aokiji, Andy's expression was obviously a little awkward, and he kept a straight face and said nothing. Songshanyan smiled and said hello: "What? The teacher didn't come?"

"You should know it if you don't go up there." Aokiji nodded to Matsuyama Rock with a sullen face, walked past them silently, and ran towards the end of the street with long strides.

Songshanyan and Andy looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Andy whispered in surprise: "Are we going to do this too?"

"Probably not, haven't we all experienced it before?" Song Shanyan smiled bitterly and wiped his sweat.

Andy swallowed: "I've already retired."

"Aren't I the same?" Song Shanyan and him looked at each other, and at this moment they felt a sense of sympathy for each other, like brothers in need.

The two went upstairs, and a minute later, they ran down with a grimace, consciously waiting for Aokiji to be the first to run back and forth to the door, and followed Aokiji.

On the dark street, three muscular men were breathing heavily, and clouds of white mist were disappearing in the cold air.

Thain, who arrived a little later, quickly joined the team and started running along with them.

When Aokiji ran the fourth round, he already felt that his legs were a little weak.

Breathing heavily, there was already a faint burning sensation in the lungs, and the pace unconsciously slowed down a little. However, the annoying shout of Old John suddenly sounded above his head: "It's twenty minutes and five minutes! You are here!" What are you doing!"

Gritting his teeth and speeding up, Aokiji rushed forward.

Songshanyan, Andy, and Thain could no longer keep up with Aoki Si. The three of them slowed down and were almost trapped by Aoki Si. It was really hard for this group of people whose average age was almost thirty years old. The great men have endured this pain that may be called an unreasonable disaster.

But Aokiji always felt that these guys seemed to be hiding something from him, and that they were holding back some bad intentions. Although they ran very hard, they always felt that they were not as tired as he was.

That's right, after all, the main training target is themselves, so maybe they don't have such a big burden.

Aokiji thought so and tried to speed up.

After finally running five rounds, Aokiji almost retched - the weather was so cold, and all he was panting for was the air-conditioning that whizzed into his lungs, and the air-conditioning was almost filling him up.

Holding the wall and pressing the elevator button, Aokiji went upstairs, panting heavily.

Old John was holding his cell phone and looking at it in fascination without knowing what he was looking at. He had already finished the cup of coffee in front of him.

"Are you done running?" Old John looked at Aoki Si, who was out of breath, and stood up leisurely.

Aokiji nodded, swallowed, and continued to breathe heavily.

"OK, put on your coat and rest." Old John smiled and pointed to the venue on the third floor: "You are four minutes late, so your rest time will be subtracted by four minutes. In other words, You only have one minute to rest now."

Old John looked at his watch and raised his lips: "To be precise, thirty-five seconds."

"Huh?" Aokiji's eyes widened: "I just ran here from home and ran nearly ten thousand meters. Can you at least let me rest for five minutes?"

"Yes, I should give you a five-minute break, but you overtime." Old John lowered the raised corners of his mouth and said expressionlessly: "You only have two choices: do it or not do it. There is no negotiation. Do you understand?"

Aokiji looked at him with a cold face: "Isn't this kind of training overstretching your body?"

Too much is not enough, training should also be done in moderation!

"Do it, or don't do it." Old John's expression remained unchanged, and his tone never wavered in the slightest.

Aokiji coughed twice and was about to get water from the water dispenser on the side. He saw sports drinks already placed beside the water dispenser. There was no label and the blue color looked quite attractive.

Aokiji didn't care who it belonged to, so he grabbed it and drank a third of it in one gulp. The sweet and sour taste was quite delicious, and he said in a low voice, "OK."

"Very good, you still have five seconds to rest." Old John stared at his watch, his eyes fixed on the second hand.

"The break is over." Looking at Tsukasa Aoki, who had not sat down to catch his breath, Old John pointed at the venue: "Now I want to see you stretching your body."

Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief. The stretching exercise could help him regain his physical strength a little. He didn't say anything more. He walked into the venue, took off his long-sleeved hooded sweatshirt and threw it aside. The exposed tight half-sleeves were already wet with sweat. Halfway through, the boxing gym has a smart air-conditioning system and the temperature is suitable.

Lowering his waist, pressing his legs forward, and turning his shoulders, Aokiji went through the stretching movements he often used. However, he saw Old John leaning against the door with his arms folded, his expression cold: "Are you ready for exercise? Let's start."

Aokiji watched him walk straight into the boxing gym, pointed at the sandbag and said loudly: "Can you use it?"

Aokiji nodded hesitantly.

"GOOD, let's have some fun now."

Old John pointed at the sandbag with a dangerous look in his eyes: "This game is called I say, if you move, you are wrong and you will be punished."

"Why don't you unconsciously tie the bandage and wait until I come to tie it for you?" Old John's voice suddenly became louder, which scared Aokiji. He couldn't help but muttered: "You never said that."

Seeing the unkind expression on Old John's face, Aokiji trotted to tie the bandage on his hand, fixed it, and stood in front of the sandbag.

With these few words, Aokiji was able to steal some rest time.

"You play how I tell you to play. If you make a mistake, you will be punished."

"Easy?"

Aokiji nodded upon hearing this. Isn't this just basic reaction training?

"OK." Old John watched Aokiji walk to the sandbag, moving his body with a relaxed expression, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly: "Ready. Start!"

"The left whip leg is low, the right whip leg is low, the left whip leg is in the middle! The right whip leg is in the middle, the left whip leg is low! Come again! Come again! Back swing kick with left leg! Left swing fist, straight uppercut, swing punch! Swing fist, right Shake your fist!"

Old John was wearing headphones, moving his head in and out, and gesticulating with his hands very rhythmically, but the words he spoke were like pressing the accelerator button. He finished the above-mentioned series of English words accurately in just three seconds.

Aokiji raised his hands in confusion, completely forgetting whether he should hit his left hand or his right hand.

Are you singing Rap?

Aokiji wanted to ask Old John if he was a rapper, but Old John said that if you are wrong, you will be punished.

"Ten jumping push-ups!"

You have the guts to read it to me in Chinese!

Staring at Old John with resentment, Old John just wore headphones and kept shaking his head, and occasionally said: "YE, YO, Emmm, Ay!"

You really do rap.

After Aokiji finished ten jumping push-ups, Old John suddenly continued to speak before Aokiji was ready: "Left jab, jab, jab, jab, right swing, swing, swing, swing, swing!"

Aokiji's fists had to speed up wildly in conjunction with his speaking speed, a muffled sound came from his throat, and his fists punched the sandbags with shocking explosions.

"Baby! One more time! Let's do it again!" Seeing Old John almost singing with forgetfulness, Aokiji's eyes gradually became a little dazed - could it be said that this training only lasts until Old John sings happily?

What about Songshan Rock? Where are those guys?

At this time, on the first floor of the boxing gym, Songshanyan, Andy, and Thain were sitting in the hall, sighing about the past.

"I don't know if Old John has started singing Rap, or if his skills have deteriorated." Song Shanyan thought about the past and shook his head involuntarily.

Thain looked fearful: "Believe me, this old guy who aims to release a rap record at the age of seventy has never stopped practicing rap."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Andy smacked his tongue, his eyes a little dazed - I don't know if Old John is addicted. If he is, Aoki Siko will be miserable.

Aokiji didn't know that the three people downstairs were sitting together reminiscing about the bitterness and sweetness. Amidst Old John's chattering rap, he felt for the first time - a certain hot meat that he had heard in his previous life, Chris Wu Ke's big bowl of noodles. Rap is actually not that bad.

"YO, keep up with this rhythm, shake your head left and right, left, right, whip your left leg three times LETS, GO, GO, GO!"

I can go to your rhythm!

Aokiji raised his left leg with a numb look on his face and hit the target with his whip leg.

There was a loud snap, venting Aokiji's depressed mood.

But Old John seemed to hear some applause and sang even more energetically.