abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles

abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles

Shen Muwei didn't take it seriously; in fact, she reminded him, "It's about that thing where you're afraid of ghosts."

Someone suddenly realized what was happening and was about to answer when Shen Muwei exclaimed in delight, "Judging from your expression, you seem to be feeling much better?"

It would seem strange to be stubborn at this moment, so it's better to go along with what she says.

Xiang Zhixing hurriedly concealed his panic and said, "Yes, I feel much better."

"However..." the topic shifted again, "but I always feel a bit unlucky."

He pointed to his eyes.

"What happened? How did you get this? Can I take a look?" Shen Muwei asked, moving closer to him. She was genuinely worried about his eye injury.

He shrank back: "Don't look, it's ugly." He added, "I ran into a brat."

Okay, she still has an image to maintain, but she didn't say it out loud, and turned her attention back to the brat he was talking about.

After asking a few more questions, she remembered the child. Everyone lived at the school and took the same route. Everyone remembered what kind of situations they would encounter and who they would meet on the road. It wasn't a new thing for that child to be attacking passersby with a water gun.

"I know him, he's awful. Is he badly hurt?"

"Fortunately, the retina is damaged."

"You call this okay? You need to let his parents know and teach him a lesson! Otherwise, he'll come back again."

She looked quite righteous, almost standing up. Xiang Zhixing pulled her back, telling her to sit down and calm down, that everything had been resolved.

Shen Muwei asked how it was resolved, and he said that he had sent the child to the police station to teach him a lesson.

"Hey? You went to the police station today? What time did you go?"

Xiang Zhixing was slightly taken aback: "This morning."

"This morning? I also went to the police station this morning, was it the one on Linqing Road?"

Xiang Zhixing nodded.

She exclaimed in surprise, "What a coincidence! I went there today too!"

Xiang Zhixing laughed: "Is going to the police station something to be happy about? Why are you so excited?"

She shrugged and stuck out her tongue: "Oh, I think that's quite a coincidence. What time did you go?"

Xiang Zhixing replied, "I don't quite remember, it should be close to noon, because I was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch."

"Oh, I just left then. I went to the police station today because Xiaobai's grandfather performed a heroic act, and we went to pick him up and take him home."

He didn't even ask her why she went to the police station, but she just wanted to tell him and blurted it all out. It wasn't until she saw his deep eyes that she realized she might have been too talkative.

Having just stopped the car, Shen Muwei stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go back."

"It's time to go back," Xiang Zhixing thought.

As before, Xiang Zhixing escorted Shen Muwei back before returning himself.

His eyes still hurt, a burning pain that constantly reminded him of the wound.

I still can't forget the friendly and harmonious way Shen Muwei and her group looked when I saw them at the police station. The small reception room was like a warm light, illuminating only that small area.

I don't know when the wind started blowing, but it made the trees rustle. The dim streetlights stretched his shadow long, and only the dappled shadows of the trees swept across his lonely back.

Even though only one eye could clearly see the scene, the black halo formed by the covering of the other eye acted like some kind of spotlight effect, making the corner of "three generations under one roof" even brighter and more eye-catching.

Zhou Chengming is doing well, still playing the role of an old father, worrying about his eye injury, but also angry that he ran out to see Shen Muwei despite his advice.

Upon seeing him enter, he briefly looked away from the Word document on the computer screen, but avoided direct eye contact with Xiang Zhixing, keeping him out of the corner of his eye. Then he gave a cold sneer: "So you know how to come back?"

Xiang Zhixing didn't answer, but lowered his head and hummed in response.

Very well, this attitude is even more infuriating.

Just as Zhou Chengming was about to scold him, he saw him sit down and change into slippers. His hands, with bulging veins, were untying his shoelaces. His hair was disheveled by the strong wind outside. As he looked up, a thin face gradually came into view. One of his eyes was covered with gauze, and the other eye was not fully open, with drooping eyelids, giving off an indifferent feeling.

On the day of enrollment, when Zhou Chengming saw Xiang Zhixing in the dormitory, he had this look in his eyes, looking incredibly arrogant. Zhou Chengming thought he was pretty cool at the time.

But now, besides looking cool, Zhou Chengming also felt a little sorry for him.

Instantly, most of his previous urge to attack the patient dissipated. He thought, why should I argue with the patient?

Seeing Xiang Zhixing get up again to get a change of clothes from the wardrobe, it seemed he was going to take a shower.

The other two in the dorm were playing games together and didn't notice what was happening. Zhou Chengming's tone softened: "You saw Shen Muwei again?"

He only looked up at Zhou Chengming after hearing Shen Muwei's name, and then hummed in agreement.

Seeing his pathetic state, Zhou Chengming felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"No, I meant you..."

"What?"

He didn't want to say anything to him, but he still had to. Zhou Chengming ran his fingers through his hair.

"When are you finally going to put your plan into action? We've been waiting for almost half a month. There have been so many opportunities to strike. Aren't you going to take your revenge yet?"

Seeing that the other party was determined not to let him leave until they got to the point, Xiang Zhixing grabbed the water bottle on the table and took a sip. His phone vibrated twice on the table. He picked it up and saw that it was Shen Muwei asking if he had arrived at the dormitory.

He replied with one hand, then looked up again, missing Zhou Chengming's words, and what he saw was Zhou Chengming's dark, red face.

"I'm not going to seek revenge."

"You're not going to get revenge? So I was the only one who was genuinely sincere from beginning to end?"

Xiang Zhixing was too lazy to explain and took his clothes into the bathroom.

Zhou Chengming chased him to the door, grabbing it to prevent him from entering: "You, surnamed Xiang, explain yourself!"

"From the beginning until now, it seems like I haven't asked you to contribute anything to this operation, right?"

Zhou Chengming paused, then thought, "That makes sense. He doesn't seem to have done anything... Wait, but no, that doesn't quite add up..."

"No, I just wanted to help you. I really mean it."

"I know, thank you, but it's not necessary now."

"No, why not use it? What's the reason?"

Xiang Zhixing shrugged: "No reason." He was about to close the door when the person at the door stopped him.

Zhou Chengming stared at him wide-eyed, muttering to himself, "No, no, something's not right with you."

As if suddenly realizing something, he let go of his hand with exhaustion, took two exaggerated steps back, and his face was still filled with fear.

Xiang Zhixing was too lazy to deal with this clown, so he took the opportunity to close the door.

Zhou Chengming hesitated for two seconds before starting to knock on the door: "Xiang Zhixing, Xiang Zhixing, explain yourself! Open the door! You've got the guts to swagger around everywhere, so open the door now! What are you pretending for? Open the door! Xiang Zhixing! Explain yourself!"

The only response he received was the sound of rushing water inside.

The two people playing together had just finished a game. One of them was arguing with a kid on voice chat when the other came over and asked, "What's all the noise about?"

Zhou Chengming was filled with indignation, his hand trembling as he pointed at the tightly closed toilet door: "It's terrifying! It's terrifying! This person... this person... he's fallen in love!"

Jiang Chao frowned, not understanding for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Holy crap! What did you say! He... he's fallen in love? Holy crap! That traitor!"

So the two of them started giving Xiang Zhixing a bunch of examples right at the door.

"Do you know how terrible the consequences can be for people who fall in love?! I'm asking you, do you know?! That chubby guy in the dorm next door, the one with glasses, is still running laps on the track, just to lose weight and build muscle! All so his crush can catch his eye. And me..."

"And then there's my high school classmate, Fang Chen, the one you've all met! He would stay up all week every holiday trying to buy tickets just to see his girlfriend."

...

The two took turns giving lectures and examples at the door.

The sound of water stopped, followed by the rustling of clothes being put on.

Then the door opened, and he was wearing loose shorts, having forgotten his shirt, which he had simply dried with a towel and casually hung around his neck.

His hair was still dripping wet. He took another towel and dried it, his brow furrowing slightly. He gently waved one hand to the side and said, "Move aside, don't block the door."

The two had no choice but to move aside.

Xiang Zhixing turned off the bathroom light. The light at the washbasin outside their bathroom had been broken and had just been reported that day, and no one had come to fix it yet. The light here was a bit dim, and it was hard to see the expressions on people's faces.

Seeing that Xiang Zhixing was about to reach the light, Zhou Chengming became anxious and took two steps forward: "Did you even listen to what we just said? We're serious. Don't touch this stuff. If you do, you're really doomed. We're doing this for your own good."

Xiang Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said softly, "It's too late."

Jiang Chao stared at his silhouette in the light and shadow, his mouth agape, and he covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes filled with terror.

Xiang Zhixing hung up the towel to the side, ignored everyone, and went into the room to get dressed.

Jiang Chao slowly turned around and saw Zhou Chengming with the same shocked expression as him.

No wonder he said it was too late. They had seen Xiang Zhixing's abs when he first started college. Back then, they were just thin muscles, barely visible.

Back then, he was the only one in the dorm with muscles.

It hasn't been long. I saw him shirtless at the beginning of this semester. How come I didn't notice the change in his abs back then?

It had been a long time since I'd seen him, and those muscles were no longer thin; they were clearly well-defined abs and pectoral muscles!

However, he's still the only one in the dorm with muscles.

The two who had recovered immediately rushed back into the dormitory to confront the other person. The person who was arguing with the elementary school student hadn't finished yet, so they listened to what was happening here with one ear.

He was in a complete mess, he was cursing, and he also learned that Xiang Zhixing had someone he liked. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Xiang Zhixing was sitting at the table, removing his eye mask in front of the mirror, preparing to apply medicine.

In the mirror, Zhou Chengming, standing behind him, asked seriously, "Tell me the truth, are you really in love with Shen Muwei, or are you just joking?"

Xiang Zhixing paused in his work, looking at Zhou Chengming in the mirror: "I never joke around."

After a night of commotion, Zhou Chengming reluctantly accepted that Shen Muwei had gone from being his enemy to being the person Xiang Zhixing liked.

He also decided to give up his hatred and live peacefully with Shen Muwei.

He received a cold response from Xiang Zhixing: "Just don't cause trouble."

Enraged, he immediately climbed into bed, pulled the covers over his head, and after a while, he pulled them back up, sat on the bed, and pleaded earnestly, "Who am I doing this for? Isn't it all for you? I've worried myself sick over this family. Do you know how hard it is to be a father?"

Xiang Zhixing indifferently drew the bed curtains and lay down to sleep.

As usual, he chatted with Shen Muwei for a couple of minutes before putting down his phone before bed. Chatting with her had become a habit; he needed to talk to her for a bit before he could fall asleep.

He fell asleep shortly after closing his eyes.

So tired...so tired...

As Xiang Zhixing ran on the plastic track, his throat felt narrowed, his nasal cavity was dry, and his nose was filled with the smell of the plastic track—it was so smelly and unpleasant.

He couldn't run anymore, he couldn't control his legs, and his breathing gradually became labored. He could only gasp for air with his mouth open. Just as he opened his mouth, a man in a black tracksuit next to him shouted, "I've told you eight hundred times! Don't breathe through your mouth!"

He was terrified of this person. Before he could even shut his mouth, he looked down and saw that the teacher had actually moved horizontally.

He was about to ask, "Coach, how can you move horizontally?"

The next second, he was suddenly separated from the plastic track under the scorching sun.

The scene changed, and he was still exhausted. He rested his hands on his knees, and all he could see was a yellow solid wood floor. Sweat dripped from his chin.

His ears felt as if they were covered by a thin film, blocking out all sound; he could only hear his own heavy breathing.

As I stood up again, a wave of cheers swept over me.

Xiang Zhixing realized he had grown up. When he opened his palm, he no longer saw the scorching sun, but the bright indoor lights of the basketball court.

The referee blew the whistle, the basketball was tossed into his hands, and time continued to flow, ticking away like the second hand. The court quieted down. He held the basketball, assumed a standard shooting form, and that familiar feeling seemed to return.

He felt his blood boiling, his eyes fixed on the basketball hoop in front of him, and his right hand reached forward.

The ball flew out in a beautiful arc, and he had already anticipated that it would land perfectly in the basket.

Just then, the basketball hoop and the basketball suddenly disappeared.

The surroundings turned pitch black, and he felt his body gradually losing its strength. This was no longer the basketball court, but the campus of Hui University at night.

A girl with her hands behind her back was quietly following him; it was Shen Muwei.

He asked her, "What are we going to eat later?"

Shen Muwei lowered her head and remained silent, continuing to walk slowly, at a very, very slow pace.

He is a fast walker. If someone walks slowly, he will simply ignore them and stride forward.

But this was Shen Muwei, and he slowly followed beside her without the slightest impatience.

However, Shen Muwei suddenly stopped, and gradually raised her head, which had been hanging down. Her pupils were very dark, and her expression was very calm and innocent.

"Xiang Zhixing, you can't lie to people."

Oh no! We've been exposed! Xiang Zhixing thought to himself, and then he saw Shen Muwei raise her right hand toward his left eye!

A sharp pain shot through him, and he screamed, waking up from his dream.

The person in front of him was none other than Zhou Chengming, who was standing beside his bed.

He was startled, shrank back, pulled the blanket up and sat up, pressing himself tightly against the wall.

What are you doing?

Zhou Chengming rolled his eyes at him: "What, get up at 8 a.m.!"

Still shaken, T Xiang touched her phone beside her pillow; it was already 7:30.

Zhou Chengming walked to the side, grumbling, "She even calls out Shen Muwei's name in her sleep. Does she like her that much? I'm speechless..."

The dream was complicated and complex. He subconsciously wanted to rub his left eye, but stopped when he touched the gauze. It still hurt.

He remembered the words Shen Muwei said to him in his dream and the punch she gave him, which directly affected his later encounters with Shen Muwei. He always felt embarrassed that his lie was about to be exposed.

I was on tenterhooks for a week, but nothing happened.

Shen Muwei is still the same Shen Muwei, still carefree, and the paths of dreams and reality are completely different.

He and Shen Muwei persisted in training together for half a month. Several times during this period, he was with Zhang Wenhao. Although he was in a bad mood, he vaguely sensed that Shen Muwei's attitude towards Zhang Wenhao was not as good as before.

-

The National Day holiday is fast approaching, and the freshmen who have been undergoing military training at the school are finally free.

This year, the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays coincided, so the school gave students mooncakes and milk for the double celebration.

The freshmen discussed where to go in Huishi during the National Day holiday.

After two days of cool weather, the temperature returned to that of midsummer. Many osmanthus trees are planted on the campus of Huida University, and the oxygen molecules in the air seem to be wrapped in the fragrance of osmanthus. No matter where you go, you can always smell this faint and refreshing floral fragrance.

Shen Muwei loved the fragrance of the flowers and lingered greedily under the osmanthus tree for a long time, until Mu Qing called her. The voice on the other end of the phone was gentle but carried a hint of threat: "Shen Muwei, aren't you coming back for dinner? Are you going to make your grandparents wait for you? You think you're someone important now?"

The smile on her face suddenly faded, and she said seriously, "Coming right away."

After hanging up the phone, she muttered, "It's just that she smelled the flowers for a little longer, why is she so fierce? Only my dad can put up with her temper."

Shen Muwei tossed her phone into her pocket, but couldn't resist leaning forward to smell the flowers again. In the end, she couldn't bear to part with them, so she wrapped a bag of petals in a napkin and took it back to her grandparents' house.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people should be going home for dinner.

My uncle is abroad, and Shen Hongtao is also abroad, so there are only four people eating at home.

Shen Muwei poured orange juice for the elders in her family and raised her glass to say auspicious words.

Mu Jinyou said that celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day together will make our country more prosperous and strong. He also wished his family harmony and happiness, and hoped that the whole family could get together next autumn.

Zhou Cixin and Mu Jinyou both came from hard times and are deeply moved by the country's current prosperity. They first wish the country continued success, and then hope that their children will be healthy and that they can all realize their dreams.

Mu Qing said she hopes her parents and children are healthy, and that their relationships go smoothly.

Shen Muwei looked at her mother with a strange expression: "What do you mean by 'smooth sailing in relationships'?"

Mu Qing said, "You're such a grown-up, shouldn't you be dating or something?"

Shen Muwei waved her hand in a panic, thinking to herself, "Don't mess with me! I finally managed to get over Song Yuanbai's confession, and suddenly talking about this makes me feel a bit like I have PTSD."

Mu Jinyou laughed and said, "Why don't you worry about her? She's just a kid. Let nature take its course."

Mu Qing had no way to express her bitterness. She was not blind to Song Yuanbai's feelings for her daughter. Also, there was a tall boy at school, and she always saw Shen Muwei walking with that boy.

If it weren't for Shen Muwei's cluelessness, her gossipy nature would have already led her to grab her daughter and ask her which one she should choose.

She was torn between a gentle, childhood sweetheart and a domineering, out-of-touch guy.

Shen Muwei suddenly felt a little hot, her face flushed, and she raised her glass and said, "I wish my grandparents good health, my parents and uncle success in their careers, and I wish myself to make a fortune, achieve financial freedom, and retire as soon as possible."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qing really wanted to give her good-for-nothing daughter a good whack on the head.

Chen Muwei ate the meal with great relish, sweating profusely, and really wanted to finish quickly and slip away.

Fortunately, she often comes to her grandparents' house for meals, so when the elders in the family and the grandmother next door agreed to play mahjong together after dinner today, she immediately made an excuse that she had gone to bed too late last night and needed to go back for a nap.

Nobody cared where she slept, so she slunk home, planning to watch a movie and play games this afternoon.

With earphones in her ears, Shen Muwei hummed a little tune as she happily climbed the stairs to her apartment.

Before she even climbed the last step, she saw someone squatting at her doorstep.

Her eyesight was quite good; she recognized Song Yuanbai at a glance.

To be honest, after that confession incident, she and Song Yuanbai could only manage to chat normally online, but Song Yuanbai never came back, so she knew that it was completely over between them.

This friendship is dead.

But she didn't expect him to come back for National Day; he's currently squatting at her doorstep.

She immediately recalled the novel plots that Qian Eryun would often tell her about: the male protagonist, in order to win back the female protagonist, would get drunk and wait at her doorstep until she returned, then pin her against the wall and kiss her passionately, and then something indescribable would happen.

Thinking of this, Shen Muwei swallowed hard, touched her neck, and her heart pounded.

What should I do...? Maybe I should just go back and listen to the old folks playing mahjong...

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he caught a glimpse of Song Yuanbai standing up, swaying slightly, and then a familiar voice called out, "Boss?"

Shen Muwei stopped in her tracks, feigning surprise: "Hey! It's you! What brings you back?"

Song Yuanbai was more composed than she was, and he said with a smile, "Of course I have to come back for the holiday."

"Oh, right? Because Yueyue isn't coming back, I thought you wouldn't be coming back either."

She walked towards the door as she spoke, and since she didn't smell any alcohol, she felt relieved.

“Yueyue is too far away, and it’s too much trouble for her to come and go.” He made an excuse for Shi Yue, “Since you’re back, I’ll give you the mooncakes.”

As he spoke, he handed her the mooncake gift box he had on hand.

It turned out they were delivering mooncakes. What a huge misunderstanding! They scared her to death.

Song Yuanbai: "I came by this morning, but you and Auntie weren't home. I thought you might come back after you've had breakfast, so I came down to check. I found no one there. Just as I was tying my shoelaces, you came back. It was quite a coincidence."

Shen Muwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief before naturally walking to the door and inserting the key.

She said politely, "You even sent mooncakes? That's so kind of you."

The door opened, and she invited him inside: "Come in."

She was just saying it casually and didn't actually want him to come in, but he did come in as if nothing had happened.

Song Yuanbai naturally reached for his slippers in the shoe cabinet, asking, "Did you go to Professor Mu's house for the holiday today?"

"Yes, my mom is playing mahjong over there. I'm coming back to take a nap."

She said she wanted to sleep for a while, which made it very clear that she wanted to get rid of the guests.

Song Yuanbai changed his shoes, but showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he nodded, took the mooncake gift box, and walked inside, placing it naturally in a corner of the living room, where there were also some grain and oil supplies and holiday gift boxes recently distributed by the school.

"Our climbing club is thinking of organizing another outdoor activity soon, do you want to go?"

Shen Muwei knew about this, but she dared not respond.

“I asked around and they said it was just camping in the surrounding mountains, and then they would organize a small activity, like climbing a nearby hill. We could just participate in the camping.”

Shen Muwei sat on the sofa: "That's true, but I'm still scared. You know my mom's temper. She even cried the time she scolded me. She was really worried about me. I'm terrified of her."

Song Yuanbai nodded: "So you didn't want to go?"

Of course she wanted to go...

After Song Yuanbai brought up the topic, Shen Muwei had completely forgotten the unease she felt when she first entered and began to think about the club camping trip.

Gradually, it seemed that the two of them returned to how they used to be, with no barriers between them at all.

In the end, Shen Muwei decided to go again without telling Mu Qing. She would only go camping and wouldn't participate in anything else.

Song Yuanbai said, "Then I'll tell Brother Zou to add us both."

"OK."

Song Yuanbai fiddled with his phone for a bit, then sent a message. After sending the message, he casually asked, "Do you still go for a night run?"

Shen Muwei took a mooncake with egg yolk and lotus seed paste and slowly cut it open with a plastic knife: "Go ahead, I've been going almost every night since we're on vacation."

Song Yuanbai nodded thoughtfully: "Are you alone? Or with that Xiang Zhixing from last time?"

Shen Muwei gave Song Yuanbai a small mooncake, and took one for herself and put it in her mouth: "If we run into Zhang Wenhao occasionally, we'll go for a run together with Xiang Zhixing."

"Three people, your team is quite large."

"It's alright."

"Are you still running tonight? I want to come too."

Shen Muwei's eyes lit up: "Okay, come on over. We can come back together tonight. Tonight it's just me and Xiang Zhixing; Zhang Wenhao went back to his hometown."

As darkness fell, although it was still quite hot during the day in Hui City, it was autumn after all, and the temperature inevitably dropped at night.

The two left home and appeared together at the riverside park.

At the entrance, Xiang Zhixing stared at Song Yuanbai walking from a distance, silently raised an eyebrow, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.