Chapter 173 A Little Nervous (Yu Sheng League Additional Update 3/10)

Chapter 173 A little nervous (Yu Sheng League additional update 310)

"Did you take the picture? Then the next one!" Song Shanyan nodded with satisfaction as he watched the shirtless Aokiji waving the skipping rope to a buzzing sound, constantly using it for various tricks.

Kento Yoshimoto smiled and made an OK gesture: "The photo is very clear, and the muscle lines are also very beautiful."

This kind of fancy rope skipping was originally used to exercise footwork and coordination, but now he asked Aokiji to skip rope simply because it looked cooler.

Aokiji felt that he had exercised a little, and was told to stop. He put down the skipping rope without breathing, and followed Matsuyama Iwa to the next training event.

Song Shanyan took him to the corner of the wall, where there was a thick hemp rope, which seemed heavy at first glance.

Aokiji pulled out the rope with ease, adjusted it, and squatted down slightly.

"Haha!" Aokiji shouted, and the big rope in his hand shook like a wave.

The camera faithfully recorded all of this. When Aokiji was not exerting force, the muscles on his seemingly thin arms bulged out, and the veins were faintly visible. The thick ropes on his hands were shaken with all his strength, making rhythmic sounds on the ground. There was a snapping sound.

Asami Oishi looked at this scene and whispered in surprise: "Is this rope made of plastic inside?"

But this guy’s muscles look really strong! Asami Oishi swallowed unconsciously.

The club coach who happened to be standing next to her was watching the excitement with his arms folded. When he heard this, he immediately explained: "The two ropes add up to more than 20 kilograms, and they are not made of plastic."

"Okay, that's awesome!" Asami Oishi secretly smacked her tongue, looking at Aokiji's expression that seemed to have some spare time, her heart became even more awe-inspiring.

"OK, next one." Song Shanyan crossed his arms and nodded. His thick muscles made it extremely difficult for him to hold his arms.

Kento Yoshimoto gave a thumbs up to Aoki Tsukasa and said loudly: "Aoki-kun performed very well, just try to make his movements a little more exaggerated, so that it looks better when sent out."

"Uh, yes." Aokiji smiled bitterly and followed Songshanyan to the big tire placed in the corner, and picked up the hammer placed aside.

What are you doing with a hammer?

Smash it!

Aokiji raised the hammer and gestured twice with his hand. He waited for Taketo Yoshimoto to reset the camera, then suddenly raised it high above his head and smashed it down hard.

The hammer head, which was like black lightning, made a skin-numbing sound on the tire, but Asami Oishi's attention was not at all on his action of beating the tire, but was completely focused on Aoki Tsukasa's figure. stay.

Just look at Aokiji holding the hammer high, sweat dripping faintly on the obvious abdominal muscles and chest muscles between the chest and abdomen, and the strong muscles exude a faint sheen like steel. When it fell, the faint muscles at the corners suddenly stood out and were squeezed together, as if they were carved out.

This scene made Asami Oishi's legs feel weak and her face felt hot.

"So handsome!" Asami Oishi unconsciously controlled a camera to capture the changes in Aoki Tsukasa's muscles.

"OK!" Kento Yoshimoto nodded with satisfaction, looking at the picture captured by his camera, it was simply perfect.

Moreover, at this rate, it will probably take less than an hour to finish all the photos, right? Thinking of the generous reward given by Matsuyama Iwa, Kento Yoshimoto felt that this job was really good.

Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his bare forehead, and followed Matsuyama Iwa to the octagonal cage.

"How to fight?" Aokiji looked at Songshanyan who was warming up in front of him, his expression was quite relaxed.

His training this time was less than half of his usual training volume. He probably did a little bit of each exercise and recorded it for the camera.

The purpose of the promotional video is to make yourself look more impressive, but Aokiji knows how to do it.

Song Shanyan twisted his waist and looked at the camera: "What do you think will make the shooting better?"

Taketo Yoshimoto held his chin, looked at the scene in the camera, and said thoughtfully: "Well, I think it would be more shocking if some hugs and wrestling movements could be added. After all, there are many differences in the body shapes of Matsuyama-kun and Aoki-kun. .”

"I understand." Song Shanyan nodded, looked at the smiling Aoki Si and snorted: "I'm taking advantage of you, kid. I let you use me as a target for practice today."

"Don't think that I don't know that Brother Yan wants to be on TV." Aokiji winked at him and smiled, causing him to pretend to be fierce: "I will also do the anti-blow training in a while."

"No, no, no, let's let Coach Oda do that." Aokiji smiled hurriedly to please - the anti-blow training was nothing more than the coach hitting his body with fists or props, in other words, getting beaten.

It’s better not to take Songshanyan’s casserole-sized fist casually. But to be honest, Aokiji has been beaten in his dreams and training recently. I don’t know how much his skills have improved, but his ability to resist blows has definitely improved by leaps and bounds.

"Then let's start!" Song Shanyan bent down and made a boxing stance.

Aokiji became serious, put on a cold face, and seemingly unintentionally pointed the better-looking left side of his face at the camera, posing in a posture.

Songshanyan yelled and rushed forward to punch him. Aokiji suddenly plunged into his inner circle, hugged him at the waist and exerted force. The giant Songshanyan was turned around like a rag doll. He turned around and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Damn it, why did this kid throw me down like this! ? Songshanyan originally thought that Aokiji would just do an ordinary dive and throw him, but he didn't expect that he would also use the force to swing. This fall was really miserable.

Aokiji let go of his hand and took two steps back, his expression unchanged: he thought Songshanyan was ready.

Kento Yoshimoto's mouth opened wide when he saw the scene recorded by the camera, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really amazing."

Matsuyama Iwa let out a groan, glanced at Kento Yoshimoto, and when he saw that he didn't express anything, he immediately got up, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Aokiji again.

Naturally, Aokiji dived down and threw him. This time, he did not throw him out with force as exaggeratedly as before. Instead, he used his feet to destroy Songshanyan's center of gravity and then threw him to one side. This throwing method was not cool enough. But it doesn't hurt that much.

Songshanyan didn't know Aokiji's good intentions. He was thrown suddenly just now. This time, he was ready to let Aokisi use his strength to throw him, but to his surprise, this brat changed his throwing method again. The sudden hook at his feet made him confused. Before he could react, he was thrown sideways to the ground.

"Hiss" Song Shanyan gasped in pain, but with so many people around him watching, it was impossible for him to say that he was in a little pain now. He could only stare at Aoki Si with wide eyes, with unspeakable resentment in his eyes.

Otherwise, let others take the beating, right? I can't fight back, I can only take a beating. I have been retired for so long, and it will hurt for several days to go home after falling like this! Songshanyan retreated in his heart.

How could Aokiji pay attention to his eyes? Aokiji seemed to be staring at Matsuyama Rock with an expression on his face, but in fact his ears were wide open and his attention was focused on the discussions of the surrounding photography team.

"So handsome!"

"It's like a movie these two times."

"Tsk, as expected, this profession is different. For such a big man, he just fell over!"

"It's so scary!"

Aokiji's ears twitched slightly, and he quietly raised the corners of his mouth. Would you like something more fancy? Communicate with Songshanyan and ask for an over-the-shoulder throw or a foot throw? The flying cross solid seems to be more awesome, but it has little practical significance. Don't let people say it's just a showpiece when you shoot it, right?

Aokiji was in distress.

Song Shanyan had blue veins on his forehead and secretly gritted his teeth: Did this brat do it on purpose? !

"Brother Yan, call!" The club's coach suddenly shouted, and Songshan Yan immediately stood up in relief: "Ahem, here we are, who is it? Coach Xiaoda, you play with him for a while, I will answer the phone!"

Brat, your sparring partner will be here soon, and I'm going to let him beat you up!

Song Shanyan gritted his teeth and glared at Aoki Si, who then realized something was wrong.

Uh, it seems like you didn’t do anything wrong, right?

Maybe there were too many cameras and I was a little nervous.

Aokiji watched Coach Oda, who had replaced Matsuyama Iwa, enter the Octagon and showed a kind smile: "Coach Oda, what moves should we practice next?"