F{h*F 5(*LjChapter 296: The “Daily Life” of the Master and Two Disciples_2
For example, when Qiao Lei couldn’t hold on any longer, Liew nglu or Long Jinghan would take over the charge, and after the battle ended, they would occasionally hold a eting to discuss what they lacked in this battle and how they could improve next ti.
Gradually, their camaraderie strengthened and hundreds of ssages were exchanged daily in the trio’s group chat.
At that mont, Liew nglu, sporting trendy sunglasses, was driving a 911 with Qiao Lei and Long Jinghan on the road.
“Jinghan, you did better last night than before. So, it’s true that practicing yoga is effective. But next ti you launch an attack, at least share with your sisters in advance so we can be prepared,” she said while driving.
“Qiao Lei, you were just like last ti, begging for rcy in less than 20 minutes. If Shen Yuan found out, he would assu I hadn’t trained you. Have you been slacking off in your yoga practice? You have to keep it up to improve,” she critiqued their performance and gave suggestions for improvent.
Qiao Lei, still hung up on the “who’s older” thing, retorted sarcastically, “You always say we’re not good, acting as if you’re so much better. You caused a disaster three tis in just 20 minutes, and the SPA bed was all ssed up.”
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“But at least I didn’t beg for rcy. I can handle a round with Shen Yuan,” Liew nglu said proudly.
Qiao Lei replied dismissively, “You’re a few years older than us and you’ve been working out longer. What’s so great about holding out for an extra 10 minutes?”
“It’s not about age, okay? And, I was just pointing out your weaknesses. Don’t you want to improve?”
“Don’t make it sound so nice. You just love to show off your superiority in front of us.”
As the two were about to argue again, Long Jinghan quickly intervened, “Alright, alright, ng Lu, Leilei, stop fighting. I think you both are pretty well-endowed anyway, I’m the one at the bottom.”
There was silence for a while, then Liew nglu looked sympathetically at Long Jinghan’s chest, “Actually, you’re not bad at all. Your shape is quite nice. I think Shen Yuan enjoys them too.”
Qiao Lei added, “Yeah, Jinghan, you shouldn’t feel insecure. Size doesn’t matter as much as the feel and shape, which are the real deal.”
“…”
Long Jinghan was speechless. She just wanted to stop the argunt, not beco the target herself.
Sure, you guys are bigger than , but that doesn’t an I feel inferior.
Okay, I do feel a bit inferior… but could you two D cups stop arguing about who’s bigger in front of ?
Their days were like this – arguing one mont, making up the next. The topic of “who’s bigger” could resurface at any ti, but for now, they were united in comforting the “insecure Long Jinghan.”
anwhile, as the master and disciples trio were on their way back, Shen Yuan had changed into his workout clothes and started his fitness routine for the day.
Running for 30 minutes, then machines for another 30.
After an hour of working out, sweat dripped from Shen Yuan’s forehead and chest, and though his breathing was erratic, he felt unusually fulfilled.
It was a satisfaction different from teaching, sothing achieved through long-term dedication.
After showering, Shen Yuan picked up his phone and saw unread WeChat ssages.
Zhou Peiwei had asked Shen Yuan where he worked out, and he replied that he did so at ho, saying she could join him there.
Zhou Peiwei took a long ti to reply, only doing so half an hour ago.
“I’m scared to go to your place alone, let’s go together with Bingying soday. Also, could you send a video of your ho gym?”
“Sure.”
Shen Yuan sent the reply and then called for Ji Ya, “Help take a complete video of the gym in the basent.”
“Okay.”
Ji Ya promptly followed his request.
After sending the video to Zhou Peiwei, Shen Yuan pondered how he had been waiting for a “doctor and patient play” with Peiwei, but instead ended up with a “fitness instructor and student play.”
And not just with Peiwei, but she invited her best friend along as well.
So, was this a “male fitness instructor and two female students play”?
It seed his recent fitness experience might co in handy. As a male fitness instructor, it would make sense to have a little physical contact with female students, right?
Shen Yuan indulged in the anticipation, savored his lunch, then took a refreshing nap before setting off for the class belle’s flower shop, which was undergoing renovation.
As soon as Shen Yuan arrived at the flower shop, Fang Minhui eagerly began to share her plans, “Yuan Babe, let tell you, I’m thinking of having a foldable window here, with a sign light on top. And under the window, two little chairs and a table. When there are no custors, I can sit here with Lingling, sipping coffee and chatting.”
“The main color sche for the interior is white mixed with natural wood. For instance, the walls and tables will be white, but the stools will be in natural wood color.”
(PS: Refer to this for the decor of the flower shop)
Fang Minhui led Shen Yuan by the hand, explaining the design of each area with a face full of happiness and contentnt.
And Shen Yuan listened patiently, occasionally nodding, asking about the purpose behind certain design choices, looking at Fang Minhui with tenderness in his eyes.
He didn’t expect the shop to make money, but the class belle’s eager anticipation sohow affected him. Seeing her happy brought him so joy, too.
Chen Ling, watching the interaction between them, felt sour as if she’d swallowed a lemon. Damn it, they were so sweet together.
Chen Ling had already taken many hits from Shen Yuan’s display of wealth, but this was the first ti she felt struck by the couple’s dynamic.
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