At the entrance of Tongzilou, there is a small nameless shop. Zhang Yuan pulled out a square stool from the shop and motioned to Lu Yao to sit down.
"What else to do?" Lu Yao asked suspiciously.
"Give your calf a relaxing massage. This has the advantage of relieving your tense muscles, reducing the pain, and not making your calves thicker due to exercise."
"Brother Xiao Yuan, I found that you have become a know-how now." Lu Yao sat on the square stool obediently, and looked at Zhang Yuan with a little more admiration.
Zhang Yuan grabbed her glittering little girl and smiled, "I probably memorized an encyclopedia before losing my memory."
Although Lu Yao was only 16 years old, he was already quite tall. His calves were straight and slender, and his skin was smooth and smooth. He felt like a piece of warm jade in his hand, but his calf was slightly thinner. Zhang Yuan suddenly thought that if it was Aunt Xia, her calf would be perfect.
Zhang Yuan squatted, put Lu Yao's little cock on his leg, kneading, loosening, rubbing, and pressing the acupuncture points with skillful techniques.
Lu Yao did not wear silk stockings, but a pair of white fluffy knitted socks and black round-mouth girlish shoes, which looked extraordinarily cute.
"Oh, comfortable, sore and swollen, it feels good to be rubbed by you." Lu Yao squinted comfortably, sweetly like Yueyaer.
"Persist in jogging. Run every day. If I'm not there, do some stretching and contraction exercises by yourself. Don't rest after running." Zhang Yuan raised his head.
Snow-white inner thighs, snow-white little panties. Zhang Yuan looked up and saw these. Lu Yao wore a short pink lace skirt. Sitting facing Zhang Yuan, the scenery under the skirt was unobstructed.
"Are you gone? Brother Xiao Yuan is going out?" The little girl didn't notice that her shameful place had been exposed to Brother Qian. With her dangling white and slender legs, she could see the cute panties appearing. A wrinkle is smooth again.
Others didn't pay attention, but Zhang Yuan couldn't take a peek. It's not how noble he is. The key is that he just loves this little girl and has no impulse. If he changes to a mature woman, maybe he will look at it, such as Xia Lixin.
Zhang Yuan once again despised his shameless mind, moved his position, moved to Lu Yao's side, and said, "I don't go out, but I have to persevere in jogging. I can't follow you every day for many years."
"You are my family now, what does it matter if you follow along."
"Then you will always have to work, marry and move..."
Zhang Yuan's actions did not attract the little girl's attention, but Xia Lixin and Xia's old lady who were picking vegetables on the side saw it clearly. The two women withdrew their gazes and smiled at each other. The smile was very deep, not as simple as being lucky to accept a partner, Xia Lixin said a word of smile.
"When you get older, Xiao Yuan will be our son-in-law, then you can follow, haha, hahaha."
Lu Yao's face flushed suddenly, "Mom, what are you talking about, I don't want to get married, I will stay with my mother and grandmother."
. . .
"Dangdangdang." Zhang Yuan rode along with Lu Yao when the car bell, and Xia Lixin rode an electric bike alone, and the three of them came to school laughing all the way.
Fan Lingling did not come to class today, it seems that she was overwhelmed yesterday, and she was resting at home or in the hospital.
Chen Dayong didn't come either. Zhang Yuan guessed that this kid probably came to the door with a gift to flatter and flatter him. All the classmates in the class were all well-informed people and were busy discussing the internal news they heard from their parents.
"You know, Fan Lingling was kidnapped after school yesterday, and later a special police team was dispatched."
"I knew it a long time ago. My dad is a reporter for the Morning News. He wrote the manuscript today. He has first-hand information. Both gangsters were killed. The special police rushed in and shot one down. "A boy with glasses said while still posing in the 007 pose.
"Wow, exciting, so handsome, why no one kidnapped me, I must get to know that handsome SWAT." A fat girl clapped her hands excitedly.
"Fat lady, you're less idiot, just like you kidnapped you."
Another boy added: "Even the trash Zhang Yuan doesn't want you, hahaha..."
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the boy suddenly found that Zhang Yuan's eyes were looking at him scorchingly. Unfortunately, he suddenly remembered that this kid was angry yesterday.
Zhang Yuan now has a deterrent look in his eyes. If he looks at a person sternly and he doesn't laugh, that person will definitely not laugh out loud. The few students who were gossiping all froze there at once.
Fortunately, the corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth curled up, "My family is so poor, of course I want a thin one, saving rice and cloth."
Several boys laughed brilliantly, and they broke up, and they were all muttering in their hearts, this poor boy, why should I be afraid of him, but he seems to be getting stronger, and the look in his eyes is really serious.
"It seems that you are unpopular." There was a hearty male voice in the front seat, and Zhang Yuan's eyes moved, looking at the talking boy.
This boy sits in a position directly in front of Zhang Yuan, which is the one who gave up his seat to Chen Dayong yesterday afternoon. This boy is not afraid of anyone, but he never causes trouble.
Zhang Yuan had long seen that he had practiced, and he had practiced boxing. Maybe his elders were soldiers, or grew up in military camps, or maybe it was a personal hobby, apprenticeship to learn art or something, as can be seen from his slightly rougher knuckles than ordinary people.
"But I am quite well-known." Zhang Yuan replied.
"Hahaha, I have been sitting in front of you for a year, only to realize that you are so humorous. Qin Xiaogang recognized you as a friend." Qin Xiaogang extended his hand enthusiastically.
This kid reported the name himself, and saved himself from asking again like foolishly. Zhang Yuan was very satisfied.
"Then you are my first friend in this class." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand, and he could see that this kid was not malicious. It is an enemy or a friend, treacherous or hypocritical. Zhang Yuan can tell at a glance that although it is not 100% accurate, the success rate is also quite successful.
"Okay." Qin Xiaogang shook his hands together, and he could feel that the hands of both of them were very strong, and Qin Xiaogang's hands were getting stronger and stronger, and then suddenly increased.
"Ouch!" Zhang Yuan did not fight him, but retracted his right hand in time, and kept shaking his hand, his face wrinkled painfully like a bitter gourd, "Brother, you want me to lose both hands!"
Zhang Yuan also shook his left hand wrapped in gauze. Qin Xiaogang's eyes flashed with disdain, "What is this little injury?"
Minor injuries. It's a minor injury, it can only be regarded as a minor injury. For ordinary people and those whose opponents are not demanding, this injury is of no consequence at all.
But for a professional who eats food with his hands, this little injury is very important. For example, if a thief with a skillful technique suddenly gets stuck when he stretches his hand in someone else's pocket, the consequences are obvious. Take another agent, even if it's just a trembling of the little finger at a critical moment, the result is fatal.
Therefore, when possible, Zhang Yuan attaches great importance to his hand, although he is very dissatisfied with the current hand.
"I have terrible pain. When I was young, I had to cry for injections for a long time." Zhang Yuan moved his fingers, feeling much better.
Qin Xiaogang's disdain moved from his eyes to his face, "I think you beat Chen Dayong yesterday very well?"
"He hurts when hitting someone, and it's not mine. I'm afraid of pain, so I can only make him hurt."
"Haha, it's reasonable and interesting." Qin Xiaogang laughed a few times before saying, "How about finding a place to discuss it?"
"What to learn from?" Zhang Yuan pretended to be stupid.
"It's not piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Qin Xiaogang turned his wrist.
"Fighting? Haha, I'm just fighting." Zhang Yuanqian said, he wouldn't do the kind of stupid things like competing against others, he would only take action when necessary.
"You were pretty good yesterday."
"It's just a breath."
"You do not dare?"
Zhang Yuan laughed, it is so possible for Lao Tzu to use your radical method. Lao Tzu's hands are used to kill people. If it is the same as yesterday, it will be a big trouble if you can hardly control it.
"Let's talk about it when I'm done." Zhang Yuan raised his gauze hand again, "I just fought hard with a breath of breath anyway, hehe, if I really meet someone who has practiced, then I won't do it. "
Qin Xiaogang nodded, "Then wait until you are better. Anyway, you are a friend of mine, and I need my help, just a word."
"it is good!"
When Qin Xiaogang turned back, Zhang Yuan immediately calculated it in his heart. This kid's style, actions, and words are especially like a soldier's style. His parents must be soldiers, but why is he trying to test himself like this? Wu Chi? Impossible, this kind of people are now extinct.
That is purposeful. If he really wants to try, he didn't say anything after school yesterday. He must be aware of my act of killing the kidnappers last night, and I came to want to compete with me today. Then he was the child of the head of the command room at that time