"Dangdangdangbangbangbang!"

"Bang."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

A series of crisp metal striking sounded from the empty private gym, echoing quietly.

Each sound was accompanied by a powerful kick and elbow shock.

The metal frame with a silver-gray dark luster on the surface is already full of depressions and defects.

The glasses's little secretary Ao Aise stood far away and just watched silently.

When Miss Xun feels angry, she always comes here for half an hour.

But today, she stayed for a very long time, so she had missed a lot of reservations two weeks in advance.

However, no one in the bodyguards, secretary, and sweepers dared to come forward and talk too much.

"Bang bang-bang!"

The thing weighing nearly one ton was created based on a 1.9-meter-high portrait standing and fighting position. At this time, it was stuck on the ground so crookedly. It was chiseled into its current twisted appearance by many heavy blows.

It looks pitiful.

The girl standing in front of it was still moving at a high speed and her fists were changing at high speed. The speed under her hands was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the afterimage. She could only see a vague white shadow sweeping on the metal frame.

Ao Ayase next to him felt a little sore when she looked around.

Their young lady's hands and feet were just like they were not made of flesh and blood. Today, when she got home from school, she started to lose her temper endlessly.

It seems that I want to pour out all the suffocation in my heart.

"Bang."

As expected, even an iron man could not bear the torture. After the last elbow, the heavy man slammed down on the ground with a whistling sound according to inertia.

A shallow depression of excessively heavy objects was smashed on the granite that had been replaced for unknown number of times.

"call......"

When the iron man fell to the ground, Yuki Terajima seemed to be about to recover from his energy and energy. His white loose training suit was soaked in fine sweat, pressing tightly on the slender torso, outlining a healthy and elegant arc.

However, the fist and elbow tips holding the bandage were obviously worn out by the huge recoil.

The bandages on the fist were stained with blood.

The clothes on both sides of the elbows were simply worn out, revealing their bloody and white skin.

Although there are no such large red marks on her calf, Aico Ayase can also imagine the stinging feeling when sweat and bruises are mixed with thin clothes.

It hurts even when you look.

However, their eldest daughter seemed to have not realized the injuries on her body at all.

After this venting, it seemed that I finally calmed down. I skillfully pulled out the medicine box from the corner, quickly rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs, and applied medicine to myself.

On that beautiful face that was fascinating and beautiful, there was always the cold expression that seemed to be careless to no one.

After staying with Miss Xing for a long time, people around her will be emotionally inspired by her highly rational and calm way of doing things, and they will follow her instructions to do things without realizing it.

For most company employees and school staff, Ms. Xing is a nearly perfect leader.

Few people know this side of her.

Impulsive, irritable, crazy venting.

If I don’t know what happened, the lady of Glasses dared to muster up the courage to come forward and persuade her.

But it was precisely because she knew too much that she couldn't speak.

"Ayase."

Yuki Terajima took off the bandage, put a layer of light medicine on his limbs and wounds, and his voice was plain to call the little secretary of the glasses behind him.

Aoso Aise reacted quickly and gestured to the surrounding security guards and cleaners.

When everyone was gone, Yuki Terajima took off half of the left shoulder as if no one was around.

Yuki Terajima turned his back to the mirror and turned his head to reveal a large area of ​​snow-white skin and softness.

She turned her right hand in front of the mirror and gently wiped and washed the wounds around her with the movement of alcohol cotton.

The other hand stretched out slightly.

"Miss, I'll help you with it."

Ayase thought she couldn't reach the wound on her back, so she volunteered.

Yuki Terajima glanced at her, turned his head slightly as if he was a little disgusted, and his voice was plain: "Give me your phone."

"Eh? Oh!"

Secretary Ayase was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that their ladies had a serious cleanliness obsession with her and did not like other people to touch her things.

Not to mention the skin.

Even people around her who seem to be close to each other, in fact, just help her organize her daily itinerary, list and various work orders.

Too intimate contact is almost impossible.

And the reason why she added "almost" was because of the man she had met during this period.

Aico Aise handed over the mobile phone bag, and Terajima's movements were as accurate as an engineering robot. With a small hand clip, he took out his cell phone from the mobile phone bag.

Fortunately, while skillfully applying medicine, I skillfully opened the Line number I just registered a few days ago.

My fingertips stayed on the option of [Video Call] for three or four seconds, but in the end I couldn't press it, as if I was worried about something. After hesitating for a while, the unique dialing sound belonging to [Voice Call] was still slowly and melodious.

Take a glance at the notes on the screen.

【Iori】

As expected.

Secretary Ayase looked at the notes on the phone screen and the subtle tension hidden under Miss Yuki's iceberg-like face, and a hint of a hint of smile appeared on her face.

It attracted Yuki Terajima to roll his eyes coldly.

Ayase's secretary couldn't laugh immediately.

Is it OK to dismiss or to clean up?

However, when she was trapped in her future, the phone number in her hand was already connected.

"Hello?"

......

By the time the little fox senior sister was sent to their izakaya, it was already eight o'clock.

The streets were originally blocked, but there were already scattered traffic at this time, but the subway station was still full of traffic.

The morning and evening rush hour in Japan is far more outrageous than most people who have never seen it. The subway stations may even be squeezed out and some small items that cannot be recycled - including but not limited to shoes with only one, wigs, small electronic toys for women, and men's trousers torn by the door...

What Shiina Iori has to face at this time is such a wave of evening rush hour.

Sitting on the bench on the platform, he looked at his cell phone and rubbed his head to the next few trains.

However, what comes is always crowded with struggles.

Fortunately, the phone call happened to catch up with such an opportunity.

【Online...】

【hang up.】

Iori accidentally clicked on the green sign and hung up Yuki Terashima's phone without any psychological burden. He has always been a very shameless man in certain circumstances.

He stood up and participated in the battle for the return list of the social animals, so he decided to take the next train.

Shiina Iori couldn't say whether he just wanted to avoid Yuki Terajima or because he had been busy with Shino until now.

He was a little irritated.

I wanted to find a narrow compartment where I was the only one, drink a few bottles of wine with pleasure, and then lie on the bed and go to bed after I was half drunk.

It seems that if he does this, he can escape the cruel and cold reality.

However......

"Dududu--"

When the phone ringing 26th ringtone rang within three minutes of waiting for the next subway, Shiina Iori finally chose to strode out of the crowd that was about to be queued up and ran out of the platform.

"What's the matter? It's so urgent."

Shiina Iori's voice was a little impatient, as if trying to cover up something with this anxious mood.

"fine."

Walking on the street, the sound in the microphone suddenly became much clearer.

The moment he heard Terajima Yuki say this, Shiina Iori instinctively wanted to hang up the phone.
To be continued...