Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

"Oh, by the way, what is that?"

Hearing the screams and grinning from behind, Kohei Imamura took it for granted, and raised his finger to something.

Tokita Shinji turned his head to look, and explained: "The chest press in the sitting position is used to train the chest muscles."

"Oh, what about this one?"

"Seated pull-ups, for training back muscles, are relatively popular equipment here."

"What about this one?"

"The rowing machine can effectively exercise the whole body."

Imamura Kohei asked about several equipments in a row, then raised his chin and asked seriously: "Well...they are all very strenuous things. Is there any equipment that can exercise the body without strenuous effort?"

"...." Tokita Shinji narrowed his eyes and said with a smirk: "Yes, for example, if I beat you, in fitness, there is a saying that hitting one place continuously can effectively exercise that muscle."

Imamura Kohei waved his hands again and again, begging for mercy: "Senior, I was joking, don't take it seriously..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders were pinched.

"Gengping, you kid.... Limbs are weak, your steps are loose, and your reaction is slow. It's time for you to exercise."

"Senior, I understand, I will practice now, so you can let me go."

"The biggest enemy of a bodybuilder is laziness. If no one supervises you, it will be difficult for you to persevere, so I will help you in the next training."

The corner of Imamura Kohei's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "I know, but Iori is similar to me, and he also lacks the supervision of his seniors."

"What the hell..." Kitahara Iori just yelled, but her neck was strangled.

"It's okay, I'll do it."

"Di Taro, what can I do!"

"Don't worry, we are all friends."

Regardless of other people's eyes, Kujo Ditaro carried him onto the treadmill like a dog.

"Start now, warm up for ten kilometers."

"...ten kilometers?! Warm up? Wait a minute!"

"Not satisfied? Then lift the dumbbell."

Looking at the large dumbbell Kujo Tetaro pointed at, Kitahara Iori smiled lightly, "Ten kilometers are ten kilometers!"

"Wait a minute, what are you pressing? The speed is so fast? The slope is so steep? Nima! How can it be repaired!"

Kujo Tetaro took two steps back, gave a thumbs up in satisfaction, "Come on."

"You..." Kitahara Iori gritted her teeth, but the crawlers were turning too fast, and there was no time to speak.

hum!

Kujo Ditaro took out his mobile phone, looked at this unexpected text message, his eyes flashed with surprise.

Chapter 32: You let JOJO lift the barbell?

[Kujo-kun, I finished washing. 】

The sender of the text message was none other than Kiyoko Kamio.

Kujo Tetaro was a little surprised, girls nowadays can take a bath so efficiently?

According to past experience, after a girl sends a message such as "bath, eat, sleep", shouldn't she go into hiding?

[Kujo-kun, what are you doing now? 】

Looking at the new text message, Kujo Tetaro thought for a while, and quickly typed a line.

[I'm in the gym, so you really took a good shower? 】

【Um?Why do you ask that, I washed it. 】

[It's okay, maybe I walked too fast and forgot the concept of time, just wash it. 】

[Hmm...Kujo-kun really loves sports. I was running at night before and then went to the gym again. Could it be a lie? 】

"Di Taro..."

Kujo Tetaro raised his head, looked at the sweaty Kitahara Iori, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't run anymore, really..."

"It's only 500 meters..."

"dad...."

Kujo Ditaro stretched out his hand, and after pressing the operating panel a few times, the rolling speed of the treadmill's tracks dropped.

Kitahara Iori ran slower and slower, until the track stopped completely, and he fell to his knees with a plop, exhausted.

"Practice slowly, I'll look elsewhere."

Kujo Tetaro held the phone, turned and walked away.

Kitahara Iori was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to glance at it.

"Brother, how did you practice? It's amazing."

Kujo Ditaro walked to the barbell area, sat down on a sit-up board, and wanted to reply to the message quietly.

However, his muscular figure was too conspicuous, and several strong men holding dumbbells surrounded him with smiles.

"This muscle is also amazing."

"Brother, how much can you lift? How many years have you been exercising?"

"..."

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face, although he doesn't want to talk to the few people in front of him, but hearing the respectful tone of the other party, Kujo Titaro is quite relieved.

At least how to put it, compared to those vulgar girls who only know little fresh meat, his strong body finally has a discerning audience.

Kujo Tetaro turned off the phone screen and said, "It's only...two years."

"Two years? Can you become like you in two years? Brother, I will pay you and sell me your training methods."

"Come on, everyone can lift weights. Maybe there are only a few of them participating in the Olympic Games. They have practiced like this for two years. They are very talented, understand?"

"Oh, it's okay to make a joke, brother, you've come to the gym, why are you still holding your phone, you're not doing business."

Faced with the urging of people around him, Kujo Tetaro waved his hand, "I can't push things away at work, you go and practice your own, and don't worry about me."

"Hey, brother, work is important, but you are off work now. Rest and work are mixed together, but it affects the quality of life very much. Come on, let me give one to my brothers."

"..."

Kujo Tetaro repeatedly shied away, but for some reason, more and more strong men gathered around him.

When he got up and wanted to leave, he saw that almost the entire gym was looking this way.

After a long silence, he put away his phone, nodded and said, "Okay, where's the barbell?"

"Here, brother, how many catties do you want to lift?"

"Whatever, two or three hundred catties will do."

"Okay, let's start with 250 kilograms, and we will increase it slowly."

“…”

Kujo Ditaro was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help thinking to himself, did he underestimate the price?

In fact, the weight of two to three hundred catties is already an astronomical figure that many people cannot pick up.

But this is a gym, and the most indispensable thing is a strong man.

These strong men thought they were inferior to Kujo Tetaro, so they subconsciously believed that the latter could lift much heavier than them.

"What's the situation? Why did Di Taro hold the link? Could it be that... the big tree attracts the wind?"

Kitahara Iori gathered the other three people, watching and discussing.

"No way, Di Taro's body size, in this place, will definitely be teased."

"However, with Di Taro's strength, it is estimated that he can lift [-] catties."

"Four hundred catties? What kind of concept is this? Three and a half me?"

"How should I put it, if you lift this weight, even if nothing happened on the spot, you will probably die from internal bleeding afterwards."

"...All right, but the world weightlifting record is only over 400 catties, can Di Taro lift that much?"

As soon as the words fell, the picture of one person lifting the stone slab flashed in the minds of the two of them again.

"Whether you can or not, you will know by looking at it."

"250 catties..."

Kujo Tetaro stood in front of the barbell and squatted down muttering to himself.

It's not that I'm worried about not being able to lift it up, but I'm just thinking, should I work harder?

After all, the performance was too easy, and this group of strong men who admired strength would definitely not let them go easily.

But if the acting is too strenuous, I'm afraid he will be laughed at for nothing?

While thinking, Kujo Tetaro was not idle, he held both sides of the crossbar with both hands, and then... raised it slightly.

"can!"

The crowd applauded appropriately.

Kujo Ditaro put down the barbell and said, "It's three hundred catties. You can slow down later."

"Good brother."

Two strong men with barbell plates added weight to the barbell with ease.

Three hundred catties is extremely difficult for most people present.

Kujo Ditaro brewed for a while, then squatted down, grasping the crossbar with both hands.