3. Training center (2)
“I’m working out.”
“I’m here to work out, too.”
However, Ye-Hyeon took a seat next to Yoon Seung-Jae and started stretching
In order to build intimacy, Ye-Hyeon followed Yoon Seung-Jae whenever he moved and talked to him whenever he had time.
At first, Yoon Seung-Jae pretended he couldn’t see or hear Ye-Hyeon, but the corners of his mouth gradually twitched as Ye-Hyeon kept acting around him.
“Why do you keep following me? Get away from me.”
Anxiety flowed down from his husky voice.
“I just came into the training center and there are a lot of things I don’t know. Help me.”
“Don’t do that. How long have you been in the training center?”
For Ye-Hyeon, sociality was only based on capitalism.
It was awkward inside because I forced myself to act friendly even if I was calm on the inside.
I repeatedly asked questions and was persistent until he answered them, and now Yoon Seung-Jae gave me a straight answer while making an impression.
I felt like I was a swindler eating an innocent child.
However, Ye-Hyeon was not relaxed enough to follow his useless conscience.
“Wow, so you’re a senior at the training center?”
Ye-Hyeon even took his hand and exaggeratedly raised it.
Yoon Seung-Jae, quickly showed signs of pride.
“Well, if you’re a senior, you’re a senior.”
Yoon Seung-Jae, who nodded with a long face, was cute.
When Ye-Hyeon, who roughly understood Yoon Seung-Jae’s personality, called him a senior several times as a joke, Yoon Seung-Jae pretended not to be, but looked quite excited.
“Do you know how to use this?”
Ye-Hyeon purposely pointed out the training equipment for beginners that he learns first.
“Don’t you even know that?”
Yoon Seung-Jae grabbed the training equipment and said,
Yoon Seung-Jae, who is simple, taught Ye-Hyeon how to use the device as if he were a trainer.
Ye-Hyeon nodded as if he was listening to the explanation and glanced at the real trainer watching the two from afar.
The training center left all training to the autonomy of the awakening people, but basically, active hunters were stationed in all places.
Ye-Hyeon was struggling to swallow a smile that kept smirking out.
“Okay? You can take care of yourself now.”
“Well, since we’re doing it, let’s do it together. I’m lonely being alone.”
Yoon Seung-Jae scolded me, but I shamelessly grabbed him.
I thought it would be uncomfortable because I had to force to get close to him because he was the target, but it was surprisingly not bad to exchange conversations with Yoon Seung-Jae.
Looking back on it, it has been a long time since we chatted, not for the purpose of exchanging information.
Yoon Seung-Jae would hate it, but he suddenly felt like he had a younger brother.
When I was young, I begged my parents to have a younger brother.
I suddenly remembered a memory I had forgotten.
“I’m so lonely,”
Yoon Seung-Jae snorted.
Ye-Hyeon followed Yoon Seung-Jae, who tried to run away with a bitter smile.
Ye-Hyeon finally got Yoon Seung-Jae’s number before parting ways.
Naturally, Yoon Seung-Jae was reluctant to give his contact information, but he had no other choice because he knew that if he had a vague sense of distance while turning his face half-heartedly, he would be worse than a stranger.
On top of that, it was dizzying to think that if I missed this opportunity, I would have to wander around looking for Yoon Seung-jae for days and days.
Ye-Hyeon gave up his face and begged him almost as if he were making a fuss.
Yoon Seung-Jae’s tired face, who was handing over his cell phone number, would never be forgotten.
From that day on, Ye-Hyeon pretended to be crazy and sent a text message to Yoon Seung-Jae every morning to train together.
As expected, there was no reply.
When Ye-Hyeon was about to start working as a supporter, he typed the same content and sent it every time with the tenacity of blindly gaining contact.
After a while, hr sent a reply with a strange password that I couldn’t recognize.
Ye-Hyeon left the accommodation late in the morning and checked again the conversation he had with Yoon Seung-Jae earlier.
“Yoon Seung-Jae, where are you today?”
“I’m leaving now, Have you arrived?”
“I don’t know. 4th fitness room. On the way.”
Ye-Hyeon, who decoded the text one by one as he had been taught by Yun Seung-Jae, clicked his tongue slightly.
“Did you break your finger?”
“Kids these days can’t understand.”
Ye-Hyeon shook his head.
“When I was in high school, I talked to my friends with short answers, but it wasn’t to this extent.”
In the meantime, I felt the difference even more because I had never sent a message other than for business contact.
However, after following it for about two weeks, Yoon Seung-Jae didn’t hesitate anymore and quickly informed me of his destination.
Ye-Hyeon kept looking up at the messages he exchanged with Yoon Seung-jae and put his cell phone in his pocket.
I felt strange because it was my first time to actively contact someone other than my sister on a regular basis, and that was also my first time.
Ye-Hyeon barely held the silver bar on the stand with his trembling arm and slumped on the floor as if he were falling down.
If even this was shown in the status window, it was clear that Ye-Hyeon’s muscle strength would be far below the basic level.
Ye-Hyeon has good motor and reflexes, but his muscle strength and endurance were particularly weak.
The trainer, who was walking around and looking at the posture, looked pitifully at the sprawling Ye-Hyeon for a moment, turned away, and went to another awakened person.
It is a common routine to focus only on physical training for the first month after awakening, so it is subject to intensive management, but Ye-Hyeon seemed to have no hope.
It was bitter but undeniable.
The heavy sound coming right next to him reflexively turned his head.
Yoon Seung-Kae put down the barbell with a heavy disk.
If he was compared to Ye-Hyeon’s, who barely hung a thin original.
Yoon Seung-Jae has already leveled up, so his level was already 5.
Other people didn’t know why the level-up mechanism was different when the level went up just by training.
Ye-Hyeon grumbled inside.
“Hyung are you tired already? You’re so clumsy. So you’re not going to get in the gate?”
Even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t stand it for a long time and collapsed, and I was embarrassed, but Yoon Seung-Jae grinned while digging into the sore spot
The combination of cheeky and playful speech, fluttering expressions, and round smiles created a unique atmosphere.
“Yoon Seung-Jae, you’re really…”
I couldn’t even get angry because I was overwhelmed with catching my breath.Ye-Hyeon looked up and down at Yoon Seung-Jae with half-relaxed eyes.
I wanted to find fault with something, but there was no solid reason.
Yoon Seung-Jae’s natural body shape itself had a good proportion.
In addition, contrary to Ye-Hyeon, I saw his body grow bigger every day even though I saw him every day.
It was already stronger than most models, but it was ridiculous that he is still growing.
Yoon Seung-Jae, before his return, was also famous among hunters for his good health.
I thought of it while picking out the information I knew about Yoon Seung-Jae even before I knew Yoon Seung-Jae’s face, I first heard rumors that his body had a great tanker.
Ye-Hyeon didn’t know the truth of the rumor because he saw Yoon Seung-Jae dressed in armor from afar.
Looking at Yoon Seung-Jae’s physique now, the rumor was probably true.
“You’re the one who’s weird. When you’re young, shouldn’t you not lift something that heavy or else you won’t grow tall?”
Ye-Hyeon retorted half-seriously and half-jokingly.
Envy and grumpiness were all over it.
“What? I’m going to be taller than you when I get taller”
Yoon Seung-Jae raised his chin in anger.
I think I’m trying to look bigger, but I stretched my waist and raised my neck tightly.
Ye-Hyeon laughed with a deflated sound.
“I was in the prime of being sensitive to height.”
said Ye-Hyeon, shrugging his shoulders and agreeing insincerely.
“I think I’m all grown up if I’m 19 and mid-170s.”
3 years later, how tall was Yoon Seung-Jae?
Yoon Seung-Jae was about the same height as Ye-Hyeon.
If I had to, Yoon Seung-Jae was about 1 or 2 centimeters taller, but if he stood side by side, there was virtually no difference.
“Wow, you don’t believe me now, do you?”
Yoon Seung-Jae sat with his butt next to Ye-Hyeon, who was exhausted and limp, and looked at Ye-Hyeon.
It looked like they are close brothers who were constantly bickering.
<Target 4: Yoon Seung-Jae>
But the intimacy was still zero and didn’t budge.
Yoon Seung-Jae was friendly than I thought, so we got to know each other quickly, but there was no result.
“Can I touch your hair?”
Ye-Hyeon’s eyes went to Yoon Seung-Jae’s light hair.
it’s the first move mwehehehe