So let's move forward. However, I stop in front of the door and I bump into her. Miraculously, we don't land on the ground. She turns towards me. And she says.
- I think I lied. However, he will not take care of you when you are sick. Our parents won't get rid of us so quickly. We're both crazy.
At the gym tight and ready. We're doing a warm-up. Waiting for the green light. There's a guy hanging around with plates. We prefer not to take risks. Especially since he uses plates on racks. Laid out flush with his head. Although it has an identical plate conveniently located lower. Finally he goes to seek his fortune with machines.
Shot from a slingshot. We place the mat and barbell on the ground. There is also a straight bench. Appearances are key.
- Twenty-five kilos per side, first set.
- Good.
We choose our plate like clothes at a bazaar. We pick it up and put it back. Surprisingly, we do not arouse anyone's interest.
- No, this one is not suitable.
- They smeared something on it.
- It's too light. I think someone is trying to cheat me here.
We just didn't move to the highest level, which is not the right height for us. Nasturcja brings a bench. She goes out and puts her hands on twenty kilograms. Her muscles tense and she turns red. But the plate won't move.
- Come here, these are some balls.
I stand next to her on the bench. And we try to lift twenty kilograms together. Unsuccessfully. We change position and move to the next plate. If someone watched us from the side, it would be a great cabaret. We only lift ten kilograms two centimeters up. And with unconcealed effort. Eventually we capture a five-kilogram one.
- Did they forget to add one zero everywhere?
- You can check. It will pull the bar if it is uneven.
We matched our five kilograms with a total of fifty kilograms of real. Only then did the barbell cause no problems. Nasturcja was right. Zero obviously got away from them.
- Why does a plate of such mass look like an ordinary five kilograms lying next to it?
- Magic?
- A psychiatrist is waiting for us.
We cleaned everything up at the last minute. Alexander and Lian entered the gym. We said hello to them and went to the treadmill.
- They go to the weights, although it is better to observe them on the machines from there.
And we pretend that we are exercising, putting a lot of effort into our training. It didn't take long to figure out what weights they were handling. They took the real ones with two fingers, maybe three at most. They used a whole hand or two with the cheated ones. Although it was too easy for them. I understand that I am a woman. The weaker sex. But don't exaggerate. His muscles didn't even tense up properly with that five.
Our coaches quickly realize what a great audience they have and take their shirts off for us. I'm about to die of shame. It's better that they take it as someone staring at their beauty and muscles. Not enemy reconnaissance observations.
If you believe in the absence of zero. Their barbell has a weight of two hundred kilograms. And they technically perform every bench press correctly without a single mistake. We change machines for appearances and continue pretending. I'm just doing another exercise when my sister hands me the phone and it says: four hundred. I look at the coaches and can't believe my eyes. Alexander tries on the barbell. This is too much for me. Well, no exaggeration. Lian doesn't even protect his friend. As if he knew this was just the beginning. Pure perfection, of course. The wizard then lies down. And even he is not impressed by this weight. And he's smaller than his friend.
- Twenty-five, little guy. - Alexander is making fun of his friend.
- I can easily handle five a page.
- What record are you dreaming of today? Or maybe you want to impress someone.
- She'll fall off the chair when she sees me lifting fifty kilograms. hey must have a good laugh at us in spirit. Not to mention you, the big bull has been playing with twenty kilos for an hour.
- You forgot the weight of the barbell.
- They will definitely take it into account.
From this distance I shouldn't hear them. Seeing yes, but not understanding their words so well. I look at them. I notice a single hair on Lian's forehead along with a bead of sweat. This is not normal. Since when. I can't even fathom it.
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FLOWER
Mystery / ThrillerHey, remember the story of Edward and Bella? Me, yes! And it even inspired me to write. Drowning in snow, out of breath and hope. Teenager named after flower. She woke up in a world that was no longer the same. After a mysterious event that left onl...