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“Bang-bang--”

Andy shakes his body, hits the sandbag with his white bandaged arm and a pair of red, half-finger training gloves. As he is hit hard, he swings the sandbag, doing a dodging move, a clever inch around, and continues to fight fast.

“Mm-hmm.”

Boom!

Andy was waving faster and faster, and the sound on the sandbags was getting dull. Strong and powerful muscles were tightening with each blow. He was already sweating and glowing all over his body, letting his little assistant, who was shooting with a dv, look slightly red, and breathing was a little disturbed.

Bang, bang, bang, bang--

The bodyguards in the gym all stared at the monster boss, one with his eyes wide open, holding his breath and staring dead at Andy, who was getting faster and stronger.

“Huh! Huh! Hmm... ”

Andy's eyes were wide open, his teeth were bitten, his expression was a little harsh and he punched out, and the whole sandbag flew straight out...

“Bang!” a loud bang, the sandbags hit the wall and scattered the sand all over the place.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa--”

Andy's muscles slowly relaxed, adjusted his lower breath, walked to the side of several new sandbags, single-handedly grabbed the chain on a sandbag, dragged it to the hook, single-handedly grabbed the chain, lifted the sandbag and hung it directly, then continued to punch.

Boom, boom--

All that remained quiet throughout the gym was Andy's exhalation and thumping.

Little assistant Apricot opened his eyes, his mouth was wide open, an incredibly stupid look, staring at the maddening output of the Great Demon King, and the surrounding bodyguards were also a goddamn look at each other. This is totally beast level. If you punch him with all your strength, you can really blow a man's head off!

“Whoo-hoo...”

“Boss, boss... Why don't you take a break? I'm done! God, this is gonna drive your fans crazy! ”

“Ready? Whoo-hoo! Take a break!” Andy stopped the beating, breathed a little turbidity, went to the rest chair and sat down, Tory hurriedly dropped the DV and opened a bottle of sports drinks to his mouth.

After a few sips, Andy looked at the little assistant wiping his sweat and said, "Go upload the video to the hulu video and update my Facebook, leave a link, go! ”

“Okay, I'll be right there!” The little assistant in the OL suit blushes in a glance and shows her excitement.

Watching the little assistant run away from the gym with a DV, Andy's face smiled lightly, he was not a saint and could not make everyone like him, let alone the media.

With the Olympics approaching, the Central American Olympic Games coming up, clown media jumped out at a rhythm, saying that Andy had lost his workout and should not have wasted a spot representing the United States in the selection cloud.

If there is a rhythm, there is a Keyboardman affiliation. This kind of person has never been lacking in the world. Anyway, it doesn't take much responsibility. At first, Andy was lazy to ignore these people, but when Andy didn't respond, this group of media became more vigorous. All kinds of questions about the rhythm of the rhythm got stronger and stronger, and Andy's fans weren't easy to provoke, and a cyber-threatening war started.

Fans left messages asking Andy to publish a training video that Andy didn't want to ignore, but with more and more messages, he really can't offend the brain powder.

So, isn't it questionable that Andy just replicated the scene where Captain America woke up and worked out? Oh, let me show you what power is! Preheat up the Olympics for him.

Tory sits in front of the computer and his excited little face turns red, sends the video to the computer, watches it again with excitement, and uploads the HULU video, "The Powerful God of War You Wouldn't Understand! Come to war!

“Oh, that's a great title!” Tory boasted, then logged on to Andy's Facebook account, left a video address on Facebook, and started writing, "The boss didn't hesitate to respond to the speculation and questioning of the bad media and blacks, but as an assistant, he couldn't stand to take a training video, risking his life to show you the power of the gods of war. ”

After clicking Send, Tory began to refresh constantly, looking at the message boards that began to boil, smiling proudly.

And the sudden surge in traffic also allowed the administrators of the hulu video to discover the big boss's video, what else to say, immediately push the front page.

“Damn, is this a man? ”

“The sandbags were just broken out of the air, God, Andy, I love you... ”

“Thank you, beautiful assistant! ”

“Wife, come and see God... ”

Andy Facebook has tens of millions of concerns, and at this virus-like rate of proliferation, the entire network is boiling down, the world is reproducing wildly, and major television stations are broadcasting this less than five minutes of video directly on news programmes.

Looking at Andy's strong muscles, the burst of force hit the sandbag, the audience couldn't help but envy it. As Andy's punching speed grew faster, one of them held his breath in excitement, his fists held tight, his eyes widened and he watched the sandbag get punched, he flew out, he hit the wall, the images of the sand dancing, and then all sorts of dirty words rang, all kinds of boxing xie, amazing.

Some people are shocked, others are excited, happy, and of course some people are depressed and upset, and Andy doesn't care about those dull faced opponents.

And the depressed person, Andy, was a little helpless, took his phone off his ear with depression, and heard the roar of old coach Alexei from his phone.

“Bastard! Who told you to train like that? Are you crazy or stupid? What if you get hurt? Goddamn it, get a doctor to check on you right now... Get back to school now. Now, now! ”

“Cough, Coach, listen to me. I'm fine. You either don't know about me or you just blew up a sandbag. I'm fine. I'm fine. Besides, I can't go back to school right now in San Francisco. I promise I won't mess around again. I'll be back in Los Angeles as soon as I can... ”

It was easy to soothe the angry old coach, Andy grinned and wiped a sweat on his forehead, just relieved his breath, then a group of women inquired and exclaimed.

Ivana, Amanda, Queen S and Queen B, especially Scarlett, who was still in the crew, started launching SAOs directly on the phone, listening to the different voices on the phone, and Andy had to hide from a curious little assistant with the phone.

“God, I, I can't wait to be around you right now, being so hard on you... ”

Andy turned a white eye and the sao widow suffocated again. After watching the Oscar meet, I don't know how this Scarlett could be tortured.