I have a lot of dating skills.

"Just call me Xin Yu. I'm a bit of a homebody and don't get much exercise, so I want to change that," Xin Yu said.

Also, he wanted to get to know the person in the video and learn fighting skills from her. He couldn't even beat a girl, and last night he was tied up by Huo Yingxi, which hurt his pride.

Li Jingmo's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly said, "Since you were introduced by Sister Qiuxun, you don't need to follow our rules. Even if you're a boy, you can get a membership card. We have weekly, monthly, quarterly, and annual cards. I recommend you get an annual card because it's the most cost-effective. We're having a promotion now, and it's only a little over a thousand yuan a year."

Xin Yu felt that her sales pitch was too enthusiastic, but when he thought about the possibility of a commission, he figured it was normal, especially since he had gotten the job through connections.

A little over a thousand a year is indeed cheap, and he was tempted.

Xin Yu thought for a moment and asked, "How much does a private tutor cost per session?"

“Five hundred per class.” Li Jingmo spread out her palm.

Xin Yu felt the price was too high. After all, what he really wanted to find was that coach, and a lesson cost 500 yuan. Although he didn't know the industry price, this price was a bit unaffordable for him, since he was still a student.

Seeing his hesitation, Li Jingmo, fearing he might leave, quickly added:

"But since you were introduced by Sister Qiuxun, we might be able to offer a discount for our coaching staff out of respect for her."

After she finished speaking, she stared at him expectantly.

Regardless, Li Jingmo decided to keep Xin Yu here first. It was inconvenient for Li Jingmo to contact him at school, and she spent most of her free time working to pay Xin Yu's salary. Now that Xin Yu had taken the initiative to come to her, she didn't want to waste such a good opportunity.

If she succeeds, she will have countless opportunities to train Xin Yu.

As for Xin Yu's lack of money, she had also thought of a solution. She had just received her salary this month, which was several thousand yuan. She could then ask Xin Yu to do voice-over work for her again, and pay him his salary. Wouldn't that give him money then?

Haha, I'm so smart.

Xin Yu thought for a moment and nodded, "Then get me an annual membership."

Actually, even without hiring a personal trainer, getting a gym membership is quite cost-effective, costing only a little over a thousand yuan a year, which is exactly what Xin Yu was thinking about.

This gym was recommended by Lin Qiuxun, so it's not too bad. It's unlikely that Lin Qiuxun would collude with the gym just to mess with him.

Besides, the girls here are quite cute; just looking at them every day makes the money worthwhile.

Thinking this, Xin Yu couldn't help but glance at Li Jingmo. At that moment, Li Jingmo jumped up happily and said to him excitedly, "Come with me to the front desk, I'll open a card for you first."

She seemed very eager, of course she was eager. If Xin Yu got a membership, it meant that Xin Yu would come to the gym often in the future. Then she could legitimately make a fitness plan for Xin Yu. If Xin Yu exercised according to her plan, wouldn't that be equivalent to controlling him?

Xin Yu was sweating profusely from his fitness plan, and Li Jingmo was thrilled at the thought of it.

This is also a form of training, and it's most suitable for her. It's a unique form of training for Xin Yu before she became wealthy.

Not long after, Xin Yu successfully obtained the annual membership card after transferring over a thousand yuan.

Looking at the payment information, Li Jingmo silently calculated how much of it was her commission, and concluded that it was roughly enough to ask Xin Yu to read a passage about the Little Imperial Uncle.

Now that she has successfully persuaded Xin Yu to sign up for the card, it is a great success for Li Jingmo. Next, she can't wait to start "training" Xin Yu.

With a serious expression, Li Jingmo suggested, "Xin Yu, our coach hasn't arrived yet. You can try practicing first. Oh, and give me your water bottle."

"Okay, I'll just take a look around."

Xin Yu handed the half-empty water glass to Li Jingmo, then turned and walked towards the gym area; he was going to start lifting weights.

Li Jingmo carefully carried the water glass he had used back to the room, closed the door, looked at the rim of the glass, swallowed hard, and then slowly picked it up, savoring it as if it were a fine wine, her eyes alluring.

In the weightlifting area, after a few tries, Xin Yu discovered that he was weaker than he had imagined. He wasn't weak, but the problem was that he couldn't last long enough.

It's all because he spends too much time at home. He'll lie down if he can, and sit if he can't stand. No wonder he can't even compare to Huo Yingxi.

It's time to get in shape.

Xin Yu made up his mind.

Li Jingmo walked over with light steps and saw Xin Yu lifting weights. Her heart stirred slightly, and she deliberately moved closer to listen to his panting. To her, this was like heavenly music, much more pleasant than what she could hear through headphones.

She wasn't controlling Xin Yu's voice, but rather, wasn't it normal for the master to feel aroused and wet when the male slave made those rubbing, a sound of lust?

Xin Yu noticed her arrival, but because he was too tired, he didn't notice her complexion. He sat up straight, took a breath, and sighed, "It's too hard. I can't do more than a few before I get tired."

Li Jingmo's eyes darted around and she said, "Your foundation is too weak. You should start with the simple things."

Xin Yu was talking to her because he wanted to hear her advice, so upon hearing this, he asked, "Which ones are considered simple?"

Li Jingmo smiled and said, "Why don't you start by practicing with resistance bands? Well, since you're a boy, you should start by training your waist strength. Come with me."

Wait, why the waist?

Chapter Sixty-One: Wet Pants

Li Jingmo excitedly walked to a pillar and tied one end of the elastic band to it.

Xin Yu didn't understand these things, but he still decided to listen to the professionals and went over.

After tying the elastic band, Li Jingmo handed the other end to Xin Yu, "Here, put it around your waist."

After Xin Yu put on the mask, he asked, "And then?"

Li Jingmo swallowed hard, turned her head to the side, and said in a serious tone, "Of course you should use your waist. Try thrusting your hips without moving your feet."

The action was actually not difficult, and Xin Yu quickly figured out how to do it.

After a few repetitions, his expression turned strange. This movement somehow gave off a bit of a gigolo vibe. However, Li Jingmo's expression was serious, and this was indeed a form of exercise, so he didn't dare to point it out, fearing that his thoughts might be unhealthy.

Li Jingmo watched for a while, then covered her nose and quickly turned her head away. Oh no, she was too excited and almost got a nosebleed. And this was without taking off her shirt. If she took off her shirt, Li Jingmo was really worried that she would be unable to resist licking it.

Wait, something's not right. What am I thinking? I should be making him lick my feet.

After doing about twenty, Xin Yu felt tired and stopped to catch his breath. At the same time, he looked at Li Jingmo with a puzzled expression. He thought he had seen her cover her nose earlier and have a nosebleed.

Afraid of giving herself away, Li Jingmo forced a laugh and said, "I'll get you another glass of water, you can keep practicing."

Watching her slightly flustered figure walk into the room, Xin Yu didn't think much of it. After resting for a while, he planned to continue, but this time he didn't do the previous movements. Instead, he used a resistance band to do squats. He had seen people exercise like this online.

He first stepped on one end of the resistance band with both feet, then looped the other end behind his neck and started doing squats. He heard footsteps behind him, but he ignored them.

"Hello, who are you? This is a women's fitness club."

Just then, a girl's voice came from behind, tinged with dissatisfaction.

Xin Yu stopped, turned around, and paused, stunned.

"It's you!"

The two said in unison.

The person who arrived was Bei Jiamin. Upon seeing Xin Yu, she looked surprised, but then, as if realizing something, her expression instantly changed: "So the person Sister Qiu Xun was talking about was you! How dare you! How did you manage to fool Sister Qiu Xun!"

She clenched her fists and glared at Xin Yu with extreme anger.

Xin Yu knew she had misunderstood him and didn't know how to explain, so he could only say, "This is a gym, right? I paid for it. Don't yell at me here."

Upon hearing this, Bei Jiamin revealed a smug expression and snorted, "I am the coach here, and I hereby declare that you are not welcome here."

"Coach? You?" Xin Yu couldn't help but scoff. Sorry, he just couldn't help it. Looking at Bei Jiamin's small frame, it was hard to associate her with a fitness coach.

Bei Jiamin was furious and about to speak when Li Jingmo suddenly ran over, covered Bei Jiamin's mouth, and then apologized to Xin Yu, saying, "I'm sorry, this guy was a bit rude, please don't take it to heart."

Li Jingmo hated Bei Jiamin to death. How dare she treat her male slave like that? If she drove her male slave away, wouldn't she lose this opportunity to legitimately train him?

"She said she's a coach, is it really true?" Xin Yu asked in surprise, the two seemed to know each other very well.

Li Jingmo chuckled awkwardly, "Of course not, she's just a temporary worker. The real coach is someone else, but she's too busy to come often."

Xin Yu nodded: "I knew it, how could someone with such a small frame be a coach? It scared me."

He was quite impolite in his speech, mainly because the other party treated him like an enemy as soon as they saw him, so he didn't have a good impression of him either.

Hearing Xin Yu insult her to her face, Bei Jiamin trembled with anger. Li Jingmo, fearing that she would ruin things, quickly said to Xin Yu, "You go to the gym first, I'll go inside and talk to her."

Without saying another word, she dragged Bei Jiamin into the room.

Bei Jiamin forcefully shook off her hand and said angrily, "Xiao Mo, what are you doing? This guy is no good. Don't be fooled!"

Li Jingmo sighed and said, "We haven't had any new members for a long time. If we don't recruit more people, we'll go out of business. We finally got someone. Are you sure you want to kick him out?"

“Uh.” Bei Jiamin was speechless for a moment.

Li Jingmo glanced at her, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and said, "If you really hate him, wouldn't it be better to let him stay? You're just making money off him and harming his health."

"Oh right, how come I didn't think of that?"

Bei Jiamin clapped her hands, her eyes shining with excitement. She had wanted to teach Xin Yu a lesson before, but never had the chance. Now that Xin Yu would come to the gym often, wouldn't she be able to find an opportunity to make her move?

Seeing her like this, Li Jingmo was secretly happy. Xin Yu could stay, and she could train him together with Bei Jiamin in the future.

"I'll go out first."

Bei Jiamin couldn't wait any longer and left the room after saying a few words.

Li Jingmo sat down and started writing in her diary again.

Xin Yu, who was doing squats, heard footsteps approaching from behind, but he didn't pay attention. He had already paid and was a customer here. Even if Bei Jiamin was really a coach, he wouldn't be intimidated by her.

Bei Jiamin didn't cause any trouble, but instead circled around Xin Yu, clicking her tongue in amazement, her smile quite wicked.

It seemed she was trying to provoke him. Xin Yu realized this, but he wasn't actually angered. Instead, he found it hilarious, like a child's temper, and wanted to punch her until she cried.

After circling Xin Yu a few times and finding that he ignored her, Bei Jiamin was a little unwilling. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Xin Yu's crotch, and her eyes lit up. She suddenly thought of a perfect way to tease him.

There's a downside to doing squats with resistance bands under your feet: if you accidentally slip off both feet, you'll end up with nothing.

Thinking of the consequences, Bei Jiamin hesitated. It would be too terrible. But then she thought that this person had trained the person she respected most and made that person call him master. She could no longer suppress her anger.

Sneaking around to the back, Bei Jiamin slowly approached until she reached Xin Yu's back. Seeing him stand up again, she pretended to bump into him accidentally and kicked one of his feet.

Unexpectedly, Xin Yu suddenly moved his right foot, causing Bei Jiamin's kick to miss its mark. The kick just grazed the ground, and then the sole of her shoe went over the elastic band and landed on the ground, causing her body to collide with Xin Yu at the same time.

Xin Yu was startled by her sudden action and subconsciously moved his feet. Then he realized that something was wrong and the elastic band under his feet lost its restraint and suddenly bounced up.

Xin Yu felt cold all over and had no time to react. He could only wait to die. However, the expected pain did not happen. Instead, he heard Bei Jiamin scream. Then, she grabbed his clothes tightly with both hands and stuck to his body. Her delicate body trembled violently. At the same time, Xin Yu felt a warm sensation flowing down his thigh.

Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Bei Jiamin, who was tightly hugging him. His expression was strange. The elastic band accident had indeed happened, but coincidentally, he was taller than Bei Jiamin, so all the damage was borne by Bei Jiamin, and because of the pain, Bei Jiamin's pants were wet.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Prototype of the Paradise Project

Are you alright?

Xin Yu asked cautiously, no longer caring about the girl's hatred towards him. Although the girl didn't have any testicles, being hit like this must have hurt her a lot.

Bei Jiamin remained silent, burying her face in his chest, her hands gripping his clothes tightly, her delicate body trembling violently, as if in pain, or perhaps in anger.