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Fourth Love/Female Attacks Man [Basketball boy cosplayer x aloof and controlling personal trainer] 1v1/HE/Difference in size —— —— On the day of the physical examination, Su Lan pressed her palms on my abdominal muscles. "Breathe in and press your belly against my hand." Her voice is cold, her eyes are quiet, and the black rose tattoo on her right arm snakes from shoulder to wrist. I did. My breathing was messed up, my ears felt hot, and my heartbeat couldn't be suppressed. She is half a head taller than me. He always looks at me with a scrutinizing attitude - calm, controlled and professional. But it was in this look that my panic was exposed bit by bit. "Next time you train, wear something tighter," she said. "I want to see your core lines clearly." ——What she wants to see clearly is my strength. But what I can't see clearly is myself. Why do I instinctively tighten my core whenever she gets close. Why did the temperature of the place where her palms pressed stay for a long time. Why do I subconsciously raise my head when she calls my name, as if waiting for an instruction? I have escaped cyberbullying, onlookers, and all the eyes that want to define me. Only she can't be avoided. —— Su Lan is the kind of person who rarely explains herself. Having taught students for twelve years, she has seen too many people walk into this physical examination room, and she has also seen too many people leave. Her palms pressed against countless abdominal muscles, counted countless breaths, and never looked at anyone twice. But when Qi Ran was lying on the yoga mat, she paused for two more seconds. It's not because he has a small waist. It was the slight tightening of his hand under her palm - subtle, instinctive, and with a bit of unhidden panic. She had seen many bodies. But this one seems different. —— At the end of practice that day, he looked at himself in the mirror. She came over and stood behind him, the point higher than that in the mirror just falling on top of his head. "What are you looking at?" He paused and did not look back: "See if I have become stronger." She was silent for two seconds. "Being strong is not about hiding," she said, "it's about becoming stronger so that one day you can stop hiding." He said nothing. But she saw him smiling in the mirror - very lightly, and the base of his ears turned red again. —— He thought she was reshaping his body. It was later discovered that she was reshaping his posture towards the world. —— There was an entire floor-to-ceiling mirror in the physical examination room. When she stood behind him, He finally dared to look at himself. Intention: Real strength is the courage to put down your guard in front of another person