American Legendary Life

"Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up, hurry up..." On the training ground, the coach kept roaring and clapping.

On the green field, the team is sweating and training.

"Aiden, Aiden, what's wrong with you, what are you doing?" After seeing Aiden on the training ground start to gasp, the coach rushed up like he was eating explosives.

"This is your skill, huh? You only have this skill, and it's over, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast..."

The coach's words sounded like a storm and kept ringing in my ears, making the entire training field depressed and horrible as if covered by the dark clouds before the storm.

Aiden is a star on the court, an unparalleled supernova, no one can match him, but it also means that he will receive more attention and pressure.

If others do well, they will make progress, and if they do well, they deserve it, as if he was born to be better, better, and better than others...

"Damn alcohol." Everyone has a good heart, and Aiden is no exception.

After being paid attention to by the coach alone, he was accelerating with all his strength, lifting his feet up and down, as fast as a wind turbine...

It's just that Aiden clearly noticed that he couldn't play his best.

No, it should be said that he failed to play even half of the peak. Alcohol and recent depravity made him slack and made his body as jerky as a rusty shaft.

It is still not noticeable in daily life, but on the training ground, the consequences of this slackness are immediately manifested.

"Okay, stop, stop... Everyone rests for 15 minutes, and then we continue training." The coach called to stop training and stood alone beside Aiden.

He said nothing, did nothing, just looked at him with his eyes and kept watching.

"How?" Aiden asked a little unnaturally.

"This is not you, Aiden. This is not you I know. You are in a better state than anyone else. If you play singles, even Thiel may not win."

"But this is not you." The coach emphasized again that this was not his performance.

"I'll adjust the state, get it done, and give me some time." Aiden said seriously, although he often looked sloppy and complained a little, but that didn't mean he didn't care.

"Alcohol is a sports killer..." The coach looked at his surprised expression and said: "Yes, I have heard that don't think about who said it, the important thing is whether you did it."

"I'll get it, I promise." Aiden took off his hat a little bit unconvinced, turned and strode out of the court.

"You better do it," the coach said aloud.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't get any response, but this is Aiden's answer. He said that if he can do it, he will definitely find a way to do it.

Adjustment……

Groups of full-day high-intensity training began to be incorporated into Aiden's daily plan.

After all matters are ranked here, he wants to recover to his best state in the shortest time, and his hand drink also changes from whiskey to water.

Boom...

The heavy fist sound continued for 20 minutes, and when Aiden stopped, the floor under his feet was already wet with sweat.

"Are you going to rest?" Christina asked him before holding the water.

"No." Shaving off the sweat on his forehead, Aiden dried off half a bottle of water in one breath, and continued to do weight training.

Run back, sprint, roll tires, throw big ropes, push-ups with weights...

Because there were no suitable tools around him, Aiden took Christina as a weight and made her sit cross-legged on her back to increase the difficulty.

After a training session, Aiden's body was as bright as oil, and Christina was no better.

She had never done this before, sitting on Aiden's waist, always feeling that she would fall and be injured when there were ups and downs, and when the end of the nervous brain was almost lack of oxygen.

"Let's go, please have a meal." Finally, after a day of training, Aiden took a bath and was inviting to invite Christina to dinner together.

"Now?" Christina was a little surprised to see the sky outside.

"Why, afraid of what I will do to you?" Aiden approached her ridiculously until Christina was forced to the wall, then she smiled and said: "If I want to, I don't need to choose the night deliberately."

There was a strong male odor, and Christina's breath was a little short, but fortunately Aiden left soon.

Waving his hands in front of him, Christina stopped talking and followed him into the parking lot.

"Man, is this your car?" The car was fastened with a seat belt ready to leave, but someone knocked on his window.

"Anything?" Aiden asked as he lowered the window.

"It looks cool, I have never seen such a handsome car, man, at what cost did you get it?" said the **** man standing by the car window funny.

"If it's okay, I should go." Aiden didn't want to waste time, and he didn't want to ignore the conversation.

"Hey, man, don't be excited... Your car looks really good, your girl is also good, haha..." The other party smiled arrogantly.

Aiden frowned, his finger was already on the door handle, but Christina reached out and pressed his leg, shaking her head nervously.

She didn't want to have any conflicts, and she was even more worried about trouble.

As Aiden’s secretary, she is well aware of her responsibilities. Apart from helping him with chores and taking care of life, the most important thing is to keep him calm and avoid trouble.

It won't take long for him to walk into the public's line of sight, and by then his every move will be dug up.

Every shortcoming and even every pore of his body will be magnified, because what the public likes most is to pick bones in the eggs, so that his mediocrity does not look so embarrassed.

Christina was also one of them~www.readwn.com~ She understands the hearts and thoughts of these people, so she also knows how to avoid this kind of thing.

"Okay, I don't want to cause trouble." After that, Aiden stopped driving in the gear and drove off the parking lot quickly.

It's just that the trouble doesn't seem to go away so easily.

A seemingly worn-out Cadillac caught up, or the **** guy just now, and the other party kept talking from the co-pilot's probe.

The other party’s intentions are obvious, he is provoking Aiden’s patience, whatever the reason, the purpose is to provoke him.

"It seems impossible to hide anymore." Aiden looked at Christina beside him, as if explaining to her.

But faster than he stopped, Christina reached out and honked the horn.

"Hey, don't do this..." Aiden's eyes widened, but he was helpless.

The horn was already ringing, and three consecutive signals of the same length, H1, which had been falling not far away, began to accelerate.

After a sudden sharp tire grinding, the old Cadillac was forced to stop on the road.

"You should always remember your identity and value your safety." Christina said leaning on the seat with a serious and serious expression.

"Okay, you really look like an old lady." Aiden said with a sneer, spitting in disgust.

"Thank you for your compliment. This is my job." Christina pinched the skirt with her fingers and bowed her shoulders to make a ladylike appearance. Thank you for his compliment.

Not to mention progress in other areas, at least in terms of affordability, Christina thinks she has a big heart.

The cynicism like Aiden was always able to easily stir her emotions, but now, like a stone thrown into the sea, it can't lift a trace of ripples.