21: Andrew got ripped off
"What? You said you arranged gym equipment these days?"
After school.
Gwen asked in surprise at the door.
"Well, it happened that there was an empty area in the house, so I bought some for exercise."
"Are you interested in coming home with me?"
Gwen happily replied: "Definitely, you know? One of my dreams is to be able to exercise without restriction in my own home."
"Then your dream is really easy to achieve."
"My dad didn't let me touch these since I was a kid. He was afraid of me getting hurt or building muscle mass."
"He said it wasn't attractive at all."
Gwen looked at Andrew and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"
"I think you look great as you are."
"Has any girl ever told you your mouth is sweet?"
"I think you're the first."
...
Even Gwen didn't realize that in front of Andrew, she showed a completely different side of herself.
Not at all the quiet and polite girl that many people think she is.
But rather, she is more lively and active.
Thirteen blocks.
The unfortunate Phil Coulson agent is still eating cheap hamburgers.
If not for a recent phone call with Nick Fury.
He was starting to wonder if he had been let go from S.H.I.E.L.D.
During this time, he has turned the Thirteen Blocks upside down.
But still couldn't find any trace of the mech he was looking for.
"It couldn't be some super hacker who hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D's system and pulled a prank?"
Phil Coulson guesses as he sips a Coke.
Otherwise, how has he not found anything?
As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, he has confidence in his professional skills.
If the mech pilot appeared in front of him, he would definitely recognize them.
Otherwise he doesn't deserve to be called a senior S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
At this time, a taxi stopped not far from Phil Coulson, and a handsome man and beautiful woman, who Phil Coulson had seen before, got out.
"Tsk, it's this little couple again."
Phil Coulson took a bitter bite of his burger.
That kind of life is so nostalgic!
Andrew, who got out of the car, also noticed Phil Coulson across the street.
It would be more accurate to call him a down-on-his-luck private eye than a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
"Andrew, what are you looking at?"
Gwen asked curiously.
"Oh, I just happened to notice someone eating burgers on the sidewalk every day. It's kind of sad."
"Really? I'd think he was a lonely drifter or something."
Andrew smiled: "I think so too, let's head upstairs."
Phil Coulson across the road had no idea what the two were discussing.
The only thing on his mind right now is finding that mech trail as soon as possible.
Then taking a good long rest.
Andrew's house.
The moment the door opened, Gwen couldn't wait to go inside.
She saw the previously empty space was now filled with various fitness equipment.
Including a set of heavy barbells.
They looked very weighty.
Surely, Andrew didn't buy this large barbell set, not expecting to train to the point of weight lifting.
He must have acquired it another way.
Andrew was happy to have it nonetheless.
Gwen's face lit up with joy: "My gosh, you didn't lie to me!"
"Why would I lie about something like this?"
Gwen's reaction made Andrew very satisfied.
"No, I mean I thought you would've only bought like a rowing machine or a treadmill."
"But I didn't expect the selection to be so extensive."
"It's practically a private gym!"
Gwen was eager to try the equipment. But...
"Too bad, the clothes I'm wearing today aren't very sports-appropriate. I guess it'll have to wait until next time."
Gwen looked at Andrew disappointedly.
Today, she was wearing a very business-casual dress, with a white t-shirt on top and skinny jeans below.
Not ideal for working out.
Andrew calmly replied, "I prepared something for you."
Gwen's face held a quizzical look.
What did he mean by prepared?
Then Andrew walked into another room and retrieved a folded item of clothing.
It was clearly a tracksuit...
"The washing machine cleaned it, see if it fits you, if you like it!"
Gwen took it, surprised.
Just feeling the fabric gave her a very comfortable impression.
"My gosh, you even prepared this for me?" Gwen said, astonished.
"Of course. I figured you wouldn't have something like this yet, so I got it ready ahead of time."
Andrew gestured towards the bedroom and bathroom. "The toilet is over there, or you can certainly change in the room if you prefer."
Gwen shook out the top and bottom.
The top was white with pink stripes.
The bottoms were black leggings.
"Alright, I'll go change really quick. Wait for me, I think it should fit nicely."
"I trust your judgement."
From Gwen's expression, it was clear she really appreciated the athletic wear.
She then headed to the bedroom to change.
Andrew had a slightly disappointed look. "Strange, according to the customs of your beautiful country, shouldn't you give me a kiss about now?"
As expected, movies are all lies.
Just as Andrew awaited Gwen to change and come out, the phone rang at an inopportune time.
"Hello Mr. Andrew, there is a package for you. Please come downstairs to sign for it."
"No problem!"
Terrible timing!
Andrew felt irritated.
If he didn't receive the package now, who knows when it would be delivered next.
"Gwen, I'm running downstairs to get a package real quick. I think the ingredients I ordered arrived."
"OK, I'll be done in a minute!"
In the room,
Gwen had changed into the athletic wear Andrew prepared for her, and eyed herself in the full-length mirror.
The entire outfit, whether the color or the fit, was just right.
It showed off Gwen's figure in the most ideal proportions, flawlessly accentuating her curves.
"I knew Andrew had good taste."
Gwen felt very pleased with how she looked too.
What girl doesn't enjoy looking stunning in an outfit?
After tying back her loose hair, Gwen strode out of the room toward the exercise area.
"Wanna try this?"
The first thing Gwen wanted to attempt was the heavy barbell set.
Judging by the amount listed, this barbell set weighed a full 160 lbs.
Gwen clapped her hands, curious if she could manage it.
Doorway.
Andrew opened the door carrying two boxes.
When he pushed it open, the scene before him nearly made his jaw drop.
He saw Gwen holding the barbell set easily in one hand, casually tossing it up and down.
She made handling it look as simple as playing with a regular ball.
The clanging of barbells rang out all over the apartment.
Seeing Andrew return, Gwen grinned and commented, "Mr. Andrew, I think you got ripped off by the seller..."
...To be continued...