The fitness instructor is my friend who grew up together. Probably we have known each other for a long time, and we know each other very well. Therefore, our relationship has always been in the stage of pure friendship. He is equivalent to my best friend of the opposite sex, and we talk about everything. But in fitness, he is very strict. Although he is a free coach, he maintains his professionalism, and he is not as strict as my old friend for many years.
Once I went to the gym to practice equipment. Although I was a woman who could lift iron, I was in the gym at that time, but my heart was in Burger King. I really wanted to eat hamburgers at that time, but my friend stipulated that I couldn't eat any high-calorie food at that stage of losing weight, and cheating meals were not allowed. Nothing is difficult to eat. I didn't want to go out in hot weather, so I ordered takeout. I hid the hamburger in a canvas bag, avoiding the eyes and ears of the gym and smuggling it into the corridor to the bathroom. Burger coke is a good match after fitness.
To my surprise, there happened to be a female coach there that day, because my friend has worked in that gym for more than a year and everyone knows each other. I smiled awkwardly at the female coach with a hamburger and let her pretend not to see it. She smiled at me, nodded acquiescently, and shouted to my friend when she turned to go out: "Look what you have forced your friend to do, he is eating hamburgers in the corridor." Everyone laughed and rowed in front, and I hid behind and blushed awkwardly, waiting for my friend to carry me out.