The fitness instructor is my friend who grew up together. Maybe we have known each other for a long time and know each other well. So our relationship has been in the stage of pure friendship. He is my best friend of the opposite sex, and we talk about everything. But in terms of fitness, he is very strict. Although he is a freelance coach, he maintains his professionalism, which is not as strict as my old friend for many years.
I once went to the gym to practice equipment. Although I am a woman who can lift iron, I was in the gym, but my heart was in Burger King. I really wanted to eat hamburgers at that time, but my friend stipulated that I should not eat any high-calorie food at that stage of weight loss, and I was not allowed to steal it. There is nothing bad 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 sneaking into the corridor leading to the bathroom. Hamburg coke is a good match after fitness.
To my surprise, there happened to be a female coach there that day, because my friend worked in that gym for more than a year and everyone knew her. I smiled awkwardly at the female coach with the hamburger and asked her to pretend not to see it. She smiled at me, nodded by default, 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 take me out.