Chapter 734: Hero or Perv?
After catching his breath and he was sure that he could get up without his legs giving way under him, Jason stood up, not brushing his hair away and walked off to the bathroom to wash up.
A few seconds later, Hauwa stopped her set and moved closer to the phone, out of breath and trying to interact with her viewers and read their comments.
However, when she saw that most of the comments were about a mystery man who was supposedly watching her creepily while exercised, she felt a bit freaked out and was very curious.
She quickly tried to look around for the creepy guy based off the viewers’ description of him, but try as she could, she couldn’t find him.
Trying to sound confident, she turned back to her phone,
"Can’t find him, maybe he’s left the gym or he might be in the locker room," she said cheerily.
The comments quickly came rushing in again.
Some of the viewers were like she should leave it alone and continue her workout, some others wanted her to report the matter to the gym staff, while the others were simply having fun in the chat and didn’t really care what decision she made. They were just there for the fun.
"I won’t bother with him. But if he comes back, then I’ll do something, so you guys must tell me if he comes back, okay?" she asked her chat and the replies of okay quickly filled the bottom of the screen.
Already inside the bathroom, Jason couldn’t imagine what was going on in Hauwa’s live stream. He hadn’t even noticed her earlier and had simply left the place, after all, what was there to look at.
The Hauwa girl was flat... mostly.
Thanks to her exercising, she had pretty healthy glutes and had a sort of bubble butt, but it was still too small to even interest Jason in the slightest and her mommy milkers were basically non-existent.
He had seen her set up her phone and begin filming her workout, but that was the first and only time he had glanced at her. He hadn’t looked her way again till he left.
Quickly showering, cleaning up and changing back into the clothes he had worn to the gym, Jason was about to leave when he noticed that he didn’t have his phone with him.
Remembering that he had put it on the treadmill when he was doing his last run, but had forgotten to pick it up when he left, he quickly shoved his gym clothes into his bag, zipped up and rushed out, tying his hair up in a bun as he ran.
Luckily, his headphones were still playing so his phone was hopefully still where he left and to his greatest joy, it was still there when he got there.
He couldn’t afford to lose his phone now. It wouldn’t be difficult to get another one, but losing his phone would be a pain as he’d lose his contacts and other information on the phone that he didn’t want gone just yet.
Of course he had online back-ups, but he didn’t really want to go through the hassle at this point.
Slipping his phone into his pocket, he turned to leave.
At this point, Hauwa who had changed positions a little and was trying to lift weights at the bequest of some of her viewers who asked her to lift a weight higher than what she usually lifted.
At first she had refused because lifting 50kg was almost double of her usual 30kg which usually took her breath away, but after the promise of super gifts if she managed to lift it, she didn’t hesitate anymore.
Quickly setting up the camera near the ground so it could capture the whole moment from the ground up, she then added the required weights to the dumbbell and chalked up, preparing to lift the weight and do squats with it.
{Shouldn’t she get a spotter for this kind of thing?} someone commented, trying to be safe.
{And get another creepy guy who wouldn’t miss the chance to get handsy?} another person, clearly a female, replied.
{Then maybe she shouldn’t be lifting those weight. It’s not safe to do it without a spotter} another person added.
{She’s got it. Just shut it and stay in your lane. Girls rock} someone drunk on modern feminism said, but surprisingly, his username was clearly masculine.
{They ain’t gonna let you hit bro. Stop being delusional} someone replied the previous commenter and added a few laughing emojis for additional context.
{Bro, one person said getting handsy. These people need to get real, there’s nothing to grab} someone added on the side.
Hauwa didn’t notice all this as she was busy psyching herself up to lift the weight and after a few seconds of mental preparation, she finally grabbed the weight, and lifted it with the strain clearly shown on her face.
The comment section was instantly filled with encouraging comments from the viewers as Hauwa strained.
Straining hardly, Hauwa had finally managed to lift the weight, but before she could take it over her shoulder, she suddenly slipped on some sweat left and falling to the ground on her back, the dumbbell came down after her as well.
*CLANG!*
*CRASH!!!*
Landing on her back first, her life flashed before her eyes as the barbell weighing at least 50kg came down on her chest, but luckily for her, she had chosen the thin weights, which meant a greater diameter-to-thickness ratio, so the barbell didn’t actually touch her chest as it crashed to the ground.
There was still a space of almost ten meters between Hauwa’s chest and the bar, so she didn’t come to any harm apart from the pain of falling on her back.
Jason who had been walking by glanced over at her in surprise after seeing her survive a near-death situation, and surprised that he hadn’t flinched at the noise from the crash.
Walking over, he grabbed the barbell with one hand and pulled it up and off her,
"You’re lucky there’s nothing on your chest, otherwise that would have hurt a lot more," he said as he took the barbell to the side.
Finally noticing the phone on the stand, he saw the comments rushing up from the bottom of the screen and finally realized she was live-streaming.
"Oh, a live stream. Hey guys," Jason smiled, winked at the phone and waved a bit.
Looking at how others had arrived to help the girl, Jason didn’t bother turning back and began moving forward, taking the opportunity to leave the gym before anyone recognized him.
He had noticed that he hadn’t been wearing a mask on his face when he looked at his face on the girl’s phone and he didn’t want to take the risk of anybody recognizing his face.
Normally, Nigerian people weren’t the kind to go all fanboying, but he didn’t want to find out if that sentiment was true or not.
Dodging someone rushing in his direction and patting him on his back, Jason left the gym, putting on his mask and disappearing into the crowd, leaving the guy looking back in surprise as he tried to recall the face he just saw.