Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Zi Qiao finally chose "The Three Musketeers Sheng Chong, Idiot Grandma Liu Don't Try to Escape" for dubbing. This is not because its plot is the most reliable.

On the contrary, the explosiveness of this novel is among the best in this pile of manuscripts.

However, in so many weird novels that challenge the limits of human beings, whether it explodes more or less explodes is actually less important.

Judging from the dubbing difficulty alone, the one Nanfeng chose for himself really took good care of him.

There are many narrations and descriptions. Even if there are dialogues between characters, they are all male dramas. There is no need to pretend to be a girl with a hidden voice.

Moreover, the characters of The Three Musketeers are all national-level animations, and he can imitate the dubbing in the cartoons. This is easier than having him figure out which voice should be used for which character.

Of course, he really wanted to see the follow-up development of this strange novel.

People are always curious about unknown things.

Apart from the bizarre and explosive content of the dubbing, Ziqiao's first dubbing was relatively smooth.

It's not because he is really a one-of-a-kind dubbing talent, it's just because Nan Feng didn't hold on to him.

Nanfeng is a person who pursues perfection, but he will not ask a layman to pursue perfection like himself.

Even though Ziqiao's dubbing is all flawed, in the final analysis he doesn't need to rely on it to make a living, so Nanfeng's request for him is that as long as he is willing to dub seriously, he will block his ears and act like he didn't hear anything if he doesn't fool around. .

If the curry sauce looked like this now, Nan Feng would have started slamming the table.

However, no matter how smooth it was, it was already six o'clock in the morning by the time Zi Qiao finished dubbing.

"Ah, I'm tired and sleepy."

Zi Qiao lay on the table with a sleepy look on his face, as if his whole body had been drained of energy.

He hadn't slept much to begin with, and he was terribly sleepy.

Not to mention that in the past two hours, if I had any small thoughts about wanting to read it casually to fool myself, Nanfeng would hear it in the next process.

This resulted in him really experiencing dubbing work seriously for more than two hours.

Now I relax all of a sudden, and the feeling of sleepiness and exhaustion suddenly come over me.

He suddenly became drowsy and his eyelids began to fight up and down.

"I never thought it would be easy for you voice actors," Zi Qiao murmured.

"Where is this?"

Nanfeng stood up and knocked on the table: "It's almost time, let's go."

"Where...are you going?" Zi Qiao asked in a daze, unable to even open his eyes.

"At this point, of course it's time to go for morning exercise."

"Oh, it turns out to be morning exercise...

"Morning exercise!"

Zi Qiao tried his best to raise his head, opened his eyes with all his strength and asked, "Do we have to start morning exercise now?"

"What do you think?"

"Hehehe..."

Zi Qiao was about to cry but had no tears: "What evil have I done?"

"Deserve it!"

Nanfeng said with a smile: "Master Lu, becoming a hero is not as easy as you think.

"If you want to sleep, you can admit defeat now."

"Are you challenging me?"

Zi Qiao stood up with his arms propped up: "I accept your...challenge..."

he said with a yawn.

"You're really persistent."

Nanfeng pointed to the bathroom: "You'd better go wash your face first, so that you can feel refreshed."

Zi Qiao walked to the bathroom in a daze.

When Zi Qiao finished washing her face and came to the living room, Nan Feng handed Zi Qiao a bottle of lemonade.

"Take a sip and it's guaranteed to make you energetic in an instant."

"I knew I couldn't escape this damn lemonade today."

Zi Qiao closed his eyes and took a few big sips, and then his whole body began to tremble with soreness.

His whole face wrinkled together, and after "tsk tsk tsk" several times, Zi Qiao shouted: "Enough!"

It's really sour, but it's also really refreshing and invigorating.

"Let's go." Nanfeng said.

The sunrise always comes later in winter. When the two came downstairs, the sky was still dark and unclear, and they could only see a few remaining stars when they looked up.

The two of them walked all the way to the wide square. Nanfeng signaled Zi Qiao and himself to start doing warm-up exercises.

After Nanfeng taught his son Qiao to finish a set of Tai Chi and Baduanjin, the first ray of morning light finally fell on the square.

"Warm-up is over, let's start running."

Nanfeng put his left hand on his waist and drew a circle with his right hand: "Let's run slowly around the apartment."

"Run around the apartment?"

Zi Qiao asked in fear: "How many laps should I run?"

"Well... of course it depends on my mood."

Nan Feng smiled brightly at Zi Qiao. Zi Qiao hadn't even started running yet, but his heart was already racing.

Zi Qiao showed a coy smile: "Nanfeng, this is my first morning jog, you won't go to death to train me, right?"

Nanfeng thought for a while and replied: "Well...it still depends on my mood. Maybe I am in a bad mood today and want to exercise more."

Zi Qiao said angrily: "You..."

"Huh?" Nan Feng raised his eyebrows at Zi Qiao.

"You're absolutely right!"

Ziqiao, who is flexible and flexible, gave a thumbs up to Nanfeng: "If you are in a bad mood, you should exercise more to vent it out."

"Then what are you still dawdling about?"

The south wind pointed forward: "Run."

"good!"

Zi Qiao began to run slowly.

Nanfeng stood there and watched quietly as this guy ran forward at a speed of 100 meters and 30 seconds.

At this speed, Zeng Xiaoxian might even be able to tie with Zi Qiao if he came.

Zi Qiao kept moving and moving, but in the end he never heard the sound of Nan Feng.

He turned back curiously and saw Nanfeng still standing there looking at him with a smile.

Seeing Zi Qiao finally turning around to look at him, the smile on Nan Feng's face suddenly turned into a devil's smile.

Under Ziqiao's horrified gaze, Nanfeng took out a sword hilt and flicked it, and an iron swing stick dozens of centimeters long appeared.

"Depend on!"

Zi Qiao was shocked. Wasn't this the retractable swing stick that Nanfeng carried with him when they went fishing in Dianshan Lake?

He remembered that he seemed to have asked for a spare stick from Nanfeng, but when the four major factions besieged the love apartment, Yifei broke it as a physical shock.

Nan Feng, you actually brought this thing with you when you came out to exercise!

"Lu Ziqiao!"

Nanfeng said loudly: "The age when Guan Gu was spanked was eighteen years and thirty-two months. You don't want to surpass his record, right?"

"Nanfeng, it belongs to your uncle!"

Zi Qiao was so angry that he jumped up and down, but when he saw Nan Feng running towards him with a ferocious smile on his face, he was so frightened that he ran away.

The two started chasing each other around the apartment and started a life of jogging in the morning.

Although Lu Ziqiao has been certified many times as a once-in-a-century genius who is born with a much stronger body than others, no matter how good his body is, he can't stop him from ruining it like this.

She has an irregular work and rest schedule, and she never fails to drink alcohol every day, not to mention her sex life.

With his method of tossing, his body has already been in a sub-healthy state.

If Nanfeng really wanted to catch up with him, Lu Ziqiao would have his butt completely swollen by him today, guaranteeing that he would have to lie down for three days and three nights.

So Nanfeng seemed to be holding a swinging stick and rushing forward menacingly, but in fact, his running speed had been controlled very well.

Nan Feng listened to Zi Qiao's heartbeat and breathing the whole time. If he ran too fast, he would slow down a little so that he could slow down his heartbeat. If he ran too slowly, he would rush up and give him a slap. The stick lets him know it hurts.

The two of them ran around the apartment again and again until Zi Qiao was sweating and panting.

At this time, Nan Feng, who was still panting slightly, even had the energy to make sarcastic remarks to Zi Qiao: "Lu Zi Qiao, why don't you just admit defeat."

At this time, Zi Qiao had begun to breathe heavily through his mouth. The sweaty Zi Qiao didn't want to say a word now.

He just shook his head stubbornly.

Nan Feng paused and then said: "It's not easy for a lazy person like you to reach this point.

"Even if you admit defeat now, no one will laugh at you."

Zi Qiao still shook his head.

"Yifei and Yumo are not unreasonable people. They see you so tired and they can't blame you for giving in."

Zi Qiao said nothing, but still shook his head.

Nan Feng finally asked with a hint of annoyance: "Are you so insistent on letting me play the piano?"

Ziqiao turned to look at Nanfeng and shook his head firmly towards Nanfeng.

He was breathing heavily, sweating drop by drop, and Zi Qiao couldn't open his eyes.

Zi Qiao finally spoke to Nanfeng word by word between breaths.

“Nanfeng, I said yesterday, if you don’t want to we will never force you.

"I can admit defeat, but I can't do it because I can't hold on."

When Nan Feng heard Zi Qiao's words, even though he had a vague suspicion in his heart, he still subconsciously asked: "Why?"

"Because winning or losing is not important. What is important is that the three of us want to prove something to you, prove..."

Ziqiao's face was red and his lips were pale. He waved his finger and pointed at his throat to indicate that he really didn't have the strength to speak while running.

So the two of them continued running forward in silence.

It wasn't until Zi Qiao could no longer run anymore that Nanfeng sped up and ran in front of him.

"Our morning run is over."

Nan Feng, who was rosy and panting slightly, ran backwards while looking at Zi Qiao, who was already red-faced and had pale lips.

"Don't stop suddenly after running. Walk slowly and slow down slowly."

Seeing that Zi Qiao was about to stop, Nan Feng quickly reminded him.

Zi Qiao rolled her eyes at Nanfeng, but nodded to show her understanding.

He was really too tired to talk now, otherwise he would definitely have to quarrel with Nanfeng again.

The two slowly slowed down until Zi Qiao stopped.

Ziqiao leaned against the big tree behind him and began to breathe heavily.

It took about more than a minute before he recovered.

Zi Qiao finished rubbing his face and shook off the sweat on his hands: "Nanfeng, you really pushed me to death today!"

“Adults should get at least 150 to 300 minutes of moderate-intensity aerobic exercise per week, or at least 75 to 150 minutes of vigorous-intensity aerobic exercise per week.

"I'm helping you achieve your health goals."

"No need!"

Zi Qiao patted his waist: "My weekly high-intensity aerobic exercise must be up to standard."

Nan Feng stared at Zi Qiao's waist with evil intentions: "Young people are tough when they talk. I really hope you can still be this tough when you are thirty-five."

"Then when I am thirty-five years old, we will discuss this issue together. By then we won't be able to tell who is tough and who is soft."

"snort."

Nan Feng snorted a few times, then stretched out his hand towards Zi Qiao: "Let's go home."

"This is the first time I've heard you refer to an apartment as a home."