Under One Person: I am a lay Buddhist with a salary of 9 to 5

Although Zhou Fengliu knew that this strange message was from Xia He, he still chose not to reply. As for the reason... there was no reason, he just didn't want to reply.

Time passed quickly, and while he was killing time constantly scrolling through his mobile phone, Zhang Chulan's special training in the morning ended.

How to say it?

Although Feng Baobao's old farming skills are very good, there are always some mistakes in Zhang Chulan's Qi Xing route. This problem of unconsciously going down makes his practice unsatisfactory.

The three of them went out for a quick bite of "authentic" Lanzhou ramen at noon. They came back and took a short rest before it was time for special training in the afternoon.

"Brother Liu, what do I need to do?" Zhang Chulan burped and looked at Zhou Fengliu expectantly.

"Forehead..."

Zhou Fengliu touched his chin when he heard the sound, looked at Zhang Chulan, and then told him the training plan he had thought up at noon:

"First do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and then run a 10-kilometer long distance to warm up."

"ah?"

Listening to the training plan Zhou Fengliu made for him, Zhang Chulan raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting Zhou Fengliu to arrange physical training.

"Brother Liu...are you sure? This will work?"

"What? Don't underestimate this plan. I practiced this way when I first entered the industry. Just practice this plan. Just stick to it and keep silent every time you practice."

Zhou Fengliu coughed twice and said that this "Ke Xue" training plan was very effective.

"Oh well."

Zhang Chulan could only practice with the attitude of giving it a try.

He first started to practice squatting. At first, he felt it was very easy, the speed was fast, and the posture was standard. But after doing about forty times, his speed gradually slowed down, and it seemed that his whole thigh could not squat down.

"Today's young people are in poor health and need to practice more."

Zhou Fengliu's eyes shifted from the mobile phone to Zhang Chulan. Zhang Chulan seemed to see his shadow in the past. He couldn't breathe even climbing the eighth floor and was injured even if he bumped into the ground. He was a contemporary "crispy college student" .

"Hmm... what is sub-health?" Feng Baobao, who was on the side, was holding a popsicle while squatting and looking at Zhang Chulan, who was exhausted.

Zhang Chulan may not be a human, but Zhou Fengliu and Feng Baobao are real dogs.

One of the two people was chatting about a popsicle, and the other was sitting on a chair scrolling through his phone and drinking iced Coke, without paying any attention to the young man in front of him who was in special training.

...

"It means virtual." Zhou Fengliu explained after thinking about Feng Baobao's question.

"oh..."

"Brother Liu... should I take a break first? Can we do it in batches?" Zhang Chulan said and was about to stop.

Zhou Fengliu didn't say much when he saw this, he just whispered something in Feng Baobao's ear.

"What... does this mean?" Feng Baobao looked at Zhou Fengliu blankly, not understanding the meaning of these words.

"Just tell him and you'll know..."

"Oh..." Feng Baobao nodded, then walked up to Zhang Chulan with a popsicle and saw her speaking slowly with a Sichuan accent:

"Is that okay... thin dog."

"???"

ah?

That expressionless face combined with Feng Baobao's slightly sarcastic tone made him full of lethality.

Thin dog?

I?

Zhang Chulan was startled by Feng Baobao's cheeky attitude.

"Why am I such a thin dog...Isn't it just a hundred squats?" Zhang Chulan saw that there were only twenty or thirty squats left. Naturally, it was impossible for him to withstand Feng Baobao's face-to-face enlargement.

Seeing that Zhang Chulan was motivated again, Feng Baobao raised his eyebrows and felt amazing.

It turns out that these words have this effect...

Feng Baobao said he learned.

...

After a while, Zhang Chulan finished a hundred squats with great effort. At this moment, he felt that he had no feeling in his legs.

Seeing him sitting on the chair, breathing heavily, feeling his beating heart, a feeling of being alive emerged from his heart.

Logically speaking, this kind of training is not very intense for him, but it is just weak... When he was a child, he trained at the hands of his grandfather, and he also had a certain physical foundation. Perhaps he pretended to be an ordinary person for a long time, which led to his current condition. My body is not as big as before.

"Go on..." Zhou Fengliu said after watching him finish.

"Brother Liu... I really can't do it anymore. Let's take a break." Zhang Chulan shook his head with sweat on his forehead.

"Is that okay, little dog..." Seeing that Zhang Chulan was slacking off again, Feng Baobao moved closer to his face and magnified it.

"You...I..." Zhang Chulan was stunned and speechless: "Yes, I am a thin dog, rest and rest..."

Zhang Chulan is also capable of bending and stretching.

What a thin dog...

He even barked at his master, but he was still afraid of being called a thin dog?

Seeing that this move was of no use, Feng Baobao was confused and turned to look at Zhou Fengliu: "Why is this move useless?"

"You can't use this all the time...it has to be done at the right time." Zhou Fengliu also found a chair and sat down and explained to Feng Baobao.

"Oh~" Feng Baobao seemed to understand.

...

"Brother Liu...can this training plan really work?"

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but ask after resting for a while.

How should I put it? The old farm skills that Feng Baobao taught him in the morning can be said to have immediate results. However, Zhou Fengliu's training plan this afternoon did not improve his energy at all except for leg soreness.

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry... Practice slowly, feel the Qi in your body more when exercising, and let Qi participate..."

Zhou Fengliu was talking nonsense seriously. Seeing him say so seriously, Zhang Chulan frowned a little confused.

Feel the Qi? Let Qi participate?

"Stupid... Xiao Zhou means to let you use Qi, don't practice foolishly..." Feng Baobao stuck the popsicle stick into the concrete floor, then clapped his hands and glanced at Zhang Chulan.

...

Among the three people present, Feng Baobao seemed to understand, while Zhang Chulan didn't understand it halfway.

Zhou Fengliu still maintained a serious and steady look.

He knew nothing about Qi... He just said that just to let Zhang Chulan hold on.

According to his calculations, with Zhang Chulan's current physical fitness, he can basically go home after a round of training.

As for whether this training plan is really useful...

He just said that there was an "ordinary" bald man who trained like this, the balder he was, the stronger he was...

This job...

It's really easy and enjoyable~

Zhou Fengliu looked at the setting sun outside the villa, and felt the beauty of this job in his heart. He basically did nothing that day... and got three times the salary for nothing.

This kind of job where you get more for less work, or even get something for nothing, is really his ideal job...

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