Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

"Start with a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and then a ten-kilometer run to warm up."

"what?"

Listening to the training plan Zhou Fengliu had devised for him, Zhang Chulan raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Zhou Fengliu to arrange physical training.

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

"What? Don't underestimate this plan. I trained like this when I first started out. You can practice this one. As long as you stick to it, you'll practice without making a sound."

Zhou Fengliu coughed twice, indicating that this "Ke Xue" training plan was very effective.

"Oh well."

Zhang Chulan could only try it out with a "let's give it a shot" attitude.

He started by practicing squats. At first, he felt it was easy, fast, and his posture was quite standard. But after about forty squats, his speed gradually slowed down, and his thighs seemed unable to squat down any further.

"Young people these days are often in poor health; they need to exercise more."

Zhou Fengliu's gaze shifted from his phone to Zhang Chulan. He seemed to see a reflection of himself in Zhang Chulan, someone who would be out of breath climbing eight floors and would get injured from every bump and bruise. He was a modern-day "fragile college student".

"Hmm... what does 'sub-health' mean?" Feng Baobao asked, slurping an ice pop while squatting down and watching Zhang Chulan, who looked exhausted.

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

One of the two men was sucking on an ice pop, while the other sat in a chair scrolling through his phone and drinking an iced cola, completely oblivious to the young man undergoing special training in front of him.

...

"It means 'empty' or 'false'," Zhou Fengliu explained after thinking for a moment after hearing Feng Baobao's question.

"Oh..."

"Brother Liu... I need to rest for a bit. Can we do it in shifts?" Zhang Chulan said, about to stop.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu didn't say much, but whispered something in Feng Baobao's ear.

"What...does this mean?" Feng Baobao stared blankly at Zhou Fengliu, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

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

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

"Is this okay... Greyhound?"

"???"

what?

That expressionless face, combined with Feng Baobao's slightly mocking tone, was incredibly effective.

Thin dog?

I?

Zhang Chulan was taken aback by Feng Baobao's close-up attack.

"How am I a greyhound... It's just a hundred squats." Zhang Chulan had only twenty or thirty squats left, so naturally he couldn't stand Feng Baobao's close-up close-up.

Seeing that Zhang Chulan had regained his enthusiasm, Feng Baobao raised an eyebrow, feeling quite amazed.

So that's how those words had that effect...

Feng Baobao said she learned something.

...

Not long after, Zhang Chulan painstakingly finished one hundred squats, and at this moment he felt that his legs had almost no feeling left.

Seeing him sitting in the chair, panting heavily, feeling his heart pounding, a feeling of being alive well arose in his heart.

Logically speaking, this level of training intensity shouldn't be too high for him, but he's still feeling weak... He trained under his grandfather when he was young and has a certain physical foundation. Perhaps it's because he's been pretending to be an ordinary person for so long that his physique is not as good as it used to be.

“Continue…” Zhou Fengliu said after he finished.

"Brother Liu... I really can't go on, I need to rest." Zhang Chulan shook his head, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Can you do it or not, Xigou..." Seeing that Zhang Chulan was about to slack off again, Feng Baobao cleverly moved closer and zoomed in on his face.

"You...I..." Zhang Chulan was speechless, utterly stumped. "That's right, I am Xi Gou (Silver Dog), taking a break..."

Zhang Chulan can be considered to be able to bend and stretch.

Greyhound, huh...

He even calls him "master," so why would he be afraid of being called a greyhound?

Seeing that this trick was no longer effective, Feng Baobao turned to Zhou Fengliu in confusion and asked, "Why isn't this trick working anymore?"

“You can’t use this all the time…it has to be used at the right time,” Zhou Fengliu explained to Feng Baobao, sitting down on a chair as well.

"Oh~" Feng Baobao seemed to understand but not quite.

...

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

Zhang Chulan rested for a while but still couldn't help asking.

To put it simply, the Old Farmer's Skill that Feng Baobao taught him in the morning had an immediate effect, but the training plan Zhou Fengliu gave him in the afternoon didn't improve his Qi at all, except for his sore legs.

"Haste makes waste... Practice slowly, and focus on feeling the Qi in your body during exercise, letting it participate..."

Zhou Fengliu was spouting nonsense with a straight face. Seeing him speak so seriously, Zhang Chulan frowned, somewhat bewildered.

Feel the Qi? Let the Qi participate?

"Silly... Xiao Zhou means you should use Qi, not practice mindlessly..." Feng Baobao stuck the popsicle stick into the cement ground, then clapped her hands and glanced at Zhang Chulan.

...

Of the three present, Feng Baobao seemed to understand, while Zhang Chulan only half understood.

Zhou Fengliu, on the other hand, remained as serious and steady as ever.

He doesn't know anything about Qi... He just said that purely to help Zhang Chulan hold on.

According to his calculations, given Zhang Chulan's current physical condition, he could basically go home after one round of training.

As for whether this training plan is actually effective...

He simply stated that an "ordinary" bald man trained this way, the balder the better...

This job...

How relaxing and enjoyable!

As Zhou Fengliu gazed at the setting sun outside the villa, he inwardly marveled at the beauty of his job. He hadn't done much that day... yet he'd received triple pay for nothing.

This kind of job, where you do little and get paid a lot, or even reap without sowing, is truly his ideal job...

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P.S.: I'm begging for everything! This humble author is begging for everything online.

Chapter 19 Report to the Coach! Someone Here is Cultivating with Cheats! (First Update)

Before long, Zhou Fengliu had been enjoying this job of doing little but getting more for several days, while Zhang Chulan, under Feng Baobao's tutelage, had also made a slight progress in his strength.

It was another afternoon. Zhou Fengliu watched Zhang Chulan doing push-ups in the courtyard, silently took a sip of coffee, and lay on the hammock, fully enjoying the beauty of life.

After a few days apart, Zhang Chulan has adapted to the afternoon training plan. With the support of his Qi, the training subjects are half as difficult for him, and he can complete them with ease.

"Brother Liu, can't you teach me some real skills?" Zhang Chulan said to Zhou Fengliu after finishing a hundred push-ups.

He had been practicing according to Zhou Fengliu's training plan for several days, and apart from feeling less physically weak, he hadn't made any other progress.

"Hmm... what do you want to learn?"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Fengliu got up from the hammock and saw him sizing up Zhang Chulan.

Under Feng Baobao's tutelage these past few days, his training plan has become less of a time-killer for Zhang Chulan. Instead, he should arrange something else for Zhang Chulan to waste his time.

"Your sword-wielding skills are amazing," Zhang Chulan described with great enthusiasm.

"Oh...that."

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's description, Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, then looked around, and with a slight effort, broke off a branch of moderate length from the tree and handed it to Zhang Chulan.

"Well, if you want to learn, first wrap your Qi around the tree branch, being careful not to damage it, and then... practice swinging the sword 10,000 times every day."

Zhou Fengliu then proposed a new way for Zhang Chulan to kill time. According to his idea, even if Zhang Chulan could swing his sword once per second, it would still take almost three hours in ten thousand seconds.

With three hours and the previous special training plan, it should be enough to keep him occupied until he gets off work.

“This…” Zhang Chulan raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to Zhou Fengliu’s words and looked at the tree branch in his hand: “Is this really feasible?”

As he spoke, a faint golden light appeared on his body. He gradually covered the tree branch with the golden light, but before the golden light could completely envelop the branch, the branch could not withstand the energy and instantly split into pieces.

"Not quite right..." Seeing this, Zhang Chulan climbed up the tree again and picked a branch, continuing to wrap it with Qi, but it still didn't work.

Seeing Zhang Chulan fail multiple times, Zhou Fengliu lay back comfortably on the hammock.

As for whether this training method can teach Zhang Chulan the art of controlling objects... Zhou Fengliu can only say that it is theoretically possible, but practically it is extremely difficult.

It can't be said that he was paid but didn't work. He did teach Zhang Chulan a method, and if he couldn't learn it, then it's not his fault.