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

Although Feng Baobao has a great figure, Zhou Fengliu couldn't sense any feminine charm in her...

"Brother Liu, did that little vixen go in?"

Zhang Chulan then returned with a few tissues covering his nose. Seeing that the white figure had disappeared, he then spoke recklessly about Feng Baobao.

"Little vixen? Tsk tsk, aren't you afraid that Sister Bao'er will come out and cripple you later?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Zhang Chulan said it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

A moment later.

After taking a shower, Feng Baobao changed into some cool clothes and came out of the bathroom. This combination of a short vest and shorts made Zhang Chulan, who was circulating his qi, unable to control himself any longer.

"this..."

"puff--"

With a red parabola trail, Zhang Chulan coughed up blood from his nose again: "Tissue, tissue, tissue..." he said hurriedly as he went to get some tissues. As he passed by Feng Baobao's outfit, he hesitated for a long time before finally uttering four words.

"This is an insult to civility!"

Seeing Zhang Chulan hurriedly grab the paper, Feng Baobao was puzzled by the new idiom again. She looked at Zhou Fengliu and asked:

"What do you mean by being uncivilized?"

"Um... I guess he thinks your outfit is too revealing." At this moment, Zhou Fengliu also felt that Feng Baobao's outfit was too wild.

"Wearing this...it's so cool." Feng Baobao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It's fine for people of the same sex to dress like this, but it might be a bit inappropriate for people of the opposite sex to dress like this.

Of course.

Feng Baobao might also feel that Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan are similar to her, with no significant difference in gender.

After a while, Zhang Chulan returned after finishing his business. Feng Baobao was still wearing the same clothes, which made him deliberately avoid looking directly at her.

"I just discussed it with Xiao Zhou. You'll be learning Old Farmer's Kung Fu from me this morning, and from Xiao Zhou this afternoon..." Feng Baobao said, looking at Zhang Chulan.

"Okay, sure." Zhang Chulan nodded, but his deliberately avoided gaze made Feng Baobao feel very strange.

Why...why aren't you looking at me?

"I..." Zhang Chulan glanced at Feng Baobao and saw her very unusual shorts. A surge of uncontrollable passion made him feel uncomfortable.

"What do you think? Dressed like this... and you expect me to watch over you? Is there any justice in this world? Is there any law in this world?" He finished speaking and then hurriedly looked up.

"..."

"My problem?" Feng Baobao scratched her slightly itchy bottom, then nodded: "Okay, I know, I'll change in a bit. There's no air conditioning in this place...it's so hot."

As she spoke, she stood up and soon changed back into the slightly shorter shorts and short-sleeved shirt she had just worn.

"Is this okay now?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Chulan wiped the blood from his nose, indicating that he was alright.

...

After a brief interlude, the pleasant training session began. Since Zhang Chulan had been training with Feng Baobao in the morning, Zhou Fengliu was quite relaxed. He quietly found a chair and started browsing the news. Before he had been browsing for long, he heard Feng Baobao kick Zhang Chulan from not far away.

"Your Qi... has gone astray."

Zhou Fengliu looked up when he heard the sound, and Zhang Chulan almost got kicked out of the door by Feng Baobao.

"How did you know?" Zhang Chulan asked, wincing in pain.

“How many times has this happened... your Qi always flows down unconsciously.” Feng Baobao found it very strange.

"How can you blame me? You were waving around in front of me..." Zhang Chulan said, implying that those long, white legs were just a test for him as a cadre.

"?"

"We're both here, so why didn't Xiao Zhou's Qi flow downwards like yours?" Feng Baobao felt the problem lay with Zhang Chulan.

"Then... can I be like Brother Liu? If I were Brother Liu, I would have already been killing everything in sight..."

Hearing that he had been called out, Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow slightly: "You two practice yourselves, don't drag me into it..."

After he finished speaking, he silently lowered his head and looked at his phone again, ignoring the two people.

Ding--

[Did you finish last night's food? Was it good?]

A message flashed across the notification bar, leaving Zhou Fengliu slightly puzzled.

This unfamiliar contact... and that tone... is it Xia He again?

Zhou Fengliu quickly realized what was happening.

Chapter 18 Training Plan? The bald guy thinks it's awesome! (Second Update)

Although Zhou Fengliu knew that the unfamiliar message was sent by Xia He, he still chose not to reply. As for the reason... there was no reason, he simply didn't want to reply.

Time passed quickly, and Zhang Chulan's morning training session ended as he kept scrolling through his phone to kill time.

how to say?

Although Feng Baobao's Old Farmer Skill is very powerful, Zhang Chulan's Qi circulation path always goes astray. This habit of unconsciously going astray makes his cultivation less than ideal.

The three of them went out for a quick lunch of "authentic" Lanzhou noodles, rested for a while, and then it was time for their afternoon special training.

"Brother Liu, is there anything I can do?" Zhang Chulan let out a burp and looked at Zhou Fengliu expectantly.

"Forehead..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and then told him about the training plan he had come up with at noon:

"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 doing 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.

Greyhound?

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, so he has a certain physical foundation. Perhaps it's because he's been pretending to be an ordinary person for too 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?