"You damn fat man, you dare to be lazy! Your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"
Following this scolding, the fat man who had been lying on the ground wheezing like a dead dog suddenly jumped up from the ground as if he was electrified. His reaction was already extremely fast, but his fat and clumsy body had a With this extremely disproportionately sharp speed, he could barely dodge a firelight that hit the place where he was lying on the ground. However, the remnant power of the flames still burned on the fat man's huge buttocks, causing him to scream in pain.
Zhu Rong stood at the door of the training room, holding a fireball in his palm and staring at the fat man inside with murderous eyes.
The fat man no longer wore an apron to dress up as a chef, but actually wore a black leather jacket. At first glance, it looked like the equipment of a parallel-imported field team member.
Although it is an extra-large size after modification, it is still a bit tight on the fat man's body, and there are many burn marks on the body. You don't need to ask, you can tell who did it at a glance. .
Poor fat man, in the past few days, facing Zhu Rong, the "aunt", I don't know what the wrong thing is in this aunt's mind, but she has spent most of her energy on drilling the poor fat man hard. Every day, he would come up with all kinds of weird and bizarre methods, which are euphemistically called "special training."
For example, I made a bunch of weird equipment to make the fat man familiar with it.
Fatty's power is to control some electronic instruments and equipment, but Zhu Rong insisted on making Fatty into a combat-type superpower. Now Fatty suffered a lot.
The most unfortunate thing is that because Fatty can control electronic instruments, Zhu Rong got a bunch of bombs from nowhere. These bombs were detonated by electronics. Zhu Rong forced Fatty to "train" with an almost crazy idea. ".
Almost half of Fatty's daily training tasks are to hold a bunch of time bombs and use his own powers to control the detonation time of the bombs. In Zhu Rong's words, the best effect is for Fatty to "detonate the right bomb at the right time." bomb".
It seems that Zhu Rong wants to make Fatty into a bomb maniac. For example, when faced with dozens of time bombs, she would first sequence all the bombs, and then ask the fat man to use his powers to control the bombs at different locations in the "training room". For example, when Zhu Rong, who was directing outside, reported the number "one", Fatty had to accurately control bomb No. 1 to detonate with his superpower. When Zhu Rong reported the number "three", he had to detonate bomb No. 3 immediately.
This kind of training really made the fat man suffer a lot. Although he can control electronic instruments, after all, his level of superpower is still at the elementary level, and after awakening, he has not received any real systematic training. His mental power is also limited. Faced with a bunch of electronic instruments, it is difficult for him to find the correct number in an instant.
This requirement is simply like numbering a pile of soybeans, allowing you to follow orders at any time and find any one... Easier said than done
What's even more pitiful is that the bombs were placed in the "training room" very cleverly - or rather viciously! Some bombs are far away from the fat man, and some bombs are close to the fat man.
Every time Zhu Rong reported the numbers, if Fatty accidentally detonated the wrong bomb, then he would be the one who got hit!
These days, at first, Fatty would be frightened before entering the training room every day. He would even write a suicide note when he got up early in the morning, and then go to training with the determination to die.
In the first few days, it was natural that his head would be blown to pieces every day - even though Zhu Rong had adjusted the power of the bomb to a very low level, and the fat man had rough skin and thick flesh, some injuries from the explosion were unavoidable.
At the end of the first day of training, Fatty was seriously injured, but he still felt lucky: at least he had saved his life, and besides, he was injured so badly, so he could finally end this terrible special training, right
As a result, the aunt Zhu Rong took the fat man out with a smile and threw him into a large bathtub of cell repair solution. After soaking in it for a night, the fat man, who had been well absorbed by his body, recovered, and was thrown into that terrible place alive again. In the special training room.
Although this kind of unreasonable training method is a bit cruel and a bit counterproductive, in the past month, Fatty's skills have really improved, and his ability to sense the surrounding electronic equipment has become much sharper than before. , although it is still not 100% accurate, the hit rate is more than 50%. More importantly, the control distance of remote sensing has gradually expanded to between three and five meters.
At this moment, the fat man looked very anxious, his face looked like it had been pulled out of the furnace, black smoke was blowing out of his mouth, and he jumped up.
Zhu Rong missed a hit and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He threw another fireball in the air. The fat man actually did a somersault in mid-air, but unfortunately his belly was too big. He finally couldn't escape and screamed. With a sound, he was hit in the belly by the fireball, but still fell to the ground.
This is a sad thing for Fatty. It is obviously this kind of almost cruel special training. With Fatty's physique, after such hellish training, not only is his figure not slim, but he has not lost even half a pound of weight. , but instead it became more and more bloated.
Although he was fucked half to death every day, in less than a month, he had gained more than ten pounds and his waist size had increased by more than an inch.
I think it's probably because after exercising too much these days, my appetite has increased significantly. I have to eat two larger bowls every night than before. Moreover, the cell repair solution seems to have a destructive effect on the body's absorption...
The set of large leather jackets that I finally got was gradually becoming too much for me to wear.
Seeing the fat man falling to the ground, panting like a dead dog, Zhu Rong had a hint of smile in his eyes.
Although this guy still looks so fat now, the fat on his body is much stronger. He detonates bombs here every day, dodges, runs and jumps everywhere, and his physical fitness has also increased a lot. Not to mention anything else, those few days ago The dodge action was quite impressive.
In addition, Lao Tian also taught Fatty some skills, which seemed to be some bodybuilding techniques. These days, Fatty looked miserable when he was being specially trained by him, and was always lazy and resisting. However, when he practiced Lao Tian's body-building skills, he worked extra hard. He even saw this guy a few times at night. Stay up late at night and train yourself outside.
The general reason is that Lao Tian told Fatty intentionally or unintentionally that if you master this set of kung fu, you can dodge attacks and be as light as a swallow. Fatty didn't believe it at first. After practicing for a few days, he was occasionally beaten by Zhu Rong. In the first few rounds, Zhu Rong's series of attacks that he didn't care about were actually dodged by him. Fatty couldn't help but feel elated, and suddenly he was more skillful with Lao Tian. Some confidence.
Of course, once Zhu Rong got serious, he would still burn Fatty like a roasted pig.
But after practicing Lao Tian's kung fu, Fatty became more efficient in dodging during the hell training of detonating bombs. Occasionally, he detonated the wrong bomb and blew himself up, and his injuries were reduced a lot because he dodged in time.
The fat man had tasted the sweetness, and then he shamelessly and secretly pestered Lao Tian. He had already determined that Lao Tian was an extremely expert in martial arts, and he insisted on asking Lao Tian to teach him more, but Lao Tian just smoked a cigarette and stared at him with joking eyes. Fatty: "At your age, it's too late to practice the truly peerless magical skills, and I can't teach you. However, there is a peerless martial arts, and it's not too late to practice it now, as long as you are willing to lay down one I can barely cultivate my heart.”
The fat man's face turned red at that time and asked what it was.
Lao Tian laughed, threw down the words "Sunflower Collection" and drifted away.
The poor fat man was stunned on the spot, his face turned green and red, his eyes widened, full of struggle. But he couldn't help but look down at his crotch, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He couldn't bear to practice this skill no matter what!
It’s okay to cut other things. But since I, Fatty Ma, was born, I haven’t used it seriously once. How can I just cut it off like this
On the other hand, Lao Tian and Zhu Rong were chatting behind the scenes and couldn't help but ask: "Do you really want to train this fat man to become a character?"
Zhu Rong sighed: "How long can we be free? Besides, that boy Chen Xiao will leave sooner or later. We can't always protect him. Training one or two helpers for him can be regarded as a love affair." Yes. Although this fat man is timid and wretched, he still has the ruthlessness of a bachelor at critical moments. I think he can still be cultivated."
What's more, Zhu Rong is a woman after all, and she has a more delicate mind, and she gradually discovered the "weakness" of a fat man.
Occasionally when Yaya is wandering in a coffee shop, Fatty will immediately become energetic when he sees Yaya, even if he is dying of exhaustion.
After making this discovery, Zhu Rong would pretend to be a coincidence and take Yaya to the underground secret room every time when the fat man was dying from training, and deliberately wave him in front of the fat man. Sure enough, the fat man who was already half a breath away , no matter how seriously injured or exhausted, he would immediately jump up from the ground and look like he held his head high.