As soon as the third fat man finished muttering something, he picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. He almost spat it out because of Nan Heng's words. He coughed several times until his face, which was full of fat, turned red.
Ten, ten
Even if he was a fat man, he wouldn't be able to eat so much.
Really instantly experiencing the feeling of being suddenly "taken care of" by the boss, the third fat man silently smacked his lips, and this time he didn't even dare to say a word.
But actually the main problem has nothing to do with the steak and pork bone rice, right
Isn't it important that the boss is sitting next to Feng Ling right now
Feng Ling pushed the rice in front of him forward: "No need, I can't eat these, the extra four portions will be given to San Pang."
The third fat man quickly shook his head and waved his hands, with an expression on his face as if he was asking for help from Nan Heng.
Nan Heng didn't look at him, and didn't say whether she was allowed or not to give the meals away. He just said lightly: "It's free. I'll train for five hours after returning to the base in the evening, as long as you make sure you are full."
Five hours
Feng Ling's eyes flashed, and the third fat man and everyone sitting there no longer envied the boss for taking care of him, and everyone looked at him with sympathy.
The physical training at the XI base is simply devilish training, okay? One hour can kill half a person's life. These five hours of physical training...
The boss is probably not planning to let Feng Ling see the fourteen-year-old Yang Yang.
Feng Ling turned to look at the man next to her who could almost determine her life or death with just one sentence.
Nan Heng glanced at him meaningfully. The black battle uniform jacket he was wearing was casually worn at the moment. Inside was a black T-shirt, which clearly outlined the outline of the man's perfect body with clear texture. At close range, the man's pure hormonal aura almost covered up the excess air around Feng Ling. More importantly, there was a hint of danger in the man's eyes, as if to remind him that even if he had to leave the XI base for two days, Years, but he will not leave until the day after tomorrow, and he will torture her for at least two more nights.
Just when Feng Ling pursed his lips silently, a pair of chopsticks were suddenly thrown in front of his eyes.
"eat."
“…”
"At least two bowls, otherwise I won't care about you until you're so hungry that you collapse during training at night. You should continue to practice when you need to."
“…”
Does he like to torment people so much? Or do you just dislike her
Feng Ling picked up the chopsticks and started to chop the rice. After eating one portion, he looked at the steak next to him and couldn't eat it at all.
But at this moment, the third fat man suddenly interjected: "Steak is a good thing that can build muscle. Xiao Feng Ling, look at you. Not only are you thin, you don't even have any muscles on your body. Last time we trained, you had two. Your arms are as thin as a little girl’s. Eat more, it will be good for you!”
Feng Ling immediately raised his eyes and gave San Fatty a fierce look.
The third fat man continued to gloat about his misfortune, but before he could finish his joy, the waiter who had already left just now walked in with ten portions of steak and ten portions of pork bone rice.
As soon as he saw what they brought in, the third fat man only glanced at it, immediately let out a loud burp, and his eyes froze.
While Feng Ling was cutting the steak and slowly stuffing it into his mouth, he glanced at the dumbfounded San Fatty with a half-smile, and said to him: "Turn all the fat on your body into muscles as soon as possible, eat more, it will be good for you There are benefits.”
The third fat man: "..." I lie down in a big trough. If I eat all this, I will die!
He just made fun of Feng Ling, but the boss actually wanted to kill him in such a despicable way.
We are all men, why should we be treated differently? ! !
…
At night, everyone returned to the base.
It was rare that we didn't have to train at night. After eating and drinking, we went back to take a shower and rest.
However, Feng Ling was carried out of her residence by Nan Heng like a kitten at around nine o'clock in the night, and she was taken directly to the training ground.
Feng Ling ate two portions of rice and two portions of steak each, and felt uncomfortable. When he was suddenly carried here, Feng Ling, who never liked to show his emotions, had an obviously ugly look on his face.
"Boss, my stomach feels uncomfortable, can't you just let me lie down for a while?"
As a result, before she could finish her words, Nan Heng pushed her directly to the horizontal bar, and then grabbed her collar with an indifferent expression and lifted her onto the horizontal bar.
Feng Ling had to hold on to both sides of the single pole to stabilize her body. At the same time, she looked at him with an incomprehensible expression. However, the man looked at her obviously uncomfortable look. Not only did he not have the slightest sympathy, but he looked disgusted. He said, "I feel so uncomfortable that I should use exercise to speed up digestion. When you go back to bed and lie down on your stomach, do you plan to wake up tomorrow morning and vomit and defecate because of the accumulation of food?"
"Is it that serious?" Feng Ling has been able to eat well since he was a child, but he didn't know there was such a thing as overeating.
Nan Heng said "ha": "Are you going to appreciate it if I give you the opportunity to strengthen your physical training?"
Appreciate it
First, he deliberately forced her to behave like this, and then he took her out and threw her on the horizontal bar to force her to exercise to digest the food in her stomach. Whoever the hell wanted to accept this love, she didn't accept it.
However, Feng Ling was still watched by Nan Heng and continued to do physical training for three hours on the training ground. Finally, when he did ninety-seven push-ups, he couldn't get up anymore and just lay on the ground helplessly. The whole person became a corpse, motionless.
Nan Heng came over and kicked her legs: "Continue, there are still three more to go."
"Boss, it's been three hours." Feng Ling lay still on the ground and said with his eyes closed: "I owe three today, and I will make up for thirty next time."
When the man heard her words, he sneered low and narrowed his eyes at him coldly: "Didn't you promise me that you would throw me over your shoulder? You couldn't even hold on to the last three push-ups. With your ability, don't do that." To say it was a fall over the shoulder means that if you actually go out to do missions in the future, you will be defeated by your own physical strength before you even meet the enemy."
Feng Ling frowned. Even though the man's black leather boots were stepping on her back in a forcing manner, she still gritted her teeth and added the weight on her back to her already weak body. , he raised his arms bit by bit, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Ninety-eight."
Nan Heng looked at her indifferently, his feet still on her back. When the kitten, which had no strength to stretch out its claws, counted to one hundred, he took his feet back, turned around and pointed with his chin. Muscle stretching equipment in the distance: "Go up and stretch your limbs for half an hour."
This time, Feng Ling no longer lay weakly on the ground. He only glanced at the sweat dripping from his forehead, and got up bit by bit. He stumbled first, and then turned to look at the man standing in the black. The man with a cold and solemn expression stabilized his figure and walked over.