The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

"Is Zhou Ding really also a thorn in the side?"

Ning Zhiyuan crossed his arms and looked at it for a while, turning his head and asking Yu Weining.

Zhou Ding: "...Why do you ask that?"

Luo Kun and Wang Wangcai looked at each other: looking for abuse.

Ning Zhiyuan spit out two words: "Too great food."

Zhou Ding was unconvinced: "You go ahead!"

Ning Zhiyuan, who didn't say much, rolled up his sleeves and punched the machine to destroy it.

"Uh……"

Ning Zhiyuan pulled his hand out of the machine: "No, is this machine so fragile?"

Zhou Ding shrank his neck, if the thorn head had to be of Ning Zhiyuan's level, he really wasn't worthy.

Yu Weining took Ning Zhiyuan's hand and examined it carefully: "Does it hurt anywhere?"

Only Huang Tenyi glanced at the boxing machine that no one spoke up for: "It's considered a work-related injury. Let's send it to the factory to add an AI intelligent program and change it into a guard robot for early retirement."

Ning Zhiyuan thought to himself that this was not early retirement, but that he had to continue working until he was scrapped.

When capitalists see this, they will shed crocodile tears and say: I learned it.

Everyone was happy, eating, drinking and having fun all day long, and even their dreams were light and beautiful.

All this only lasted until breakfast the next day.

After breakfast, Yu Weining's additional training came.

Zhou Ding touched his chubby belly and protested in a low voice: "Teacher Yu, it is not suitable to exercise too much just after eating, as it will hurt your stomach."

Yu Weining: "First walk 10 kilometers on the treadmill to digest food."

Walk 10 kilometers to eat.

Zhou Ding really wanted to say that if he walked 10 kilometers, the food in his stomach would be digested, but he was afraid that Yu Weining would increase it to 20 kilometers after he said it.

Yu Weining's additional training is scientific, step-by-step, and squeezes out the last bit of strength from people.

The floor was littered with paralyzed people.

They looked at the guide with envy as he served milk tea in his left hand and fried chicken in his right hand.

Torment!

This is both physical and mental torture!

The sweat of Zhou Ding's hard work flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yu Laosi~"

Ning Zhiyuan picked up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into Yu Weining's mouth.

Zhou Ding took a sip and said, "Our training is also very hard. My kind-hearted guide, please give me a piece of fried chicken!"

Ning Zhiyuan pushed the fried chicken bucket in front of Zhou Ding: "Let's talk about chicken and not talk about it. We should be civilized."

Zhou Ding couldn't wait to get up and put his hand into the fried chicken bucket.

Ok? !

empty!

It couldn't be said to be empty, as the aroma of fried chicken still lingered inside.

Zhou Ding turned the fried chicken bucket upside down on his face and took a deep breath, making him even hungrier.

Yu Weining ate fried chicken and took out a tissue to wipe Ning Zhiyuan's hands.

"When you're hungry, go to the restaurant to eat."

"Yes, the restaurant is open for dinner!"

As soon as Zhou Ding got up, he rushed to the restaurant.

He rushed so fast that he didn't hear Yu Weining's words: "I still have strength, but I don't have enough training."

The sentries climbed up with weak hands and feet: "..."

If the training volume increases tomorrow, I will greet Zhou Ding with Aruba!

Then tie Zhou Ding up and stop him from eating delicious food in front of him!

The next day, Yu Weining did increase the amount of training - only for Yu Zhou Ding.

Tailored.

Zhou Ding cried like an idiot while training.

Ning Zhiyuan was very happy to see it.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like for Zhou Ding to be a thorn in the side.

After training, Luo Kun and Wang Wangcai borrowed a trolley to push Zhou Ding to the restaurant for dinner.

Zhou Ding was lying on the table, so tired that even the chopsticks in his hands were shaking, which did not stop him from inhaling the food crazily.

When he is well fed and drunk, he is a good man again.

There are many people who train extra before the game, but only Yu Weining's group is so exhausted from training.

While having lunch, his colleague kindly reminded him: "There will be a competition tomorrow. Don't train them too hard and save some energy."

Yu Weining nodded lightly: "Yes, so I let them rest for the afternoon."

When they heard that there would be no training in the afternoon, the sentinels who were originally as angry as a dog and exhausted suddenly became energetic.

"Teacher Yu! Can we have free time in the afternoon?"

"You can take me with you for your free time. I'm too tired and want to sleep."

"Come on, don't think I don't know that you stay up secretly in bed playing games at night."

Zhou Ding slowed down his eating speed: "I saw a few new restaurants opened on the takeout platform. I want to pamper them one by one this afternoon!"

Yu Weining's colleague: ...These kids are really resistant, why are they still a little envious? The students he taught looked obedient, but in fact they refuted his words in an orderly and well-founded way.

I can write an 800-word essay on whether I should train more before a game.

Back in the room, Ning Zhiyuan sat on the edge of the bed and swayed with his feet: "Yulaosi, I haven't even done any extra training. Aren't you worried about my game tomorrow?"

Yu Weining's eyes fell on Ning Zhiyuan's round toes.

It's strange that he thinks human toes are cute.

"Don't worry, even if you don't perform well on the final day, you will still be in first place."

"Wow, Yulaosi thinks so highly of me~"

Ning Zhiyuan covered his chest with both hands and made a heart-holding gesture: "I will definitely not let down Yu Laosi's expectations~"

“When I get on the podium, I will tell everyone that I am where I am today thanks to the generosity of Yulaos!”

Yu Weining: "A generous donation?"

Ning Zhiyuan: "Spar, my crystal master!"

Yu Weining: "You are very strong even without the spar."

Both of them thought of the big-ass Kabuto when they first met.

"Ahem." Ning Zhiyuan made an excuse at random: "Hitting is for kissing, scolding is for love. If it's not enough, I'll kick you, right?"

Ba Ba, please forgive me for being young and ignorant and making the following mistakes. I did it purely to express my admiration for Ba Ba~

Yu Weining said "Hmm" and couldn't help but touch his ears: "That's right."

I thought: Ning Zhiyuan really fell in love with me at first sight.

Ning Zhiyuan noticed Yu Weining's reddish earlobes.

Hey, his brain has gone to some weird place again?

The next day, Ning Zhiyuan entered the competition venue and found a seat to sit down.

This time the gaze falling on him was a little more fearful.

Under the attention of many people, Ning Zhiyuan took out a white plastic bag and put it at his feet, then leaned on the back of the chair in an inconspicuous manner, crossed his legs and started to eat melon seeds.

The sentry sitting on his left couldn't help but ask: "Are you not nervous at all?"

Ning Zhiyuan answered rather perfunctorily: "I'm nervous, can't you see my feet are shaking?"

Sentinel in the back row: "As the old saying goes, men are poor when they are poor."

Ning Zhiyuan immediately stopped shaking his feet and put the melon seeds back into the paper bag.

He clasped his hands together and muttered: "Don't blame me, God of Wealth, I will never shake my feet again."

The sentries who were a little further away couldn't hear what he was saying, so they all guessed:

This may be a superstitious method to improve combat capabilities in a short period of time.

They scoffed.

"Hey, the competition is all about strength and pretending to be a ghost."

Ning Zhiyuan started eating melon seeds again and found that many sentries were clasping their hands and closing their eyes.

"It's almost the game, isn't it too late to start praying to God?"