Mr. Guo's words made Wu Fei and the other three who were originally happy to be able to rest tomorrow immediately dejected.

"Xiaotong, you have been scolded by Mr. Guo before? Is it as hard as he said?" Wu Fei glanced outside the house and asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Le has had training volume like these in the past few days, and no matter how big it is, it will be gone." Xiaotong's whole face was mournful. Wu Fei also heard it, that is, he had never tried training volume in the past few days.

When Wu Fei, who was already full of confidence, turned his head to see Xiaole, found that he was still calm, like an outsider.

"Aren't you worried or afraid?" Wu Fei asked curiously.

Xiaole smiled, shook her head lightly, and then gestured a few more times.

"The boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. When the car reaches the mountain, there will be a road!"

Xiaotong's translation is very concise. Perhaps Xiaole's optimism has infected him, and a smile appeared on his face.

Both of them could let go, so they had nothing to be afraid of. Wu Fei also laughed, helped to pack up the dishes, fetched water and took a shower, and went to the kang to fall asleep happily.

Although Uncle Guo had already said to give him a day off, Wu Fei's biological clock still woke him up on time.

After putting on his clothes and shoes, Wu Fei planned to go out for a morning jog, but suddenly he thought that Mr. Guo said he would carry a gun to train soon, so he turned around and took off the gun hanging on the wall, and carried the bullet on his body.

As soon as I went out, I found that Xiaole and Xiaotong had also gotten up, and they were wearing guns like me. The difference was that in addition to guns, Wu Fei only carried a bullet bag, and they also had dry food bags, kettles and grenade bags, which were almost exactly the same as those bandits in Ermashan when they went to war.

Wu Fei didn't have these things. He was about to ask Xiaotong how to get all these equipment, but he saw Xiaole pointing to the ground in front of him.

Looking along his fingers to the ground, Wu Fei realized that they had prepared a complete set of equipment for themselves, as if they were sure that they would run a morning run this morning.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Wu Fei smiled happily and walked over quickly. He picked up these things and hung them on his body. Although he had seen other people wearing these things, he did not understand the order and the method of wearing them. Fortunately, Xiaole and Xiaotong helped him quickly sorted them out.

"What's this?"

Wu Fei asked curiously about the two heavy things left on the ground.

"Sandbag!" Xiaotong smiled gloatingly: "This was made by Mr. Guo for Xiaole before, but now they belong to you!"

Wu Fei had seen Xiaole sew these two things with dark green canvas before, but he just didn't know that there was sand inside.

"You used to run around with this thing tied up?" Wu Fei looked at Xiaole, and what he got was naturally his nod.

"Including that time of competition with me?" Wu Fei was very surprised. The two sandbags were carried in his hands, each of which had at least ten pounds.

Xiaole still nodded.

"Then I won you last time?" Wu Fei didn't continue. He was a man with a strong self-esteem and a stubborn temper. He thought he could crush Xiaole, but he didn't expect that although he lost, he lost and tied up the sandbag of about twenty pounds on his feet. The blow to his self-confidence at this moment was not a little bit Xing'er's, but a naked humiliation, which made Wu Fei almost no courage to face them.

Xiaole noticed Wu Fei's disappointment, took the sandbags from his hand, carefully tied them to Wu Fei's calves, and finally gave him a thumbs-up.

"Wu Fei, Xiaole values ​​you very much. You can't let him down and I and Mr. Guo." Xiaotong said the word "respect" very seriously. As for him and Mr. Guo behind him, it was obviously the only one who was in the secondary.

Xiaole has already expressed his actions, and Xiaotong has also spoken like this. If Wu Fei is still hesitant, then he will be too pretentious.

"Let's go, let's start running!" Wu Fei nodded firmly, then ran out first, waving while shouting.

Soon Wu Fei knew the impact of tying a sandbag on running. He always felt that there was a force on his feet that was dragging him down. He couldn't even speed up. After running around the back mountain for a few laps, he obviously felt that he was about to be unable to keep up with Xiaole and Xiaotong.

Fortunately, this was the spontaneous relaxation run of the three of them, and no one restricted their speed. Seeing that he was a little troubled, Xiaole and Xiaotong also slowed down.

With Xiaotong chattering and the concerned eyes that Xiaole cast from time to time, this heavy morning jog, was over without realizing it.

After returning, the three of them were surprised to find that Uncle Guo had actually prepared breakfast. Obviously, he found that the three of them had gone to morning exercises.

Wu Fei and the others were very moved by both meals in a row. In the past, except for leading them to train, he didn't even leave the door and was stuck in the dark room all day long.

"Today I will let you rest and recover. Just practice in the morning. It's best to rest honestly at other times, otherwise you will not be able to bear it tomorrow." Mr. Guo ate very little, drank a bowl of porridge and left, and even gave a reminder in front of the door.

"I don't want to cook for you bastards." Seeing Wu Fei and the other three looking surprised and happy, Mr. Guo added against his will.

"Old rule, whoever loses will wash the dishes!" As soon as Mr. Guo left, Xiaotong shouted excitedly like a rabbit who released a cage.

"What old rules?"

Wu Feike never knew any old rules. Before training, he almost bought it for cooking and washing dishes.

"Xiaole and I used to be scissors and stone cloth. Now that we have more of you, let's just put your palms and backs!" Xiaotong had a rare idea. In Wu Fei's memory, he used to be just Xiaole's follower and phony tube.

"In the past, you all decided who did the housework by stick-scissors? Why didn't anyone tell me? It turned out that you were bullying me." Wu Fei pretended to be a little angry.

"In the past, you just picked up a bad boy and couldn't be considered his own people. Why do you want to tell you that it would be great if someone ordered him?" Xiaotong didn't care about Wu Fei's seemingly angry words, but instead insisted on making sense.

However, the words "Owner" in his words benefited Wu Fei very much. He also knew that if he hadn't been so heartbroken to a newcomer, there would definitely be a process in between.

Now it seems that not only Mr. Guo really accepted him, but also Xiaole and Xiaotong also accepted him. This recognition is far more than any praise, or even more than possessing a gun, which makes Wu Fei happy.

"Since it's a rock-scissor, why do I seem to have never seen Xiaole cook? Could it be..." Wu Fei actually understood that Xiaotong would lose to Xiaole every time, but he deliberately teased him.

"Plump and back of hands, are you here?" Xiaotong's face turned red, and she seemed a little angry.

"Come on, come on, come on, who is afraid of whom." Wu Fei and Xiaole looked at each other and decisively stepped on the back of their hands. Xiaole also stepped on the back of their hands as if they were in tune with each other, and Xiaotong...

"Lost again!" someone sighed sadly.
Chapter completed!