Reborn 1980 Family with a Shrewd Wife

Chapter 843

Lu Sihui heard it but pretended not to hear it, without looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she still followed the team slowly.

"Captain."

When Deputy Captain Wu saw him, he shouted in a low voice, those at the leadership level of their units don't have to line up at the same window with the station guards, they are in a separate line, he thought Zhou Zixu was standing in the wrong place.

"Ah."

Zhou Zixu nodded to him, stood behind him with a lunch box, looked ahead, and walked slowly with the team.

There were far fewer people at the captain level than ordinary stationers, and Zhou Zixu was quickly lined up, while Lu Sihui's side seemed to have barely moved, there were too many people in front.

Zhou Zixu's eyes flickered, and he really wanted to give his wife a meal, but this is a work unit, so he should be more careful.

The leaders sat at the round dining table to eat according to their ranks, while the others were long tables, with a row of more than a dozen people facing each other, equivalent to more than 20 people sitting at a long table.

Lu Sihui and No. [-] walked towards the corner together with their lunch. The lesbians of the Falcon team were the only two of them now, and they were the only ones out there. Everywhere they went, people offered to give up their seats.

When passing by Zhou Zixu's table, her steps were obviously slower, and she glanced at Zhou Zixu from the corner of her eye, and saw that he was holding a steamed bun in a serious manner, but instead of eating it, she secretly glanced at her.

Seeing her looking at him, Zhou Zixu happily took a bite of the steamed bun, bowed his head and started to eat.

Lu Sihui pursed her lips and walked over, found a seat facing Zhou Zixu, and felt happy to be able to watch him eat.

The training resumed on the first day, and the intensity was not low. After eating and resting for half an hour, the few of them who had undergone special training consciously carried out physical training.

Zhou Zixu brought other newcomers to the Falcons to do physical training. When those fellows saw that the two lesbians were fighting so hard, they immediately felt that they were too weak.

Gritting his teeth and insisting on training, he is no better than the two of them, and he can never be worse than them.

The ideal is nothing, but the reality is very skinny, they are all exhausted and paralyzed, Lu Sihui and No. [-] continued to train as if nothing had happened.

"Are these two women?"

Zhang Changshui is considered to be the best among his friends. He once participated in the national competition with Zhou Zixu, but he still had no match against Lu Sihui and No. [-].

Tired and panting with his hands on his knees, he whispered to Wang Yuzhu.

"It looks like it, it's trained hard, like a man."

Wang Yuzhu raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his face, and watched Lu Sihui and No. 1.5 who jumped back [-] meters high and smashed the concrete floor with their backs.

"Don't talk, have you seen it? Who will say that training is hard in the future? Stand up and see them."

Zhou Zixu glared at the two of them with a cold face, is this cowardly?

In the future, he will guide his comrades according to the intensity of Sihui's training.

"I'm all standing up. Now I'm training to lift the grab. This is standing still. Let you rest for a while."

Zhou Zixu raised one corner of his mouth and revealed a smirk.

Seeing his expression, friends who are familiar with him know that he is holding back again.

Each person was given a piece of the wall, and a brick was hung by a rope on the wall, held flat, and stood motionless for two hours.

Zhou Zixu practiced with him, and he wanted to experience all the training that Sihui had received.

Lu Sihui and No. [-] had stopped throwing themselves.

Standing on the playground with fellow stationmates, holding the step wall and looking at the front sight motionlessly.

No matter how strong the wind is, it is as stable as a rock.

An hour passed, and some friends started to tremble with their arms, and subconsciously looked at Lu Sihui and No. [-], hoping that they would shout tired first and put down their pace.

(End of this chapter)