Interstellar Mecha Chef

Chapter 341 Strengthening Training ①

The second day after her return, Lin Miaomiao joined the ranks of intensive training. To her surprise, it was not Liu Yifei who led the team, but Wen Zixi, who was the weakest among the team leaders.

"Why is it the literary team?" Lin Miaomiao asked Liu Caier curiously, logically speaking, shouldn't the most powerful one be selected for training.

Liu Caier felt bitter when she heard the words, and she wanted to find the most powerful one. She felt that the Wen team was already strong enough. Every day's training could make everyone feel uneasy.

"You'll know if you're powerful or not," Feng Liqin also turned pale in a rare way. The past few days have been too fulfilling and painful, and Team Bai has been too ruthless.

Although You Zixin and Xue Chen did not open their mouths to echo their words, they nodded in agreement with sympathy.

"So powerful," Lin Miaomiao was astonished, even Xue Chen couldn't stand it.

Just as she was about to inquire about the experiences of her friends a few days ago, Wen Zixi stood in front of her with a smile on her face, didn't speak, just stared at her quietly.

"Uh... Is there something wrong with the Wen team?" Lin Miaomiao asked with enthusiasm.

Wen Zixi waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll just take a look. By the way, don't you want to know why I come to train, the reason is actually very simple, because I am the weakest among the captains, and now my mental strength is still low. In the bottleneck period, it is better to let Luo Cheng and the others concentrate on training."

If she hadn't heard what her friends said, she might have believed it, Lin Miaomiao thought about it and said nothing.

As soon as [-]:[-] a.m., the team members lined up and stood in the open space consciously. Lin Miaomiao, who didn't know where he was, was half a beat behind, and waited for everyone to line up before he realized that he stood on the edge of the last row.

"Little cook, can't you find a seat in the front row?" Wen Zixi raised his forehead, "Or do you just like people to set off your short legs?"

"Report! I'm afraid I'll break the formation," Lin Miaomiao replied through gritted teeth, drawing circles in her heart and cursing Wen Zixi, a vicious person.

In fact, Lin Miaomiao is not very short. She has been growing up recently, and her height has approached 1.7 meters. It is a pity that the last row is full of tall male players, and all of them have long legs of 1.8 meters. Compare her to a scumbag.

"It's okay, you're doing intensive training on the first day, so you should join a team," Wen Zixi said, looking at Lin Miaomiao's height, then the team, and found the best position, "Just the second row Right in the middle, hurry over there."

"Yes!" Lin Miaomiao followed the instructions honestly and walked to the second row, but did not rush into the line, but seriously nodded, "1, 2, 3..."

"Little cook, what are you doing!" Wen Zixi couldn't help the black line, was it revenge for his venomous tongue just now, and was deliberately delaying time.

Lin Miaomiao gave him a sideways glance, and replied plausibly, "On the count, you said the middle position in the second row, I have to find out where it is!"

Well, Wen Zixi was sure that she was finding fault on purpose, but she didn't dare to punish her, not because she was afraid of Ye Hongwen behind her, but because she was afraid that some narrow-minded armor maker would stop repairing his mecha, and also because she was afraid of the little cook. He deliberately made delicious food for the teammates of the whole fleet, but he was the only one left out.

It's not that Wen Zixi is timid, but that someone in the fleet enjoys such treatment, and that is Sheng Ruonan, the boss's former admirer. Of course, he will not sympathize with such a low-quality person.

"You stand on the right side of Gu Xiaomeng," Wen Zixi directly pointed out the position.

Lin Miaomiao glanced at him regretfully, but obediently walked to the designated position.

After the team was assembled, Wen Zixi stood at the front and said to the team members, "It's a new day. There are only thirteen days until qualifying. Everyone has to work harder. Today's physical training Yes, run for three hours at the fastest speed on the treadmill, without stopping or slowing down in the middle, otherwise the whole time will be added for half an hour."

Lin Miaomiao was dumbfounded. The intensity of the training was too high. After running for three hours, she couldn’t rest. If she didn’t do it alone, all of them would sit for extra time. This made her feel bad. You must know that the army’s treadmills It is specially made, and it is [-]% faster than the fastest speed of the treadmill in Chenguang.

Does no one object to such a difficulty? Is everyone confident that they can persevere, or is protesting ineffective?Thinking of Wen Zixi's venomous tongue just now, she resolutely determined that the protest was invalid.

"There are all of them," Wen Zixi's voice was very peaceful, without a trace of force, and the volume was not too loud, but it resounded through the entire trainer's room, "Turn left! Go to the treadmill area."

Starting from the first row, everyone walked over in order, and soon each stood next to a treadmill, and adjusted to the maximum speed.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Wen Zixi didn't hesitate. He glanced at the time on the communicator and called out, "It's ten past eight o'clock, let's start!"

Everyone jumped on the treadmill after listening to the order. Lin Miaomiao did not fall behind this time. He jumped on the treadmill as soon as he heard the order and started running like crazy. Run fast, lest you fall off the treadmill.

"Huchi, Huchi," Lin Miaomiao kept panting heavily. After running for about two hours, she felt that she couldn't take it anymore, as if her chest was about to explode.

He distractedly glanced at his teammates on the left and right, and saw that their faces were flushed as if they were about to explode, and their panting was as loud as a bellows. If someone stretched out their hand and lightly poked their fingers at this time, they would probably fall down. Down.

Reasonably speaking, long-distance running should be done slowly, but Wen Zixi didn't follow common sense at all, and asked them to run at the highest speed for three hours, which would be fatal.

Lin Miaomiao really wanted to stop for a rest, or lower the speed of the treadmill to take a breather, but when she remembered the punishment Wen Zixi said, she could only burst into tears in her heart. His face was all gray.

She also remembered that Ye Hongwen used his power to seek personal gain and asked her for leave, saying that her physical condition would definitely not be able to withstand intensive training. It was ridiculous that she thought he was exaggerating at that time.

In the following time, Lin Miaomiao felt that every minute and every second was hard to bear. In order to encourage herself, she kept chanting in her heart, "It's almost time, persistence is victory", and her weak legs were still mechanical. running.

In just three hours, everyone felt as if a century had passed. It was so long and difficult. Fortunately, everyone didn't want to be punished, so they all gritted their teeth and persisted without stopping halfway, and no one lowered the speed.

"It's time! Don't stop right now, just switch to the slowest gear and walk for a few minutes, take your time," Wen Zixi finally said.

His voice instantly turned into the sound of nature, and everyone who heard it felt that this sentence was very beautiful, and they all had the urge to burst into tears.

Lin Miaomiao really wanted to stop immediately and sit on the ground to rest, but she knew that if such strenuous exercise stopped abruptly, it would cause huge damage to her thighs, so she could only follow Wen Zixi's instructions to adjust the speed to the slowest, dragging the sore and limp Walk your legs slowly.

(End of this chapter)