Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 242 The three of us want to prove something to you

Zi Qiao ultimately chose to dub "The Three Musketeers' Pampered Love, Foolish Granny Liu Can't Escape," not because its plot was the most reliable.

On the contrary, this novel is one of the most explosive works in this stack of manuscripts.

However, in so many bizarre novels that challenge the limits of human capability, whether it's more or less explosive is actually not that important anymore.

Judging solely from the difficulty of the dubbing, the book that Nanfeng chose for himself was indeed very considerate.

There's a lot of narration and description, and even when there are dialogues, it's all male-dominated, so there's no need for the characters to pretend to be female.

Moreover, the characters in the Three Musketeers are all national-level animations, and he can imitate the voice acting in the animations, which is much simpler than letting him figure out on his own what kind of voice should be used for each character.

Of course, he was also very interested in seeing how this bizarre novel would develop.

Humans are always curious about the unknown.

Aside from the bizarre and outrageous content of the voice acting, Zi Qiao's first voice acting experience went relatively smoothly.

It wasn't because he was some kind of one-in-a-million voice acting genius; it was simply that Nanfeng didn't dwell on it.

Nanfeng is a perfectionist, but he wouldn't expect an outsider to pursue perfection like him.

Even though Zi Qiao's voice acting was full of flaws, he didn't need to make a living from it. So Nan Feng's requirement for him was that as long as he was willing to do the voice acting seriously and not just do it half-heartedly, she would just plug her ears and pretend she didn't hear it.

If curry sauce were made like this, Nanfeng would have already started banging on the table.

Even with everything going smoothly, it was already six in the morning by the time Ziqiao finished dubbing.

"Ugh, I'm so tired and sleepy."

Ziqiao lay slumped on the table, looking utterly exhausted, as if all his energy had been drained.

He hadn't slept much to begin with, and he was incredibly tired.

Not to mention that during those two hours, if I had even the slightest thought of just reading it casually to get by, Nanfeng would have noticed it in the following moments.

This meant that he genuinely experienced a voice-over job for over two hours.

Now that I've relaxed all of a sudden, I'm overwhelmed by sleepiness and fatigue.

He suddenly felt drowsy, and his eyelids began to droop.

"I never knew voice actors had it so tough," Ziqiao murmured.

"This is nothing."

Nanfeng stood up and tapped the table: "It's almost time, let's go."

"Where...are we going?" Ziqiao asked groggily, his eyes barely open.

"At this time, of course I'm going for my morning exercise."

"Oh, so it's morning exercise..."

"Morning exercise!"

Ziqiao mustered all his strength to lift his head, opened his eyes wide, and asked, "Do we really have to start our morning exercise now?"

What do you think?

"Hehehe..."

Ziqiao was on the verge of tears: "What kind of mess have I made?"

"Serves you right!"

Nanfeng said with a smile, "Young Master Lü, becoming a hero is not as simple as you think."

"If you want to sleep, you can give up now."

Are you challenging me?

Ziqiao braced himself up on his arms and stood up: "I accept your... challenge..."

He said, yawning.

"You're really quite persistent."

Nanfeng pointed to the bathroom: "Why don't you go wash your face first? That will make you feel more refreshed."

Ziqiao walked towards the restroom in a daze.

When Ziqiao finished washing his face and came to the living room, Nanfeng handed him a bottle of lemonade.

"Take a sip, and I guarantee you'll be instantly energized."

"I knew I couldn't escape this damn lemonade today."

Ziqiao closed his eyes and gulped down several large mouthfuls, then his whole body began to tremble from the sour taste.

His entire face scrunched up, and after clicking his tongue several times, Ziqiao finally exclaimed, "That's powerful!"

It's really sour, but it's also refreshing and invigorating.

"Let's go," Nanfeng said.

The sunrise in winter always comes later. When the two came downstairs, the sky was still dark and unclear, and they could only see a few scattered stars when they looked up.

The two arrived at a spacious square, and Nanfeng gestured for Ziqiao to start warming up with him.

After Nanfeng taught his son Qiao to finish a set of Tai Chi and Baduanjin exercises, the first rays of dawn finally fell on the square.

"Warm-up complete, let's start running."

Nanfeng put his left hand on his hip and drew a circle with his right hand: "Let's just run slowly around the apartment."

"Running around the apartment?"

Ziqiao asked, his heart pounding with fear, "How many laps?"

"Hmm...of course, it depends on my mood."

Nanfeng smiled brightly at Ziqiao, and even though Ziqiao hadn't started running yet, his heart was already racing.

Ziqiao gave a shy smile: "Nanfeng, this is my first time going for a morning run. You're not going to push me too hard, are you?"

Nanfeng thought for a moment and replied, "Hmm... it depends on my mood. Maybe I'll want to exercise more if I'm in a bad mood today."

Ziqiao said angrily, "You..."

"Hmm?" Nanfeng raised an eyebrow at Ziqiao.

"You're absolutely right!"

The flexible and adaptable Zi Qiao gave Nan Feng a thumbs up: "When you're in a bad mood, you need to exercise more to vent it out."

"Then what are you still dawdling about?"

The south wind pointed forward: "Run!"

"good!"

Ziqiao started running slowly.

Nanfeng stood still, quietly watching the guy run forward at a speed of 30 seconds per 100 meters.

At this speed, even Zeng Xiaoxian might be able to fight Ziqiao to a draw.

Ziqiao kept moving around, but he never heard Nanfeng make a sound.

He turned around curiously, only to see Nanfeng still standing there, smiling at him.

Seeing that Ziqiao finally turned around and looked at him, Nanfeng's smile instantly turned into a devilish grin.

Under Ziqiao's horrified gaze, Nanfeng pulled out a sword hilt, casually flicked it, and a several-centimeter-long iron baton appeared.

"Depend on!"

Ziqiao was shocked. Wasn't this the telescopic baton that Nanfeng had carried with him when they went fishing at Dianshan Lake?

He remembered that he had asked Nanfeng for a spare baton, but when the four factions besieged the Love Apartment, Yifei broke it in half as a physical deterrent.

Nanfeng, you even brought this thing with you when you went out for training!

"Lu Ziqiao!"

Nanfeng shouted, "Guan Gu was eighteen years and thirty-two months old when he got spanked. You don't want to surpass his record, do you?"

"Nanfeng, you son of a bitch!"

Ziqiao was so angry he was jumping up and down, but when he saw Nanfeng running towards him with a sinister smile, he was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

The two began a chaotic morning run around the apartment, chasing each other around.

Although Lu Ziqiao has been repeatedly recognized as a once-in-a-century genius in physical training, with a naturally stronger physique than others, even the best physique cannot withstand his abuse like this.

His work and rest schedule was irregular, he drank alcohol every day without fail, and his sex life was even worse.

With his constant physical activity, his body is already in a state of sub-health.

If Nanfeng really wanted to catch up with him, he would beat Lu Ziqiao's buttocks until they were swollen, and he would have to lie on his stomach for three days and three nights.

So, although Nanfeng appeared to be charging forward aggressively with a baton in hand, he actually kept his running speed under control.

Nanfeng listened to Ziqiao's heartbeat and breathing the whole time. If he ran too fast, she would slow down so that his heartbeat could gradually decrease. If he dawdled and ran too slowly, she would rush up and give him a whack with her stick to make him feel the pain.

The two ran around the apartment again and again until Zi Qiao was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

At this moment, Nanfeng, who was still breathing heavily, even had the energy to make sarcastic remarks to Ziqiao: "Lu Ziqiao, why don't you just admit defeat?"

Ziqiao had already started to inhale deeply through his mouth, and he was drenched in sweat, not wanting to say another word.

He just stubbornly shook his head.

Nanfeng paused for a moment, then continued, "It's already quite an achievement that someone as lazy and gluttonous as you has managed to get this far."

Even if you admit defeat now, no one will laugh at you.

Ziqiao shook his head again.

"Yifei and Yumo aren't unreasonable people. They saw how exhausted you were, so they wouldn't blame you for giving up."

Ziqiao remained silent, only shaking his head once more.

Nanfeng finally asked, slightly annoyed, "Are you so insistent that I play the piano?"

Ziqiao turned to look at Nanfeng and shook his head firmly at Nanfeng.

He was panting heavily, and sweat was dripping down his face so much that Ziqiao could hardly open his eyes.

Ziqiao finally managed to say to Nanfeng, word by word, in a short pause between breaths.

"Nanfeng, I said yesterday that we would never force you if you didn't want to."

"I can admit defeat, but I absolutely cannot admit defeat because I can't persevere."

Upon hearing Ziqiao's words, Nanfeng, despite having a vague suspicion, still instinctively asked, "Why?"

"Because winning or losing isn't important. What's important is that the three of us want to prove something to you, prove..."

Ziqiao's face was flushed and his lips were pale. He waved his finger and pointed to his throat to indicate that he really didn't have the strength to speak while running.

So the two of them silently continued running forward.

Nanfeng only sped up and ran up to Ziqiao when he was really too exhausted to run anymore.

"Our morning run is over."

With a rosy complexion and slightly panting, Nanfeng ran backwards while looking at Ziqiao, whose face was already flushed and whose lips were pale.

"Don't stop suddenly after you've finished running. Walk slowly and gradually slow down."

Seeing that Ziqiao was about to stop, Nanfeng quickly reminded him.

Ziqiao rolled his eyes at Nanfeng, but then nodded to show his understanding.

He was so tired that he didn't want to talk, otherwise he would definitely have argued with Nanfeng again.

The two gradually slowed down until Ziqiao stopped.

Ziqiao leaned against the big tree behind him and began to breathe heavily.

It took him about a minute to recover.

Ziqiao rubbed his face and shook off the sweat from his hands: "Nanfeng, you really pushed me to my limits today!"

"Adults should engage in at least 150 to 300 minutes of moderate-intensity aerobic exercise or at least 75 to 150 minutes of vigorous-intensity aerobic exercise per week."

"I'm helping you achieve your small health goals."

"No need!"

Ziqiao patted his kidneys: "I definitely meet the standard for high-intensity aerobic exercise every week."

Nanfeng stared at Ziqiao's kidneys with ill intent: "Young people always speak so boldly. I really hope you'll still be this hard when you're thirty-five."

"Then let's discuss this issue together when I'm thirty-five. Who knows who will be tougher and softer then?"

"snort."

Nanfeng snorted a few times and reached out to Ziqiao: "Let's go home."

"This is the first time I've heard you refer to an apartment as a home."

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)