At four o'clock in the morning, Du He had just closed his eyes and was woken up by Jiang Ling personally with a gong.

Fortunately, Jiang Ling still knew how to keep his strength, so Du He just retching and didn't really vomit.

Even so, Du He was also angry.

At home and abroad, Du He has thoughtful people to serve his daily life, but he has never enjoyed such treatment. He was immediately surrounded by great anger.

"what you do?"

Du He rubbed his painful temples while accusing Jiang Ling next to him angrily.

Jiang Ling had already changed into a strong outfit, and sneered with a bad expression, pointing to the very subtle skylight on the window and said, "I'm doing odd jobs, I've finished practicing the exercises and started the activity. What's the face do you have to continue sleeping? Don't get up quickly!"

Du He arrived in Shanghai in the middle of the night, and it was almost three o'clock after talking to Jiang Zhongye. At this time, he was not sleeping enough. People who lack sleep won't have a good temper. However, Du He forced himself to hold it down and put on a blue cloth cotton shirt, followed Jiang Ling out of the house.

Jiang Ling was told this by Jiang Zhongye last night, and handed over the task of taking Du He to Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling naturally agreed. The beam that had been formed at night had not yet been resolved. This was simply a waste snack delivered to the door. It would be useless not to eat it!

In fact, there are no chores in Liankui's class. The prices in Shanghai are high, so there is no one who spares money to support the miscellaneous work. The members usually perform their own responsibilities. When there is a performance, they will get things done one by one.

So Jiang Ling's way of playing tricks is all about Jiang Ling's mouth.

An attractive fragrance came from the canteen. Du He hadn't eaten for almost a whole day. When he smelled the smell, he immediately became hungry. He covered his stomach and walked towards the canteen unconsciously.

Jiang Ling frowned and shouted, "What are you doing when you go there?"

"Eat!" Du He said for granted.

Jiang Ling smiled angry, crossed his waist and cursed: "You are a waste snack, but you are really just staring at the snack. Are you working? That meal is for people who get up early to practice. Do you really think that you are practicing sleeping skills?"

Du He stood still, and the man said the same thing and said to do odd jobs, so he obeyed the rules of doing odd jobs. Du He refused to leave and turned around and looked at Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling was so full of pleasure. This dead Ah He made her unable to accomplish anything yesterday, and she was scolded by her father, saying it as if he was a second Japanese devil!

This time, the feng shui has changed, right?

With a cough, Jiang Ling pretended to look around. The place where everyone got up early to practice came into view. Jiang Ling turned his eyes and pointed his fingers lightly, saying casually: "You level the ground over there first. Everyone will come here to practice later. If it is not smooth, don't eat breakfast."

Du He looked at Jiang Ling's fingers and saw a sandy land as big as a basketball court. Various equipment was distributed at will, and there were deep and shallow pits on the ground, which were all kicked out when exerting force.

It was the twelfth lunar month, and the temperature in Shanghai was less than five degrees. The soil layer overnight had become stiff. If you level it back, it would take no more effort to dig a hole.

Du He knew that Jiang Ling was trying to win, so he took a rake without saying a word and started raking from the ground.

Jiang Ling took out a bag of chestnuts from somewhere, and sat skillfully on the bar and looked at Du He, eating and watching, from time to time, he kept saying a few cold words.

Du He held his encouragement and tried his best to dry his hands that had never taken tools. At five o'clock, Du He was sweating profusely, sweating all over, and even his hair was wet.

At this time, a few young people came out of the room in scattered stars and came over yawning.

"Wow! Jiang Ling, you got up so early! This little brother is a newbie who practices martial arts? It's the first time I've seen him!" The young man looked at Du He's age and said frankly, saying Jiang Ling so much that he wanted to kill him with the chestnut shell.

Although Du He is simple in mind, he is not stupid. He knows that Jiang Ling doesn't get up so early when he hears this, so he must have been fooled.

But after all the work was done, Du He didn't intend to say more, just wanting Jiang Zhongye to see his determination, nodded to the young man, and briefly introduced himself: "My name is Du He, I am a new choreographer, so take care of him."

The young man replied subconsciously: "Ah, oh, my name is Tu Dachun, just call me Dachuner. I am born in the 21st year of the Republic of China, where are you?"

"You, you, you, don't you practice? Go quickly! Otherwise, don't eat!" Jiang Ling kicked Tu Dachun angrily, and Tu Dachun greeted Du He, and the few people laughed and went to their respective places to warm up.

Du He looked at it without looking at it.

Although magicians seem to be a job without physical strength, there are actually many magicians that require magicians to have super high physical and strong psychological qualities. Both are indispensable. Otherwise, the magic that looks thrilling will have a fault, which is extremely serious consequences.

Therefore, in addition to maintaining your hands and practicing speed, magicians are also a necessary subject.

Du He has practiced some physical fitness, but it is not as targeted as here.

He just observed when cleaning. Many exercise equipment should be customized. He has never seen it outside, and he has never heard of it. It should be a sensation of Lian Kuiban's foundation for many years.

Du He was in a daze when he kicked him, and he staggered forward a few steps, almost losing his balance.

Du He shouted without thinking: "Jiang Ling, can you be more civilized?"

Jiang Ling laughed and kicked Du He without any hesitation: "I'll ask you if you want to eat. Since you don't want to eat, then go and repair the roof! It's raining these days, and a lot of leaks!"

"Eat! Why don't you eat? Jiang Ling, I'm just a choreographer, not a tiny person, why don't you ask me to build a house for you directly?" Du He was so hungry that he didn't care about being indecent, so he hurriedly followed Jiang Ling's footsteps, and his mouth was flexible for the first time and he replied in time.

Jiang Ling rolled his eyes and turned his mind a dozen regulations in an instant, vowing to call Du He the one who was obedient to call her grandma.

Du He didn't know Jiang Ling's plan, and put a crispy fried dough stick in the big cake that had just fried in the canteen, and then a bowl of fragrant salty soy milk. Du He was instantly satisfied.

The delicacies at home are not as good as the soy milk and fried dough sticks in the ideal country, which makes him feel at ease.
Chapter completed!