"Don't dare, I still think it's ridiculous, don't worry, you'll hate me for a while, and you can't get rid of it, don't worry." After speaking, Zisu jumped to the front, and began the first frog jump training in their lives around this yard.

So much so that later, whoever mentioned frog jumping felt that their legs and stomach were sore, and this sequelae lasted until these eight children frightened the whole world.

After this period of recuperation and training, these eight children have a very solid physical foundation, and they all have the character of not admitting defeat in their temperament, and they began to jump, but after skipping fifty, they can't take care of it.

Although it was still morning, the sun was not big, and all the frog jumpers, including Ling, began to sweat, their throats seemed to be burning as if a fire was burning, and their heads were like a dozen flies drilled into them, making a noise.

His feet and legs were so sore that he felt numb as if he wasn't himself, and the original formation began to fall apart, staggering from time to time, but the eight little ones were still holding on.

There were two children with average physical fitness who had begun to fall uncontrollably on their knees, but they didn't want to give up because they had more experience than their peers.

Ling's situation was not much better, relying on her good physical strength, she began to jump fast, and Zi Su jumped nearly a hundred frogs, Zi Su didn't care, she just followed her own rhythm, and she felt very sad about the kind of stupid choice that only a young and vigorous young man would make.

However, after five hundred, Ling felt that he was not wrong, his legs were sore and numb, as if tens of thousands of steel needles had been pierced, he unconsciously messed up the rhythm and breathing, and his lungs began to ache faintly.

Two hundred frog jumps is a number formulated by Zisu according to the age and physical fitness of these children, and if there are too many at once, it is harmful to the bones of the lower limbs of the body.

However, even so, the eight children staggered, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered, but the children's hands were worn out a lot because of the frequent support on the ground, and there were blood marks.

It was also the first time for Zisu to train at such an intensity, his temples jumped suddenly, sweat flowed down like rain, and it was a little funny to look at Ling, who was also paralyzed on the side.

"Get up for me, I can't hold on to such a little training, walk around the yard for me, massage each other's leg muscles, or I don't mind massaging you myself." Zi Su Qiang stood up.

"Yes." The eight little ones struggled to stand up, shook their legs, and walked around the yard until their breathing gradually smoothed out, and then Zisu asked them to attack each other with their legs and stomachs, which was what Zisu called "massage".

"Girl, your training is interesting, how did you come up with it?" Feng Qingyang felt more and more interesting that his little apprentice had received, but he didn't expect that he could still have such a fun thing when he was old.

"Think about it yourself, Ling, you are also idle, give me a one-and-a-half-high horizontal bar in the courtyard, it looks like this, it must be completed before dawn tomorrow." Zisu drew a schematic diagram on the ground.

"Wooden?" Ling asked.

"Yes, smooth logs, about the thickness of your wrists, and some rope." Zisu thought for a while and said.