The hairs all over Zhou Zhihan's body opened automatically, and all the impurities in the body were quickly eliminated under the urging of the wine. Every drop of sweat flowed out, taking away all the impurities shed when the body became stronger again. The muscles and bones of the whole body were tempered, and the blood and meridians were once again After combing through his body for the first time, others may see him covered in sweat and using up a lot of energy, but in fact he is exercising, enjoying the refreshing feeling of his body transforming into perfection.
This time he didn't have to use up his energy with burpees, so he didn't experience pain as his body ascended.
Zhou Zhihan could clearly feel that he was stronger again.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's physical strength is constantly weakening, but he is constantly getting stronger. He does not need to use slightly superior combat skills at all, he can completely abuse his opponents at will.
Every time Ryunosuke Sakamoto slaps himself, Zhou Zhihan can hear the "ding" sound coming from the system, which reminds him to earn air combat coins.
When he was still one meter away from the wine glass, Sakamoto Ryunosuke slowed down a beat again, and Zhou Zhihan snatched the wine glasses away among the fire and lightning.
"Snapped!"
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's face swelled up, and his will began to waver. He hated himself and hated the Chinese even more.
After four slaps, Sakamoto Ryunosuke finally realized that he had fallen into the trap dug by his opponent. The only reason was that he had no brains. If the opponent was not sure of winning, how could he ask for a slap in the face as a competition condition.
But he could no longer stop, he could only move forward.
The game was not over. If he stopped, he would have to crawl under everyone present. This would be more uncomfortable than killing him. He could only grit his teeth and press on.
Every time, he saw victory close at hand, but the wine glass that symbolized victory always flowed away from his fingers in the flash of lightning.
It’s maddening to watch victory slip away.
There were still 3 or 4 meters away from the 300-meter benchmark. Sakamoto Ryunosuke's legs began to weaken. In order to save face, he changed his initial physical distribution tactics and sprinted with all his strength for the first 240 meters. At this time, he was unable to continue and could only He watched helplessly as Zhou Zhihan ran past him again, one step ahead, and picked up the wine glass again.
"Snapped!"
After slapping himself hard again, Sakamoto Ryunosuke wanted to kill someone. He wanted to kill Zhou Zhihan, everyone present, and even more, he wanted to kill himself.
In the last 60 meters, Sakamoto Ryunosuke almost struggled to run over. What made him even more painful was that Zhou Zhihan was also struggling to move forward in front of him. There was only half a step between them, and he only had to step forward. You can surpass him in one step, but this half-step away is a thousand miles away for Sakamoto Ryunosuke!
idiot!
Sakamoto Ryunosuke watched helplessly as Zhou Zhihan took half a step ahead, picked up the last glass of wine, and then gasped for air, with a smile on his face that would make people kill him 100 times without being able to understand the hatred.
"Snapped!"
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's eyes glowed fiercely, and he was even redder than his swollen face. He was like a furious beast, unable to feel the pain on his face.
There was a five-minute break. Sakamoto Ryunosuke walked slowly in place for a minute, then sat down on the ground, then lay on his back. His entire face was swollen.
There was the sound of students clinking glasses everywhere, laughing and yelling. They drank together with Zhou Zhihan, spitting out the fragrance together, and releasing their youth that had nowhere to vent.
This is just the first game. The one who laughs last is the king. Sakamoto Ryunosuke lay on the ground and gasped for air, secretly cheering himself up. The Chinese man drank 600 ml of whiskey and ran 360 meters and turned back. The alcohol gave him the power to survive. That’s pretty good.
Chinese, don't die suddenly before deadlifting. Don't let me lose the opportunity to humiliate you.
Indeed, Zhou Zhihan was gasping for air, his face was redder than the sun because of the wine, his whole body was soaked as if he had been fished out of water, and even his footprints were covered in sweat.
So, as if Zhou Zhihan was drunk, he got up from the ground, stood on tiptoes, and danced into the Swan Lake!
"Oh God! If he is really drunk, aren't he afraid that those beautiful swans in the dance troupe will kill him if they see him?"
"Fuck, this bitch dances really badly, but I like it..."
"Fuck, his dance is not only bad, it's just a piece of stinky shit, but I like this piece of stinky shit..."
Sakamoto Ryunosuke is very strong. The five-minute rest period allowed him to gradually stabilize his breathing. He has practiced hard for many years and has excellent explosive power and endurance. He is determined and firmly believes in deadlifting, defeating his opponents.
The deadlift relies entirely on strength, without any tricks. The stronger the body, the heavier the weight will be.
Although Zhou Zhihan's muscles are well-proportioned and elastic, deadlifting requires a steel-like physique!
"Pour the wine... you stinky shits, all of them look like dicks... move your big butts quickly... go pour the wine, damn it..."
It wasn't until the two of them were resting that Sergeant Jink White opened the second note, and then in the midst of his swearing, the students quickly set up the wine table for the deadlift scene!
Stimulated by the exciting competition between the two, the students were also mentally infected. Many of them held beer bottles in their hands and drank with Zhou Zhihan. Some people felt that drinking whiskey was satisfying and raised their glasses remotely.
Every weekend, the students would relax. They drank, smoked, ate barbecue, played cards, watched movies, gambled, and found mushrooms, but they had never been as happy as today.
second section.
Deadlift.
12 barbells are divided into two rows and six groups for use by two competitors. The two barbells in each group have the same weight, in order:
50kg,
80kg,
100kg,
120kg,
140kg,
160kg,
There is a table between the two barbells in each set.
The first table was set with a small wine glass and a large wine glass.
There is 50ml of wine in the shot glass.
A large beer glass contains 500 ml of whiskey.
The next set of tables were still empty.
The rules of the competition are that the first person to complete each set of barbells will have priority in choosing the wine on the table.
If the person who finishes first chooses the wine in the small cup, the loser will drink the wine in the big bowl and go directly to the next set without completing the rest of the deadlift in this set.
If the winner chooses to drink the wine from the large glass, then the loser will have to pull the barbell again within the specified time before entering the next group.
Beer and whiskey were placed around the four legs of the table.
For the safety of the competitors, in this competition, both parties have the right to give up a certain set of deadlifts, but the loser must drink twice the amount of wine in the big cup to ensure fairness, otherwise it will be considered a failure!
Those who give up this competition will climb on everyone's crotch.
Until this time, everyone finally knew that Zhou Zhihan was a truly ruthless person, so ruthless that he and Sakamoto Ryunosuke did not leave any escape route.
The number of times each barbell set is completed is:
50 kg deadlift 20 times,
80 kg deadlift 15 times,
100 kg deadlift 10 times,
120 kg deadlift 5 times,
140 kg deadlift 3 times,
160 kg deadlift 1 time,
There is no time limit, the first one to finish is the winner.
A student handed the belts to the two of them. Beside each set of barbells, there were several tall students helping to protect the competitors from accidental injuries.
It's training time and if it's wartime, soldiers have tactical belts and tactical gloves.
The two tightened their belts and wrapped bandages on their wrists and palms.
"start!"
As the sentence begins, the first group of 50kg competition begins.
