Sakamoto Ryunosuke immediately panicked. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Zhihan pull up the ninth one, then put down the barbell amidst the cheers of the students, take a big breath, and adjust his condition.
From being two ahead to two behind, Sakamoto Ryunosuke's mentality completely changed. Just when he bent over to pull the eighth one with all his might, he saw Zhou Zhihan also bending over, with his legs slightly spread apart. , holding the barbell with both hands.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke exerts his strength.
Headache.
It seemed as if a sharp knife suddenly appeared in the Dantian below the navel of his lower abdomen, stabbing him painfully into his liver and lungs.
This time, Sakamoto Ryunosuke did not pull up.
And Zhou Zhihan didn't pull up either.
The students made a sound of regret and started fu...ck fuck fuc...ks to the ground and cursed.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke felt that his opportunity had come again, and the Chinese were exhausted.
Now is the time to fight for perseverance and will.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke took a deep breath, resisted the pain in his abdomen, bent down, spread his legs slightly, and grasped the barbell with both hands.
Zhou Zhihan was still breathing heavily.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke endured the pain of having his Dantian cut open and pulled the eighth one up.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke heard the excited cheers of the students!
Now Sakamoto Ryunosuke is only one short of Zhou Zhihan.
Zhou Zhihan just tried the tenth deadlift for the first time but failed.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke was inspired. As long as he could pull up the ninth one, the Chinese would be in a mess, and their breathing would be messed up. Pulling up the barbell would be even harder than climbing to the sky. This was not the last moment of running. Even if you push the 100kg barbell twice with all your strength, you still can't pull it up even if you are a little short of strength.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke and Zhou Zhihan bent down at the same time.
At this moment, the entire playground was silent.
Everyone looked at the two people quietly, silently judging in their hearts whether the Chinese Zhou Zhihan won the deadlift this time, or the Japanese Ryunosuke Sakamoto stood on the starting line again.
"call!"
Ryunosuke Sakamoto pulled up the barbell, and the veins on his forehead popped out, which was scary.
The students all knew what they were doing and knew not to speak out at such a critical moment. Everyone suppressed the cheers held in their throats because they were waiting for Zhou Zhihan.
Now, all the pressure is thrown on Zhou Zhihan.
Most people hope that Zhou Zhihan will lose, hope that he can't pull him up, why should he let you win all the way, why should he let you become God's favorite by yourself.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke put down the barbell and finally returned to the starting line. He took a big breath to adjust. As long as the Chinese couldn't pull this barbell, the balance of victory would completely tilt towards him.
At this moment, all the flies in Ryunosuke Sakamoto's ears seemed to have flown away. While adjusting his breathing, he kept making movements like bending down, continuing to put pressure on the Chinese.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke saw that victory was in sight. No matter whether the Chinese pulled or not, he would go all out for the last pull after adjusting for five seconds.
Zhou Zhihan bent over, holding the barbell with both hands, breathing heavily to reserve energy.
There was deathly silence all around.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke took a deep breath, seized the opportunity, bent over, spread his legs, held the barbell with both hands, and prepared to exert force!
"ten!"
There were overwhelming cries all around.
Zhou Zhihan won again.
It was Zhou Zhihan who pulled it off for the tenth time.
The students cheered again. That's how people are, in most cases they are worse than just a wallflower.
Two lines of blood flowed out of Sakamoto Ryunosuke's nostrils, deflated again, causing his willpower to collapse instantly. Once his heart relaxed, he could no longer hold on, his legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground.
Zhou Zhihan immediately took a few steps forward to support Sakamoto Ryunosuke, but whispered in his ear: "Either drink the wine, or get under my crotch, you bastard with hands stained with Chinese blood." hand!"
Zhou Zhihan stepped forward to support Ryunosuke Sakamoto. In the eyes of the students, he was helping and comforting Ryunosuke Sakamoto.
Although he won the game, Zhou Zhihan was neither arrogant nor impatient. He did not rush to celebrate, but comforted his opponent first. In this regard, people think he is very magnanimous!
tolerance?
Marde, tolerance is reserved for others. There is no such thing as Sakamoto Ryunosuke, a beast whose hands are full of Chinese blood.
Just for show.
I just want him dead.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke wiped the nosebleed and struggled to squat on the ground. He suppressed the blood boiling in his heart and did not speak.
Zhou Zhihan stood up, poured 200 ml of whiskey into the basin, and reached for the beer. Just when the students thought he would chew it with his teeth again, he opened it with two "bop" sounds of his thumb, index finger, and middle finger. beer bottle.
“Fuck…fuc…~ks?”
The students thought Zhou Zhihan's hand was so cool. Did you just chew it with your teeth just for the final fuck~s?
Zhou Zhihan reached out and picked up the cup: "Today, I am very happy to be able to gather with you all in this way.
Here, I would like to thank Mr. Ryunosuke Sakamoto. It is with his help that I can improve so quickly. "
This slap in the face was silent, and it also made people think that Zhou Zhihan was of good character, humble and low-key. If it had been anyone else, he would have had the face and attitude of a winner.
More importantly, it doesn't matter whether what Zhou Zhihan said comes from the heart or whether it is a slap in Sakamoto Ryunosuke's face. What is important is that through this competition, everyone present has gained joy. At the same time, it also releases a lot of stress in daily life.
Since it is a competition, there will be a winner and loser. Even if it is a slap in the face, it is a slap in the face of Sakamoto Ryunosuke, not a slap in the face of the audience. What the audience gets is joy, drinking, swearing, venting, fucking, drinking, yelling fu... …cks…
Although Zhou Zhihan's deadlift performance is not too outstanding in the talented West Point Military Academy.
But he is only a freshman, and with such strength, he is considered outstanding among the freshmen.
In the next three years of college, he still has a lot of room for improvement, and he is very likely to become an elite in the school.
Therefore, everyone raised the wine in their hands and responded to Zhou Zhihan's call.
Who doesn’t want to make friends with future elites?
Are you willing to offend the elite and befriend a complete loser?
nonexistent.
Soldiers worship the strong because God above the battlefield always favors the weak.
People change so quickly.
This is normal, natural selection, who chooses friends and comrades instead of outstanding ones?
Zhou Zhihan held up the basin and said, "I propose that we all drink together and wish you all a happy rest day."
"..."
The students drank heavily again.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke knew that he must drink the 2000 ml whiskey and four bottles of beer today, otherwise, this cunning and cunning Chinese man would never give up. Tomorrow, it would be spread throughout the school about him. Sakamoto Ryunosuke lost and refused to drink. , saying that he is dishonest and dishonest.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke endured the blood boiling in his heart, stood up with force, walked to the table, and poured 2000 ml of whiskey and four bottles of beer into a large basin.
"Sakamoto Ryunosuke, is that okay? No, just don't drink." Zhou Zhihan asked with concern.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's face was as red as a purple pig's liver, his eyes were swollen to a slit, and he was extremely embarrassed. If he had a gun in his hand now, he would kill the sanctimonious guy in front of him without hesitation.
If he had a bomb now, he would throw it into the crowd without hesitation, and let these Europeans and Americans who witnessed his complete defeat go to their God.
The students who were having a drink saw Sakamoto Ryunosuke holding a big basin and immediately regarded him as the focus.
Since this game is called the Devil's Ladder, someone must climb up the ladder before the devil can appear.
Now, Ryunosuke Sakamoto is the one climbing the ladder.
Of course, he will definitely be the devil in the end.
Most of the students drank, and while they were all very enthusiastic while drinking, they expected Sakamoto Ryunosuke to drink up a large basin of wine in one go. This kind of drinking style is rare to see once in life, and no one wants to miss it.
Although everyone knows that Sakamoto Ryunosuke may turn into a devil immediately after drinking this pot of wine, but now is the carnival time. If the devil does not appear, everyone will not feel happy.
You won’t die if you drink this wine. There are good military doctors at West Point Military Academy. How could you let Ryunosuke Sakamoto die?
Sakamoto Ryunosuke sat on the ground with a drink in his hand.
I am willing to admit defeat!
"Gurgling..."
Sakamoto Ryunosuke started drinking. Although he drank slowly, he did not stop.
There was another noise all around.
2000 ml of whiskey mixed with 4 bottles of beer, Sakamoto Ryunosuke drank it all in one go. His face was blood-purple, and a fierce look emerged from his swollen eyelids. He stared at Zhou Zhihan, wishing he could eat him alive.
The devil finally emerged from the ladder.
Zhou Zhihan gave a thumbs up to Sakamoto Ryunosuke: "Sakamoto Ryunosuke's drinking capacity is really good! Do all of you Japanese have such a generous drinking capacity?"
"puff!"
A column of red wine spurted out from Sakamoto Ryunosuke's mouth. After all, his willpower could not withstand the powerful alcohol. He let go of his hand while the world was spinning, and the big basin fell to the ground with a clang. As he leaned back, a stream of Blood mist spurted out from the mouth, drawing an arc.
There were exclamations from all around!
"Military doctor..."
"Fuck...k~fuck, don't let the devil turn into a dead ghost."
"grass!"
