Zhang Tianxing and Zhao Siyang exchanged glances, both taking off their jackets to reveal their strong physiques.
The classmates and the drill instructor were a bit surprised. The two were so muscular. It was understandable for Zhao Siyang, an athlete, to be in such shape, but no one expected Zhang Tianxing to be so strong as well.
"Is that the legendary eight-pack abs? I really want to touch them and see how they feel."
"You've come to Zhonghai University at the right time, you pervert. This is a rare school with more wolves than meat. As long as you're a woman, finding a partner is incredibly easy."
"If one of them were my boyfriend, I would be so happy."
"They both look so handsome and are both famous. They're probably both very wealthy. These are top-tier potential husbands."
"Of course. Making money is so easy now that they're famous, especially Zhao Siyang. It's said he's swimming in endorsement fees."
"Don't underestimate Zhang Tianxing. He's a significant figure, a classic protagonist material. After the college entrance examination, he started from scratch and established the crayfish industry association, earning him the title of China's number one in crayfish."
"In that case, doesn't Zhang Tianxing have more financial prospects than Zhao Siyang?"
"How much money can you spend? A strong body leads to happiness. I believe Zhang Tianxing is richer than Zhao Siyang, but I don't believe Zhang Tianxing's physical fitness is better than Zhao Siyang's."
"I agree with that view. Let's see how they perform."
"I know Zhang Tianxing will lose. I just hope he doesn't lose too badly, as his talent lies in business."
"But honestly, why is Zhang Tianxing not focusing on his crayfish business and coming to school? Is his brain flooded? If he's in school, won't the crayfish industry be handed over to others?"
"Who knows? We don't understand the world of the rich."
"Stop the nonsense. They're about to start their competition."
Hearing the discussions, Zhao Siyang smiled. What did this mean? The eyes of the public were sharp. What was the point of Zhang Tianxing being rich if his physical fitness was better than his as an athlete? That was impossible.
"Zhang Tianxing, if you can't make it, just say so. We can still be friends. What I said earlier still stands," Zhao Siyang chuckled.
This competition was a piece of cake for him. A person who had reached his level of physical fitness.
As long as he wanted, he could do push-ups until he threw up.
He just didn't believe Zhang Tianxing could do many. A hundred would be his limit.
Zhang Tianxing said nothing, merely nodding at Zhang Xiaodong.
Seeing Zhang Tianxing's signal, Zhang Xiaodong said to Zhao Hu.
"Since they want to compete, let's not stop them. Let's be referees and entertain everyone."
With Zhao Hu's command, Zhang Tianxing and Zhao Siyang began their mechanical movements.
They rose and fell together, arms exerting force, legs straight, embarking on their push-up journey.
The young girls nearby counted aloud.
"One, two, three..."
Zhang Tianxing's roommates rushed forward, shouting loudly, "Zhang Tianxing, go!!"
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes passed...
The drill instructors and students present were a bit surprised.
Zhang Tianxing and Zhao Siyang were now displaying their extraordinary physical fitness, their movements still standard.
Their movements were like a formatted sequence, rising and falling in rhythm.
Zhao Hu looked at their faces. Neither of them was sweating.
Their breathing was steady and prolonged, indicating they still had energy.
"Damn, these two handsome guys are so strong. Being their girlfriends must be highly sought after."
"These two beasts are so strong."
...
Zhang Tianxing thought of nothing, just mechanically moving up and down, repeating the motion as if it had become an instinct of his body.
Seeing Zhang Tianxing's prolonged breaths and regular movements, Zhao Siyang became uncertain. Good heavens, this Zhang Tianxing was playing the underdog, but he had underestimated me, Zhao Siyang.
However, after a few minutes of push-ups, Zhao Siyang felt a burning soreness in his arms.
He felt he could still hold on for a while longer, and it depended on how much longer Zhang Tianxing could last.
I don't believe Zhang Tianxing has received specialized training. Back then, I practiced push-ups specifically. As long as I last longer than Zhang Tianxing, I win.
I remember my teacher praising me back then, saying that as a once-in-a-million genius, he had only encountered one like me in his entire coaching career.
This Zhang Tianxing is definitely not my match, but he's in decent shape to last this long.
No wonder rich people don't want to embarrass themselves. Zhang Tianxing thought he could beat me.
Things are not that simple. It's impossible for Zhang Tianxing to defeat me.
In the realm of push-ups, I am second to none.
Suddenly, Zhao Siyang felt something was wrong. The soreness in his arms was becoming more pronounced, while Zhang Tianxing's movements remained standard.
"The two of them are starting to sweat. Good heavens, I suspect these two have transcended the human realm!"
"If I had this stamina, why would I even go to college? I'd become a professional athlete directly."
Sun Mingfei watched the two competitors. Their physical fitness was excellent, and he was very satisfied.
If such talent were to join the army and be well-trained, they would undoubtedly become a top soldier.
"Zhang Tianxing, how many more can you do? How are you feeling now?" Zhao Siyang asked in a deep voice.
"I'm doing alright, I can still manage," Zhang Tianxing felt it was okay, just like chopping meat. Once the mechanical motion was established, it depended on his willpower to persist.
Hearing Zhang Tianxing's words, Zhao Siyang was enraged. This Zhang Tianxing was so tough-mouthed. He, the number one in push-ups, was starting to feel tired, yet Zhang Tianxing dared to say he was doing "alright."
He really couldn't stand businessmen. He was on the verge of collapsing but claimed he was doing fine.
He would push himself a bit longer to see Zhang Tianxing's limit.
Everyone around was stunned. Zhao Hu looked at the two and said in a deep voice.
"Both of you, stop. I'll call it a draw."
"Drill instructor, there's no second in martial arts, only the first. A draw won't do," Zhao Siyang said unhappily.
Youth was good; they were unwilling to admit defeat. However, he couldn't let them continue.
Zhang Mingfei stepped forward and said, "How about this? I'll give you both one minute. Whoever does more within this minute wins. The movements must be standard!"
"I have no objections!"
"No objections!"
Zhang Tianxing and Zhao Siyang agreed to the request. Zhang Tianxing simply felt the mechanical motion was getting a bit boring.
The little girls who had been counting were dizzy. How many had they counted to? They'd lost track; they were counting for too long, and they were dizzy. The number of repetitions was too high.
Zhao Siyang felt he was nearing his limit. He would go for a one-minute sprint to defeat Zhang Tianxing and show him what a physically fit person was.
The two sped up their movements, starting the final one-minute sprint.
However, Sun Mingfei's eyes lit up. Zhang Tianxing's movements were no different from before, only the frequency had increased, and his breathing remained steady and prolonged.
Zhao Siyang on the other side was slightly worse off, his breathing a bit disordered, and his movements no longer as standard as before.