seventeen ruthless
Zhou Zhihan's hair was automatically opened, and all the impurities in his body were quickly dissipated under the urging of wine. Every drop of sweat flowed out, and all the impurities shed when the body became stronger. His muscles and bones were tempered, and his blood and meridians were combed and opened again and again. Others saw that he was sweating all over his body and consumed a lot. In fact, he was enjoying the pleasure brought by his perfect transformation during exercise.
This time he did not exhaust his physical strength without Bobby, so he did not experience pain when his body sublimated.
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 doesn't need to use a slightly better combat skill. He can beat his opponent as much as he wants.
Every time Sakamoto Ryunosuke slapped himself, Zhou Zhihan could hear the system making a "ding" sound, which was a reminder to him to earn air combat coins.
When it was one meter away from the wine glass, Ryunosuke Sakamoto was slower again, and the wine glass was snatched by Zhou Zhihan from the fire and electric flowers.
"Bang!"
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's face swollen, his will began to shake, and he hated himself and even more hated the Chinese.
After four slaps, Ryunosuke Sakamoto finally knew that he had fallen into a trap dug by his opponent. He only blamed him for not having a brain. If the opponent is not sure of winning, how could he ask for an independent slap in the face?
But he could no longer stop, he could only move forward.
The game was not over. If he stopped, he had to crawl through everyone present. It was even more uncomfortable than killing him. He could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Every time, he saw victory at hand, but the wine glasses that symbolize victory flowed through his fingers in the lightning.
The feeling of watching victory slip away makes people crazy.
There were still 3 or 4 meters away from the 300-meter benchmark. Sakamoto Ryunosuke's legs began to be weak. In order to save face, he changed the initial physical distribution tactics and sprinted with all his strength 240 meters in the first 240 meters. At this time, he was already powerless and could only watch Zhou Zhihan run past him again, stepping forward, and picking up the wine glass again.
"Bang!"
He slapped himself hard again. Sakamoto Ryunosuke wanted to kill people at this time. He wanted to kill Zhou Zhihan, but also to kill everyone present, and even more to kill himself.
In the last 60 meters, Ryunosuke Sakamoto almost struggled to run over. What made him even more painful was that Zhou Zhihan also struggled forward in front of him. There was only a half-step distance between the two. He only needed to take one step to surpass it, but this half-step was a thousand miles away for Ryunosuke Sakamoto!
Baga!
Ryusuke Sakamoto watched Zhou Zhihan take the lead, pick up the last glass of wine, then gasped, and smiled on his face that people could kill him 100 times without relieving his hatred.
"Bang!"
The fierce light of fire appeared in Ryunosuke Sakamoto's eyes, which was even redder than his swollen face. He was like an angry beast, unable to feel the pain on his face.
There was five minutes to rest in the middle. Sakamoto Ryunosuke walked slowly on the spot for a minute and then sat on the ground, then lay down on his back, his whole face was swollen.
The students clinked glasses everywhere, laughed and scolded. They followed Zhou Zhihan to drink with them, and they vented fragrance together, releasing their youth that had nowhere to vent.
This was just the first game, and the one who laughed to the end was the king. Sakamoto Ryunosuke lay on the ground and gasped, secretly cheering himself up. The Chinese drank 600 ml of whiskey and ran 360 meters to return. The alcohol power was coming up, and it would be good if he could not die.
Chinese, don’t die suddenly before you get it. Don’t let me lose the opportunity to humiliate you.
Indeed, Zhou Zhihan was also breathing heavily. His face was burned by wine and redder than the sun. His whole body was soaked as if it was fished out of water, and even his footprints were sweating.
So, Zhou Zhihan seemed to be drunk, got up from the ground, stood on tiptoe, and jumped up Swan Lake!
"God! He is really drunk, so he is not afraid of those beautiful little swans in the dance troupe, will they kill him when they see him?"
"Fu ku, this bitch is so bad, but I like it..."
"Fu fuck, he danced more than just a stinky dog shit, it was just a stinky dog shit, but I like this stinky dog shit..."
Ryunosuke Sakamoto was very strong, and his five-minute rest time made his breathing gradually stable. He practiced hard for many years, and his explosiveness and endurance were excellent. He was determined and believed in deadlifting and defeated his opponents.
Deadly pulling depends entirely on strength, without any tricks. The stronger the person, the heavier the weight of pulling.
Although Zhou Zhihan’s muscles are well-proportioned and elastic, deadlifts require a steely body!
"Pour wine... you stinky dog shit, all of you... move your big ass quickly... Go pour wine, damn..."
It was not until the two of them were resting that Sergeant Jinke White opened the second note, and then amid his swearing whispers, the trainee quickly arranged the deadlift table on the scene!
Stimulated by the exciting competition between the two, the students were also infected by the spirit. Many people were holding beer bottles in their hands and drinking with Zhou Zhihan. Some people also felt that drinking whiskey was satisfying and raised their glasses to control the remote control.
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 they are today.
The second item.
Deadlift.
There are 12 barbells, divided into two rows and six groups, for two contestants to use. The weight of the two barbells in each group is the same, and the order is:
50 kg,
80 kg,
100 kg,
120 kg,
140 kg,
160 kg,
There is a table between two barbells in each set.
The first table was filled with a small wine glass and a large wine glass.
There is 50 ml of wine in the small wine glass.
A chunky glass containing beer was filled with 500 ml of whiskey.
The next set of tables is still empty.
The rule of the competition is that if each set of barbells is completed first, the wine on the table can be selected first.
If the first person completes the wine in a small cup, the loser will drink the wine in a large bowl and go directly to the next group. There is no need to complete the remaining deadlifts in this group.
If the winner chooses to drink the wine in a large glass, then the loser must pull the number of barbells in the specified time before he can enter the next group competition.
On the edge of the four legs of this table, beer and whiskey are filled with.
For the safety of the contestants, both parties have the right to give up a certain set of deadlifts in this competition, but the loser must drink twice the wine in a large cup to ensure fairness and justice, otherwise it will be judged as failure!
Give up the competition and climb everyone's crotch.
Until this moment, everyone finally knew that Zhou Zhihan was a real ruthless person, so cruel that he would not leave any way out for him and Ryunosuke Sakamoto.
The number of times each set of barbells is:
50 kg deadlift 20 times,
80 kg deadlift 15 times,
100kg deadlift 10 times,
120 kg deadlift 5 times,
140 kg deadlift 3 times,
160 kg deadlift,
There is no time limit, the winner is the one who completes first.
Some students handed the two belts on each group of barbells, and there were several tall and tall students who helped protect the contestants to prevent accidental injuries.
It is now the training period, if during wartime, the soldiers have tactical belts and tactical gloves.
The two tied their belts tightly, wrists and bandaged their palms.
"start!"
Chapter completed!