Chapter 569 - 435: I’m telling the truth, you can’t hit me!_2

His face was all wrinkled, he touched his chin, and scratched his head.

"How... how does this work? How can you compare like this? Is it only you who train this way, or does everyone?"

"Strength training emphasizes the gradual increase of load, combining heavy, medium, and light, with small cycles of training in alternation. The distribution of muscle groups and strength is very important for muscle elasticity! Muscle elasticity, do you understand? It directly relates to a person’s athletic and strength potential!"

Fang Huai laughed heheh.

How could I not understand, Secretary General Hao just mentioned it a few days ago, talking about ’live muscles,’ even giving mine a pinch.

Old Randy was even more agitated, chattering on and making it hard for the interpreter to keep up, with plenty of swear words, and in the end, the interpreter could only summarize briefly.

"Uh... he said this is a purely trashy event."

Fang Huai’s face twitched.

This is Chinese turf, Old Lan, I suggest you watch your words.

"This is not a sporting event, but the physical ability we need for rescue. We invited you coaches here to improve our strength level and competition results, the rules can’t be changed, please teach us how to train as safely as possible, how to improve our performance."

The three people fell silent for a while.

Eventually, it was Coach Huang of the decathlon who spoke first.

"Your exercises actually involve too much repetition, many moves actually fall under the same competitive characteristics. To improve performance in the short term, it’s doable, but first, we need to disassemble your set of exercises, find a large number of repetitive parts, and conduct specialized training on those."

Track and field Coach Yin touched his chin.

"Mmm... categorized by the dominant factors of competitive ability, nearly all of your competition events are endurance-driven, a subcategory of stamina. According to the classification of movement structures, they belong to combined multiple structures. With such a complex structure of movements, don’t burden yourselves with too much theory. We can only target endurance and repetitive parts of the movements, creating objective muscle memory through correction of individual incorrect movements and extensive repetition."

The interpreter next to him simultaneously translated Old Man Lan’s words.

"I have many methods, but, Fang, I still think there are many problems with your competitive events."

This stubborn old American.

But, I like it.

Fang Huai smiled and nodded, disregarding Randy’s comment.

"Let’s get started then."

...

The coaches’ training guidance was far from as friendly as when they operated the vehicles.

As they pulled out whistles that they carried with them, it symbolized the start of a gruelling training session.

They analyzed the competition scoring system and, just like with college entrance exams, planned out several categories for focused correction and practice.

Ten people, Fang Huai included, were divided into three groups by the coaches to train every minute detail of the exertion movements.

The first day was mainly focused on the training tower.

At the base of the tower, from stepping out to lifting the knees to jumping, and in front of the ladder, starting from the wrist joints to the elbow joints, directing the force of the muscle groups.

Each movement was practiced to perfection before moving on; mistakes were corrected, and the coaches fully accommodated the limited mental prowess of these physically adept comrades.

The rest of the Second Squadron entered the observation area, with Old Cao instructing them to practice movements along, and to ask loudly if there were any issues.

The coaches’ deliberate showing off worked wonders.

An afternoon passed, and most felt a significant improvement in their jump height after changing their jumping technique.

The ladder, which could surprisingly be dismantled from the wall and laid on the ground for climbing training, had many variations of jumps that could be used to train climbing agility and balance separately.

The rope climbing, which they unanimously considered the simplest part of firefighting training and likely to be overlooked by coaches, turned out to be the best tool for training arm strength according to the coaches. It was a secret of gymnasts, even more effective than the parallel bars.

However, there were many more ways to climb a rope than they had known.

As the whole corps representative team repeated the training, the coaches also demonstrated to the soldiers of the Second Squadron.

To heighten their interest, Coach Huang took advantage of break times to teach them Muhammad Ali’s butterfly step.

Fang Huai watched as the soldiers eagerly learned, fascinated, and was secretly amazed.

These old men were not easy; they had both a professional attitude and rigor, as well as the patience to nurture the interest of the non-professionals. They taught everything from elementary school to university.

The money was well spent.

What made him feel it was worthwhile was the evening.

The original plan was to conduct a safety training and physical recovery class for all the soldiers on the playground, but since the whole corps had arranged for all squadrons to organize people to study tomorrow, such an important course was postponed by a day.

Therefore, the three old men decided to start optimizing Fang Huai’s exertion action tonight.

Old Lan had been limited by the language barrier during the daytime and found it challenging to communicate with so many people through a translator, so he didn’t talk much, but at night, he started to demonstrate his expertise.

The old man had Fang Huai do high knee lifts, then walked behind him, saying he wanted to observe his step frequency, suddenly gave him a push, and as a result, Fang Huai reacted so quickly that he dodged in an instant.

But the forward striding motion of his left foot was caught by the old man’s eyes.

Subsequently, he took out a bunch of measuring tools.

Fang Huai’s height, muscle dimensions, femur length, tibia length, and the distance from the medial malleolus to the big toe... Old Lan specialized in measurement, while the other two assisted. They touched and measured everywhere on his body, except for the sensitive areas.

The forty-odd onlookers surrounding them were extremely curious about this scene.

Fang Huai also felt quite embarrassed by the touching.

Damn it, being touched all over in front of so many people, Yang Shaoqing never touched me like this either!

So, when the coach started to measure his buttocks, Fang Huai finally got a little squirmy and asked on behalf of the curious onlookers:

"Coach, do you need to gather so many body measurements for adjusting exertion?"

Randy looked up seriously and explained, while the translator relayed simultaneously:

"You can never manage what you can’t measure!"

The surrounding crowd instantly fell silent.

Fang Huai also became somewhat resignedly quiet.

Alright, alright, you’re the professional, you call the shots.

But, when Old Randy took out a tape measure and aimed it at Fang Huai’s crotch, Fang Huai finally stepped back in alarm and exclaimed:

"What are you measuring?"

Randy looked up and frowned, muttering a bunch of stuff, seeming a bit cursing and grumbling.

The interpreter couldn’t help laughing.

Fang Huai was not at all amused, feeling a sense of shame instilled by our ancestors. During the military inspection, they had only felt the testicles, who had ever used a ruler for that thing?!

"What did he say?"

The interpreter contained his laughter and said, "Don’t worry, he wants to measure the length of your greater trochanter, right there at the hip socket."

Fang Huai sighed with relief.

But seeing the translator about to die of laughter, he couldn’t help but suspect:

"Did he really say just that after talking for half a day?"

The translator’s smile started to break through, "Do you really want to know?"

Fang Huai’s face began to fall, "Tell me, did he curse me out?"

"He said... he doesn’t need to measure to know that yours definitely isn’t as long as his."

The surrounding soldiers collectively froze, silent as the grave.

Fang Huai’s eyes widened, and his face began to turn red.

With anger.

And the old man underneath him very provocatively raised his eyebrows at him, adding a few more words.

The nearby interpreter was already laughing hysterically.

"When I tell the truth, haha... you can’t... can’t hit me, otherwise, it will be an international incident!"

Fang Huai’s face twitched wildly.

"Hahahahaha..."

Laughter erupted around them like a tidal wave.