Chapter 92

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Small Gymnasium of Jiangning University was built according to the latest standards of Europe and America.

Costing tens of millions of yuan, a venue with only 2,000 seats was constructed; the facilities inside were naturally advanced. It was mainly used for competitions and practices of some niche events, primarily those in which Europe and America held traditional advantages — cycling was the venue's largest event, followed by wrestling and judo, all of which could be entered in the University Games.

They were also the main reason Jiang University was willing to invest huge sums.

In addition, weightlifting, billiards, and fencing were also placed in the Small Gymnasium, each occupying a portion of the territory, gaining a small advantage.

The establishment of the gym, besides allocating time for various sports events, was more for the bodybuilding program. As more and more people were influenced by European and American aesthetics, the number of people willing to choose this course also increased day by day. Furthermore, time needed to be allocated to the training squad; here it was packed for a full 16 hours a day.

Compared to this, the training equipment in the military was much simpler and more ordinary. The instructors responsible for military training took this opportunity to try it out. For the school, this also counted as an extra benefit granted to them, and they were allowed 24-hour use.

Just like other soldiers accustomed to Military Region equipment, Chen Heng finally found something interesting and went in enthusiastically, saying as he walked: "Last time I went back, I specially tested it out; let's do it again."

"At that time, I just did it casually; it wasn't my fault the ground was slippery." Chen Yi just wanted to escape military training; how could he be willing to play along with him?

That day moving boxes in the suburbs, it was also his first time using a Strength Scroll, so he couldn't quite grasp the control to some extent.

"Casually once, and you flipped over a military academy honors student? Do you think you're Rambo?" Chen Heng's eyes widened in anger: "Think about how many trips I've run back and forth these past few days, huh?"

"Yes." Chen Yi lowered his head painfully.

Two soldiers in formal wear remained on guard at the front entrance and asked: "Students enter by swiping cards."

They had replaced the original administrator uncle.

Chen Heng showed his officer's ID and said solemnly: "Can we go in?"

The soldiers hurriedly saluted and made way.

A company-grade officer could be big or small, but those able to be in the Garrison Command were not simple.

Chen Yi hurriedly followed; along the way he saw officers in neat summer uniforms, officers in messy summer uniforms, and the most numerous were officers without shirts on — cool at heart, natural poise.

A small number of students were concentrated in their respective training areas; there weren't many left now — quite a few events hadn't even started training yet.

Chen Heng looked left and right, saw no one he recognized, and wasn't anxious; he said first: "Do you know how to bench press?"

"No."

"I'll teach you; this requires a spotter; don't practice it when you're alone." Chen Heng said, finding a soldier without a barbell, and shouted: "Brother, help me spot."

"Okay." Soldiers are all straightforward; he came over laughing: "Not from our unit, right?"

"Garrison Command. Little brother studies here; I came over to look around." Chen Heng said as he lay supine on the bench, hands grabbing the barbell, exhaling lightly.

The soldier also stood behind his head, slightly gripping the barbell, glanced at Chen Yi, and laughed: "This is a good school, ah."

Chen Heng smiled, gradually gathering strength, using his whole body, and pushed the barbell up slowly and steadily.

For the upper limb muscles, the bench press has the most significant effect; because it affects the most muscle groups, it is also the standard movement in various strength competitions.

The bench press standard required by the NFL in the United States uses 225 pounds as a base and measures by calculating repetitions. Among them, freaks can do 40 or more, while quarterbacks and running backs, etc., those who can do 20 are already outstanding.

Chen Heng's height was comparable to Chen Yi's, weight around 80 kilograms; currently pressing a 100-kilogram barbell, it counted as great strength.

The old soldier cooperated by counting: "One, two, three..."

He did five reps straight; Chen Heng put it back in place relatively easily, panted a few breaths, and laughed: "A Yi, did you see clearly?"

"I saw clearly." Chen Yi was very depressed.

His absolute strength should have exceeded 200 kilograms by now; pressing 100 kilograms naturally posed no problem.

But he didn't want to reveal it in front of everyone; the Holy Qiao training method, plus the miraculous effect of the Divine Oil, produced completely different results.

"Try it." Chen Heng used an imperative sentence.

Chen Yi looked at the barbell plates on both sides and said: "Settle my matter first, then we'll talk."

"What are you anxious about." Chen Heng was surrounded by soldiers, and he himself was suddenly full of military spirit, swift and decisive.

Chen Yi had to lean close to his ear and whisper: "If the instructors see me bench pressing, how do I ask for leave again?"

"Big brother, I'll handle it; where would sick leave be needed." Chen Heng glanced at him sideways: "If it weren't for the fact you earned money for the family, I wouldn't bother with your business. You wait..."

Saying this, Chen Heng went up through the gaps in the fitness equipment, asking everyone he met: "Who's the person in charge?"

Don't look at his rank not being high, but with Uncle Chen Guoliang backing him, in Jiangning military circles he was unstoppable; officers dispatched to the university for military training would definitely be willing to help.

Chen Yi picked up a green barbell plate from the ground, boredly weighed it in his hand, and asked the old soldier: "10 jin heavy?"

"10 kilograms." The old soldier watched his movement, dumbfounded, also picked one up to test, and nearly twisted his wrist.

Chen Yi secretly stuck out his tongue, not daring to play around anymore. Ever since practicing Body Technique, his sensitivity to weight had decreased; this was also unavoidable. The weight he had been accustomed to for over ten years had undergone a huge change in a short time.

Another young officer came to the bench press bench, looked strangely at Chen Yi, and asked: "Using it?"

"No, you go first." Chen Yi hurriedly yielded the spot.

The other party, a group of three, quickly began adding weight to the barbell.

"Red is 25 kilograms, 4 plates is 100 kilograms, the 1.5 kilogram ones are yellow, exactly 103 kilograms." The old soldier kindly introduced this, mostly on account of Chen Heng's face.

103 kilograms is roughly 225 pounds; the other party looked like he still had strength to spare, speed neither fast nor slow, even more relaxed than Chen Heng.

The old soldier called out a "Good"; Chen Yi found it fun and couldn't help calling out along.

After Body Technique Level 9, his breath was full; the word "Good" spread throughout the whole venue, making the young man currently bench pressing unable to continue; he sat up, both annoyed and amused.

Stanik, who had just finished extra training, wiping sweat, immediately recognized Chen Yi's voice.

No other reason; the impression was simply too deep.

Not to mention the Vatican's investments front and back, just the 19 men he lost at Zhu Guangliang's hands meant that for a considerably long period of time, there would be no manpower available.

Moreover, he still had to worry whether someone would implicate something else.

He didn't know the follow-up affairs, but toward Chen Yi he inexplicably generated a sense of distance.

He didn't want to get too close to Chen Yi.

Therefore, after hearing Chen Yi's voice, he didn't step forward immediately, but turned around wanting to leave.

After making the move, Stanik only then suddenly realized, knocked his head, and walked forward silently.

Regarding the trip to China, he had already changed from being full of pride and satisfaction at the very beginning to becoming dejected and dispirited.

Of course, Stanik still had firm perseverance and would strive to complete his mission, only no longer like he had previously imagined, overturning all opponents and smashing through all obstacles.

He had just arrived at the bench press area when he saw Chen Yi helping someone load barbell plates.

Subsequently, only to see that little officer huffing and puffing for half a day, yet actually unable to lift the barbell.

Only then did someone say: "You loaded 25kg red ones, the 2.5kg red ones are this kind……"

Chen Yi lowered his head to look at the two barbell plates just loaded, and sure enough, 25kg was written on the front.

Stanik's heart stirred, feeling that him grabbing a 25kg in one hand was a bit too easy, so he began observing from the side.

After a moment, Chen Heng returned bringing Lieutenant Long Zhongxiao, chatting and laughing like old friends of many years.

The military is a big stage, Chen Guoliang is the stage director of Jiangning, all other actors have to act according to his cues.

Although Chen Heng had the full bearing of a military man, requesting connections and borrowing family influence and such things, he still did them with consummate skill——as an aristocratic scion, he enjoyed the family's benefits from birth, but after growing up, because of the ruling class's propaganda, he gave up repaying the family, and instead kept himself pure; this is not only stupid, but also extremely selfish. Besides idol dramas doing it to explain the importance of love, few people really do this.

"This is my younger brother, Chen Yi, this is my Lieutenant Long Zhongxiao, the Dragon of China."

"Polite, polite." Lieutenant Long Zhongxiao had no airs at all, extended his hand and said with a smile: "Chen Yi getting into Jiangning, really not bad."

Chen Yi chuckled, handing the negotiation mission over to Eldest Brother.

The two had apparently already discussed the specific details long ago; after a moment, Lieutenant Long Zhongxiao called over an instructor, precisely the commander of the company Chen Yi was in.

Don't know what the other side said, Chen Heng had already dragged Chen Yi to the front of the bench press bench.

"Get up." Chen Heng said rather viciously.

"Three years in the military, if not a bandit then a bandit, Eldest Brother you have prospects." Chen Yi couldn't escape left or right, lay back down, grabbed the barbell, and said: "If you really want to know that much, start with 200kg."

Anyway, he just wouldn't lift it up.

"Go to hell, start from 35kg, do a few reps, talk after the form is standard." Chen Heng glanced at the red barbell plates, hmphed, and pushed his hand saying: "Distance between hands no more than 80 centimeters, grip the knurling."

"Good, lift slowly."

Chen Yi heard, exerted force with both arms, and slowly lifted it up.

If he couldn't even lift a 35kg barbell, that would be too fake.

The old soldiers nearby originally watched laughing hee-hee haw-haw, but when Chen Yi had done two bench presses, they started shouting loudly: "Good heavens, careful, careful don't get hurt."

"What injury from 35kg?" Chen Yi's head spun around, still having energy to speak.

Chen Heng looked around suspiciously, thinking the old soldier was warning someone else.

Unexpectedly the latter saw he wasn't taking it seriously, decisively ran over himself, helped grip part of the barbell, and only then said quietly: "Look at the plates on both sides of the barbell."

Coming from two or three meters away, plus the time speaking, Chen Yi had already done 5 reps.

This fellow felt the quantity was about enough, and with energy to spare placed it back on the rack; the old soldier's eyes were already staring like ox eyes, both hands pressing down on his arm, shouting: "Don't get up yet, Lao Liu, Lao Liu, is there a military doctor? Come take a look."

"What's wrong?" Chen Heng also had a face full of puzzlement.

The old soldier said angrily: "You as the big brother, look at how many kilograms this totals."

"The bar is 20kg, 6 pieces of 2.5kg red plates……" Chen Heng recited half before realizing it was wrong, his eyeballs almost popping out, hatefully saying: "Who the hell put 25kg barbell plates on as if they were 2.5kg?"

"They originally placed 25kg."

Chen Heng cursed in anger, also pinned Chen Yi down not letting him get up, saying: "What normal person bench presses 6 pieces of 25kg, who the fuck put them on?"

Chen Yi said quietly: "It was me who helped load them just now."

The surrounding people swarmed over at once, someone pressing fingers counting: "6 pieces of 25kg, plus the 20kg bar, that's 170kg?"

"170kg!"

"Who lifted 170kg?"

"Fuck lifted, that kid did a full 5 reps."

"Which company? Let's arm wrestle." Early on a big burly officer, like hearing a flower girl, ran over.

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