Chapter 523: Doesn't Anyone Think Pull-Ups Are Kind of Perverted?

The playground.

Everyone in Class Four was jogging on the outermost lane, while a certain someone was running even further outside the outermost lane, alone in an area that didn't even have a track laid down.

"One sometimes feels rather aggrieved for the right hand. Everyone has a tacit agreement, defaulting to running clockwise. As a result, whether on the inner or outer lane, compared to the left hand, the right hand always counts as the outer lane. Over four hundred meters per lap, it always has to run a few meters more than the left hand. Over a lifetime, that adds up to thousands upon thousands of meters. It's truly infuriating."

"And most boys are right-handed. They all use their right hand to show off, and it gets very tired every night too."

"The right hand, so pitiful."

"This mouse me, also so pitiful."

A certain Mr. Bai Bufan, who refused to reveal his name and had isolated himself from everyone in Class Four, said resentfully at this moment.

Tsk.

Bai Bufan's empathy ability was still too strong.

The last time I witnessed such powerful empathy was in a TV drama, when it was discovered that the Kuomintang had been completely infiltrated.

"Heh."

In response, Lin Li returned the exact same cold laugh as You Jun.

"Damn it, power really is something that coexists with corruption..."

Amidst Bai Bufan's complaints, the crowd ran to the equipment corner.

You Jun, who had walked straight over, was already there.

Soon, Wang Ze and Xie Wenjing also arrived, bringing several mats for sit-ups.

To save time, You Jun actually had Xie Wenjing take the girls to start testing and record their scores directly, while he came to handle the boys' pull-ups.

Angry and chilled — why was he comfortable letting Xie Wenjing be both examinee and examiner supervising the girls, but wouldn't let Wang Ze be the examiner supervising the boys?

Clearly during PE class Wang Ze was more of a lackey and did more grunt work, yet he still wasn't trusted with the boys? This is simply gender discrimination.

Suggest renaming insulin to 'Uncle-Kou-Su' to appease public resentment.

"Anyone want to go first? If no one does, we'll go by student number order."

"Remember, you must grip the bar with both hands in a standard grip, shoulder-width or slightly wider. From a motionless straight-arm hang, pull your body up until your chin clears the top edge of the bar, then return to a straight-arm hang to complete one rep. During the movement, your body must not swing excessively."

You Jun ignored the boys' resentful gazes, patted the roll book, and asked.

Bai Bufan struck Lin Li's palm hard with his own back, then voluntarily stepped forward.

Then, under You Jun's gaze, he retreated and began muttering about Lin Li's family spectrum.

"Teacher, how many for a perfect score?" Lin Li stepped forward at this moment and asked casually.

"15."

"That cheap?" Lin Li stood under the highest bar, looking surprised, and spoke while loosening up his body:

"Teacher, I'll cover Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei's share. I'll do 45. Later, give all three of us perfect scores, deal?"

You Jun: "(；o_o)?"

What the f*ck, is this human speech? This thing can still be treated?

Bai Bufan, Zhou Baowei: "!"

This is the most pleasant human speech! This thing really can be treated!

"You do 45 first, then talk." The corner of You Jun's mouth twitched slightly.

You should know the current world record for pull-ups in one minute is only seventy-four, and the women's record is only forty-four.

Of course, the physical test isn't timed; hanging on the bar to recover is allowed. But anyone who does pull-ups regularly knows that trying to actually do one, rest, do another is completely unrealistic.

Most people burn out just hanging there.

Bai Bufan: "Lin Li, remember the first fifteen count as treating me. Put yours at the back."

Lin Li: "o. o?"

Being able to say something like this, nothing would work even if Bai Bufan's family treated.

Rubbing his hands, Lin Li jumped up, grabbed the bar. Without using momentum to swing, he first dropped straight down, revealed a Dragon King smile to the crowd, and only then began exerting force upward.

"One, two, very standard. Three. Later you all follow Lin Li's standard — hanging very straight, pulling up very high. Six..."

You Jun nodded to the side, directly using Lin Li as the demonstration case.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, impressive. Done. You usually train a lot, right? Seventeen..."

"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three? Twenty-four..."

You Jun's gaze gradually grew somewhat surprised.

"Holy sh*t? He's really treating?"

"For real? Did Lin Li turn on creative mode and pad an air wall underneath?"

And by the time Lin Li had long since reached the perfect score standard yet was still continuing, and had entered the twenty-something double digits, the surrounding male spectators would tacitly shout out the number each time Lin Li did one, throwing in a few 'holy sh*ts' and exclamations for good measure.

The girls on the side were all drawn over by the commotion.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

Already hitting the thirties, Lin Li finally appeared slightly fatigued. After each rep, he began taking a fraction of a second to exhale and inhale before starting the next.

Of course, it was an act.

In reality, Lin Li didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue. Doing another thirty in the next thirty seconds would be a piece of cake. It's just that showing off still needs to be appropriately paced.

"Holy sh*t! Thirty-eight! Thirty-nine!"

Lin Li panted 'exhaustedly'.

You Jun smiled: "Just six short. Lin Li, can you make it?"

Commentator Bai Bufan was also a bit nervous: "Don't give up, Lin Li. If you stop now, Baowei and I get perfect scores, but you only get nine. Baowei would feel guilty!"

Zhou Baowei: "o. o?"

Whether my conscience is at ease or not aside? Bu Fan, what about you?

The onlookers Chen Yuying at this time cupped her hands into a megaphone shape, cheering with a smile: "Lin Li~Go on~"

"Holy shit! Forty! Forty-one! He's revived! The Eastern Sea Emperor has returned! Is this the power of love? Class monitor, shout a few more times, maybe Lin Li will become invincible directly!" Bai Bufan exclaimed in shock.

Although there was still Teacher You Jun present, You Jun being a PE teacher and also responsible for the sports-special recruitment students, he wouldn't care about such student romance at all, let alone do something like snitching, so there was no need to worry.

"His hands started trembling! Is he exhausted? Can't he lift it up anymore? Class monitor, quick! Quick! Shout! Now only you can do it——"

Ding Si Han: "Lin Li, go on!"

"Holy shit! Lin Li just went limp! Everyone saw that? Just now he did half and then collapsed, almost letting go! Damn it, that look, his consciousness seems to be dissipating! Is he spitting white foam? Ding Si Han, ya mie lo!! You're not allowed to cheer anymore!!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Ding Si Han's forehead faintly revealed the shape of blue veins like a #.

She maintained a smiling face, but the sound coming out, rather than laughter, sounded more like teeth grinding.

Damn Lin Li.

Ding Si Han suspected he was doing it on purpose, but had no evidence.

If it weren't for Lin Li being in the exam right now, I'd definitely go up and give him a Leo flying kick.

However, there was a substitute available on the scene!

"Ding Si Han, no kicking the commentator! Red card, send off! Red card, send off!" Bai Bufan, who got hit on the butt unprepared, hurriedly fled.

"Forty-three!" However, after Lin Li did another standard one, both of their attention immediately returned to the horizontal bar.

"Forty-four!"