"Okay, that's what you said."

Jia Long gritted his teeth and said, "I'll compete with you. Let's set 300 push-ups, whoever finishes first wins."

"no problem."

Liu Feng said with a smile: "I have another suggestion. I have upgraded the cross-country running with a three-kilometer weight just now. Let's upgrade it to push-ups too! It can also make everyone more exciting."

At this time, the college students from both sides looked at Liu Feng with anticipation.

No one expected Liu Feng to win just now. He dared to accept the challenge of the instructor of the army, which was already very admirable. He won with a huge advantage. God knows what else Liu Feng could do.

Jia Long had an extremely vicious aura at this moment, "Okay, how do you want to upgrade?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "We do push-ups with one hand, 150 with the left hand and 150 with the right hand, a total of 300. Whoever does it first will win."

Wow!

As soon as Liu Feng said, he caused an uproar in an instant.

"Damn it! Do it with one hand!"

"And one hand requires 150 push-ups. I have watched such a fierce man on TV. Today I saw him alive!"

"Nimei! What does it mean to see a living person? It's called the live version. Are you a Chinese student? Can you use words?"

These college students were so excited that they were very excited, and everyone's enthusiasm continued to rise because they found that their expectations for Liu Feng were really worth it. Just one sentence of his words had already made an ordinary push-up match exciting.

"Very good, Liu Feng, you're very good." Jia Long nodded heavily, "I agree with the upgrade contest you proposed. But I want to make one point that even one-handed push-ups must be up to an absolute standard, and every movement must reach 90 degrees of the upper arm and forearm."

"Of course, let's start!"

While Liu Feng was speaking, his body fell forward with a zombie training standard in a military zombie. When his body was about to land, he pushed his left hand forward, supporting his body directly, and his right hand was already behind him.

Jialong also used a standard zombie backward movement and made a one-handed push-up posture.

At this time, both of them looked at each other, and they turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

Liu Feng still had a smile on his face, but this smile seemed to be mocking in Jia Long's eyes.

For some reason, Jia Long suddenly felt a little weak. Maybe Liu Feng performed too well on the three-kilometer heavy-weight cross-country just now, which unknowingly affected Jia Long's confidence.

At this moment, Zheng Yong, who was so tired that he was breathing like a dog, had already walked back and shouted at the top of his throat: "Start!"

cut!

After the soldier lost one game, all the prestige in the hearts of all college students had lost. He came to announce the beginning, which directly attracted boos, almost making him angry and vomited blood.

However, the match between Liu Feng and Jia Long really began. Under the action of one hand, their bodies kept bent down and held up again, and each movement was extremely standard.

"three!"

"Four!"

"five……"

When the second person did the third push-up, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from the second team of the Literature Department.

It was Peng Jiaqi, she was counting for Liu Feng with all her might.

Immediately afterwards, another beautiful female voice joined, "Six, Seven, Eight..."

This sound is from Yang Shiwen. Miss Yang's voice is also beautiful, and the voice is extremely delicate and clear.

Then, other students joined in-

Nine!

ten!

eleven……

After 20, all the students' voices became uniform, and the sound waves were higher and higher.

With the cheers of the students, Liu Feng's speed of completing push-ups became faster and faster. At the beginning, Jia Long and Liu Feng's speed was almost the same, but after fifty, the frequency of the two of them lying on and holding up was different.

After one hundred, Liu Feng led Jia Long at least five moves.

“One hundred and forty-eight!”

"One Hundred and Forty Nine!"

"One hundred and five, Liu Feng is one hundred and five!"

When Liu Feng finished 150 push-ups with one hand, some students almost jumped up.

Immediately, Liu Feng suddenly turned his left hand behind his back and changed to support the ground with his right hand.

Under Liu Feng's guidance, Jia Long also had to change hands, but when he took half of his left hand back, he remembered that his left hand had not completed 150 push-ups.

But when Jia Long was about to support the ground with his left hand again, his movements were half a beat slower. So under everyone's gaze, the Instructor Jia slapped his body flat on the ground, and his whole face had an intimate contact with the ground.

coax!

Jia Long's ugly appearance caused a lot of laughter.

"Instructor, don't rush to change hands. You made 143 left hand, and you are still seven away!"

"Instructor, are you tired and needing to take a break?"

"Liu Feng, the instructor is tired. Do you want to wait for him for a while? Haha!"

Judging from the sounds made by the students at this time, almost everyone was conquered by Liu Feng's performance. They no longer regarded the two soldiers instructors as authority and began to tease them casually.

Jia Long was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, but he didn't have time to be upset at this time, so he quickly supported himself and continued...

But even if Jia Long works hard, the ending is already destined.

When Jia Long changed hands and did 120 push-ups with his right hand, he heard cheers like a tide.

"One hundred and five!"

"It's been 150 times, Liu Feng won!"

"Two hands do one hundred and fifty times, a total of three hundred push-ups, and I won again!"

Jia Long turned his head and looked at Liu Feng. From his angle, he only saw Liu Feng's two calves, because Liu Feng had already stood up at this time.

"Jalong, you don't have to continue because you have lost. If you win like you, you really don't have any sense of accomplishment!"

Liu Feng's voice sounded above Jia Long's head.

"I..." Jia Long stood up slowly, his arms were trembling, his armpits were wet, and his whole face was like purple eggplant. "I did lose this game, but don't forget, we have to compete with three events."

"Then let's go ahead, what's the next one?" Liu Feng said.

call!

Jia Long took a deep breath and made himself cool as much as possible. "Just 100 meters, no one in the anti-aircraft artillery regiment is faster than me."

"Can."

Liu Feng nodded with a smile, and then walked onto the starting line of the track again.

"Liu Feng, come on!"

"Come on Liu Feng, you will definitely win!"

The moment Liu Feng stood on the runway, the Chinese students cheered again.

Jia Long's mood, which had just calmed down, fluctuated again. He stood beside Liu Feng, and the muscles on his face twitched a little.

The more he listened to the college students cheering for Liu Feng, the more angry he became.

"Zheng Yong, what else do you want? I want to compete with Liu Feng for 100 meters. Don't you announce the start of the game?" Jia Long, who was extremely angry, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Zheng Yong.

"Ah, ahhh...start!"

Whoosh!

Zheng Yong was stunned for a moment when he was scolded, but as soon as he shouted the word "六" when Liu Feng shot out like an arrow.

Damn!

Jia Long was so angry that he was about to roll his eyes. By the time he realized, Liu Feng was already one half ahead of him.

The most important thing is that Liu Feng's speed is too fast, as fast as a gust of wind.

Jia Long shook his legs and almost used the strength to feed himself, but he still watched Liu Feng run farther and farther away, and the distance between the two became wider and wider.

The short distance of 100 meters is only a matter of accomplishment for excellent sprinters within ten seconds.

But in just a hundred meters, Liu Feng actually threw Jia Long out more than ten meters away.

bite!

When Liu Feng rushed to the finish line, a strange young man standing with Sun Chengfeng and Du Ge suddenly made a crisp sound in his hands.

I don’t know when a stopwatch appeared in the young man’s hand.

"Zixuan, are you timing him?"

"Wei Zixuan, this kid runs quite fast, how are his grades?"

Brother Du and Sun Chengfeng asked with a sinister face.
To be continued...