C365 Zhao Xiao Ming Was Definitely Going to Lose?

"Kid, you admit your mistake now and treat him to some food, it's not too late, Xiao Qiangbing and I know each other, I can. . . "

Captain Mimi walked over, she walked quickly, giving off the unique aura of a goddess as she spoke with some sympathy.

When Zhao Xiaoming saw Captain Mimi, he immediately felt an itch in his heart and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It wasn't that this fellow was astringent, but the key was that Captain Mimi was too goddess-like. He was tall and imposing, and he gave off the feeling of a goddess. Tsk tsk. He said it in a beautiful manner.

He decisively stopped and smiled at Mimi. He simply stretched his body and showed off his nonexistent muscles. He said with a face full of goodwill:

"Goddess, don't worry. I am the War God of China's younger generation. No, I am the representative of the God of Wisdom. Look at me. . . "

After bragging, Zhao Xiaoming strode towards the temporary dojo.

This guy first said to himself: "F * ck, this sex @. . . What a charming officer, do it properly. Use my mighty body to leave the most beautiful impression in the depths of her heart. It's very likely that she'll be able to ask me out in the future. "

Then, he took Crab Steps and imitated the boxing style in the movies. He waved his arms and called out to the two assistants who had been temporarily pieced together at the back: "Keep up, keep up. Victory and defeat will depend on this. Don't forget to applaud. "

His boastful flaunting and thick-skinned arrogance immediately caused a wave of ridicule.

Everyone in the team knew Zhao Xiaoming. A fat guy who missed the target and even competed with Alito in physical fitness.

Physical strength was the foundation of combat strength. Alito could choose to work in the headquarters. He was tall, burly, and had long legs. He had taken the initiative to compete in push-ups. It looked like he could crush Zhao Xiaoming with just a glance.

The competition began.

The three of them lay together. Zhou Qian, who was at 4700, acted as the referee. She took out a watch and started counting.

The yellow root pillar was in the south, Alito was in the middle, and Zhao Xiaoming was in the north.

As the match began, Alito looked left and right. The corners of his mouth revealed a smile of success. He thought to himself, "Little fatty, I guarantee you won't last ten minutes. With your fat body. . . "

From the beginning, he and Huang Gen had done very standard push-ups. They were very imposing, their breathing was uniform, and their movements were standard. Looking at Zhao Xiaoming again, he had just done more than ten push-ups. His face turned red, and his breathing became hurried.

His hands struggled to support himself, rising and falling up and down. That chubby belly began to be unable to take it anymore, and continuously fell to the ground. Even experienced people could tell that if another twenty or thirty push-ups came, the little fatty would definitely be tired to the point of squatting down.

"Damn fatty, if you can't do it, then what are you trying to do? You can't even move when you look at beautiful women. Serves you right. If you lose, just wait and see. My brothers won't kill you, sigh. . . " Xiao Qiang Bing was so angry that he kept blaming him in his heart.

Now, no one could help him. Alito stayed alert in the middle. Lance and the others were watching from the side. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, no one could cheat.

He was not the only one who was angry. Everyone looked down on this guy who was too confident. It seemed like he would not be able to hold on any longer.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoming seemed to have the help of a god. He exerted strength in his arms and straightened his back. Suddenly, he made three or four standard movements. He said confidently, "Ai, ai, how is it? Let me tell you, many people who are overweight are very powerful. They can only do a few thousand push-ups. "

"Haha. . . "

"Blow it. . . "

Someone couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Suddenly, a cracking sound could be heard from the competition ground.

Everyone looked up and found that the sound came from Zhao Xiaoming. This guy seemed to have used too much force just now, and two of his buttons had been blown off.

Now it was lively. His fat was exposed inside, and he was still doing his best to do push-ups.

"Thirty-five, thirty-six. . . " he shouted loudly.

Immediately, there was a burst of mocking laughter. Someone said angrily, "Fatty, Alito has already done fifty. Old Huang is almost sixty. "

Alito's strength was on par with Huang Guzhu. If it wasn't for the fact that he was distracted constantly by Zhao Xiaoming, he would definitely have caught up to Huang Guzhu.

However, at this moment, someone made a suggestion.

It was Zhao Xiaoming.

"Sigh, who are you guys? You have the nerve to look at my muscles? Come, come, take something and cover it. " He tried his best to control his breathing and gave his opinion angrily.

Everyone looked again and realized that it was indeed the case. Although he did it slowly, his belly could not be exposed. He told them to watch and continue doing it.

Seeing that no one was right, Zhou Qian and Dazhuang went up and covered him with a blanket.

This fellow was fat to begin with. As soon as the blanket was opened, a large piece of it spread out. It was pitch black.

Zhou Qian and Dazhuang stood at the side. Zhou Qian continued to carry out her duty as a referee. She coughed lightly and said:

"Alito is leading by 20. Zhao Xiaoming has completed 56. He's lagging behind. Please continue. "

When Huang Yuanzhu heard that he was not in the results, he was also angry. The author who was huffing and puffing turned his head and maintained a straight posture. He said with a mouth full of challenge, "Alito, compete with me if you have the ability. Believe it or not, I can beat you to death. "

The two of them fought fiercely. A domineering and driving force came from Huang's body. He was not convinced by this kind of international peer at all.

Alito was not convinced by him either. The two of them called out their numbers and their voices were filled with challenge and blow.

Zhou Qian's voice was originally somewhat childish, but now the number was even more resounding. "Alito 77, Yellow Root Pillar 77, Zhao Xiaoming 77. . . Zhao Xiaoming 80. "

This time, it was lively. Everyone looked at Xiaoming. They saw him smiling as he did standard push-ups. He looked at everyone with a smile on his face, full of confidence. "I've already said it. Our Kung Fu is too strong. We only have one hour to warm up. Come on, three thousand. Alito, you can take the initiative to ask for peace now. "

Arito was shouted by him and turned his head to look. Although his confidence had been boosted, his forehead was still covered in sweat. He was not convinced at all. As he did, he challenged loudly: "Referee, don't count. We'll start the competition. Just tell us the total number in half an hour. "

Alito had also gone all out. His entire body was drenched, and sweat trickled down the tip of his nose.

He was concentrating his Qi and was able to do it without any interference. His movements were still considered standard. In a short while, he had over 100 of them, and then 200. . .

Time passed by slowly. His mind was almost blank. He used all his strength and tried his best to maintain the standard of his movements. He felt that it had been more than an hour. He had done at least 400 of them. He suddenly raised his head. Hanxue Jin's face was full of confidence and pride after fighting for his life. He shouted with a hoarse voice:

"Referee, and you guys. Do you see that? Fatty is exhausted. Did he lose completely?"

Through his sweaty eyes, he found that the person opposite him was a little blurry and his expression was not quite right.