bring it on!"
Wen Liang took a wrong step, locked his feet firmly on the ground, and stretched out his right hand to hold the strong man's. This kind of arm wrestling in the air is more strenuous and difficult than having a support point, but the advantage is that it can mobilize the strength of the whole body, and the force can be used from the feet to the hands to relieve the force.
If only comparing strength, one can see the huge gap between the two people even from glaucoma and cataracts. However, what everyone does not know is that Wen Liang has made some progress in learning internal martial arts. As long as his lower body is stable, his upper body can continuously replenish strength. In terms of endurance, he is first-class.
"Fall!" the sturdy man shouted, veins bulged on his wrists and arms, and his face turned red in an instant. It was obvious that he wanted to break with one blow.
Wen Liang felt a huge squeezing force coming from his hand, which spread rapidly along his fingers and wrists, like electricity, to his entire right hand, causing him to feel pain and numbness, and he could hardly exert any strength. His face also turned from white to blue, then to red, and finally to a creepy grayish-white color, as if covered with a thick layer of lime powder.
"Good!" Red Monkey and Hou Qiang immediately clapped their hands and cheered. Mu Shanshan said in a gloomy voice: "Strong man, cripple his hand and the bonus will be doubled!" This cripple certainly does not mean to cripple the hand. He wants to do so, but the strong man is not Dongfang Bubai after all. Mu Shanshan means that he should use his greatest strength to make Wen Liang's hand hurt for a week or two. After Zuo Yuxi's slap last time, Mu Shanshan did not want to make things too big. What he wanted to do now was to torture Wen Liang both mentally and physically, so he proposed a bet that whoever loses will call him grandpa. Hitting someone in the face is an unquestionable creed!
Wen Liang shouted inwardly, thinking that the two months of hard training had finally paid off. He pressed and retracted his feet, and kept his right hand firmly upright in the air, not being defeated by the swift attack from the strong man.
The sturdy man was shocked, he never thought that his invincible killer move could not overwhelm this seemingly fragile boy. Thinking of Mu Shanshan's promise, he got anxious, and without caring about anything, he stepped wrong and twisted his waist, exerting all his strength and pressing forward with the force of a mountain.
The audience booed again. Is this still arm wrestling? This is clearly using one's own weight and strength to bully others, but the rules are always in the hands of the party with more people. Mu Shanshan didn't say anything, and no one dared to say that this was unfair. At most, you can be gentle and do this.
Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, knowing that his chance had come. While the sturdy man's footsteps were floating and his lower body was unstable, he gently pulled back with his right hand, and then suddenly pressed hard in the opposite direction. This was the reward for his two months of hard training, and it was also an unreserved counterattack after his energy and spirit were gathered. The sturdy man was pressing all his strength on Wen Liang's right hand, but he pulled back, and all his strength was immediately gone. His body stumbled forward with inertia, and a huge force suddenly came over him. With Wen Liang's approach, his right hand involuntarily drew an arc and hit his chest heavily. In an instant, as if he was hit by a high-speed train, the sturdy man's body softened and his feet slipped, and he immediately fell to the ground.
In the eyes of others, the strong man used all his strength to deal with Wen Liang's hand, but was waved by the other person's arm without paying attention, and the whole person fell to the ground lightly. This kind of strength gap is meaningless to talk about. Especially just now, the black and red monkey spoke nonsense, and Mu Shanshan raised the price on the battlefield. The words are still ringing in my ears, but the ending is so unbearable. Even the smiles on the faces of the three people have not dissipated, and the battle is over. If this is not called a slap in the face, what is it
If this were the Internet age, the following words would ring in the minds of the audience at the same time: This is called pretending to be cool but ending up being an idiot, right
The sturdy man got up, too embarrassed to face Mu Shanshan's surprised expression, and hid behind the crowd in shame. Naturally, he didn't mention the bonus anymore.
Wen Liang clapped his hands and raised the corners of his lips, his disdainful attitude was clear. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Mu Shanshan. If there were fewer people, he wouldn't mind saying a few harsh words to express his contempt, but now there were so many people, and saying dirty words like the other party would lower his level for no reason!
"Having strength is useless. Let's bet on table tennis. Liang Bo, you go." Mu Shanshan's eyes were spitting fire. The more calm Wen Liang acted, the angrier he got.
A boy wearing glasses stepped out and arrogantly shook his finger at Wen Liang, saying, "11 to 0!"
A high school sophomore student exclaimed, and someone nearby asked, "Why, is Liang Bo really that good?"
"You don't even know Liang Bo? Brother, you're new here, right? Old Liang is a celebrity in the second year of high school. He swept through Qingyi Middle School with one racket. He is our famous ball bully! What, you don't know what a ball bully is? It's the kind of person who occupies the table and never comes down... the emperor!"
Table tennis was extremely popular in high schools in the early 1990s. During breaks or after school, the most popular place besides the basketball court was the table tennis court. Qingyi Middle School specially built nearly 30 table tennis tables beside the playground, but the demand still exceeded the supply. Often when two people played, there were more than a dozen people waiting in line. Therefore, a model was born: sitting on the sidelines! That is, the 11-ball game system, two people played, whoever lost stepped down, and the substitute stepped in. Of course, in order to prevent some rookies from taking advantage of the situation, they had to pass an exam before they could get on the stage. The emperor who sat on the sidelines served the first ball, and you could start the game only if you won.
All these factors created the table tennis culture of Qingyi Middle School. Unfortunately, in the new century, this culture gradually disappeared under the impact of the Internet.
Wen Liang smiled and took the racket he handed over. When he and Tan Yu swept the table tennis world in various university gymnasiums, these guys must have forgotten how to hold the racket, right? Especially now, the coordination of the body, control, eyesight, and speed are all different. I dare not say anything else. At this time in Qingyi Middle School, no matter how awesome the ball bully is, he doesn't need to be taken seriously. So...
The ending was already determined.
11 to 0, the man with the glasses made a very accurate prediction, but he miscalculated the outcome. Wen Liang's unpredictable turns, clean swings, and gorgeous spikes took only three minutes to complete the game!
The high school sophomore rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his mouth opened so wide that he could almost swallow a penguin. The classmate who knew nothing and was fooled by him for a long time poked him and said, "Dude, is this the emperor who hogs the stage and never comes down? It's just a dog-skin plaster, clinging to it and can't come down, right?"
When these words reached the ears of others, there was a burst of chuckles. Chinese people have always sympathized with the weak, especially Wen Liang, who turned the tables with absolute advantage despite being underdogs, and won everyone's unanimous favor. Although they did not dare to come out to show their support blatantly, it was still okay to laugh a few times to give Mu Shanshan some trouble.
11 to 0, an extremely embarrassing score, Liang Bo looked as if he was dying. He had never thought that he could lose so thoroughly, especially Mu Shanshan's face that was about to explode made him even more depressed. He didn't even think about the promised reward, and he didn't have time to care about other people's ridicule. The only thing he prayed for now was: Mu Shanshan must not bear a grudge against him... He had friends in Mu Shanshan's circle, and he knew the other party's ruthlessness better than others.
Mu Shanshan's face turned blue, and the man with the glasses didn't dare to look up, and slipped to the strong man to seek comfort from his fellow sufferers. Wen Liang threw the racket, walked up to Mu Shanshan, admired his expression, and said lightly: "Boy, you won two out of three, kowtow and call me grandpa!"
Mu Shanshan stared at Wen Liang, his rough face almost touching Wen Liang's nose. After a long while, he uttered two words harshly: "It doesn't count!"
Wen Liang laughed loudly, stepped back a few steps, pointed at him and said with a smile: "A rookie will always be a rookie, and dog meat will never be good enough... Well, let's decide the winner in a fight, just as you said, a bullfight, you and me!"
Mu Shanshan was shocked by Wen Liang's performance in the first two games. He rolled his eyes and said, "You can't tell his skills in a one-on-one duel. If you're capable, let's go 3v3!"
Wen Liang stared at him coldly. No matter how shameless Mu Shanshan was, he knew that he had already lost face by talking nonsense several times today. He said without caring, "Why, are you scared?"
"Okay, I'll take a step back and make it 3v3. But I don't have any teammates right now. I'll still be here in a week, and I'll be waiting for you to call me grandpa!"
Mu Shanshan didn't lose face, and said fiercely: "Grandpa is waiting for you!"
He couldn't believe that it was almost impossible for a timid and cowardly boy in junior high school, an incompetent guy who was laughed at and despised, to find teammates to cooperate with in a week, even though he was a little different now!
Basketball is not a one-person sport.
Mu Shanshan and his men walked away with their arrogant attitude as usual. People who didn't know would think they had won a great victory.
The onlookers, some excited or some bored, gradually dispersed. Wen Liang turned around and saw two people standing side by side on the high steps beside the playground, their skirts flying. The young man was wearing white clothes, and the setting sun secretly sprinkled flakes of red from behind, making the two of them look like a fairy couple, poetic and picturesque.
Ji Su, Gu Wenyuan.
They are always the best combination that attracts everyone's attention in this era, no doubt about it!
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