The two groups of guests, Qi Subo and Jiang Tang, Yang Feisheng and Yu Yi, although the physical strength and speed of the male guests cannot keep up with Ji Chenhuai's, they are not unable to do it.
At the beginning, the speed of these two groups was not too slow.
As for Jiang Tang and Yu Yi, as expected from the beginning, the poems really couldn't stump them. The problem they encountered was that the male guests would be physically exhausted.
If there is no pack on the back, whether it is Qi Subo or Yang Feisheng, it is not a big problem for them to do twenty or thirty push-ups at one time.
However, now that they had one person on board, they decided to try ten first.
Facts have proved that they were right to be so cautious. After carrying one person, they were exhausted from carrying ten people at once.
After one group of ten was completed, they couldn't help but look at the positions of the other two groups.
Over there, I saw Ji Chenhuai doing push-ups at a steady pace, as if there was no one on his back. As he did one, Qian Yan recited a poem.
"Fifty is enough." Qian Yan reminded, and stood up at the same time, reaching out to Ji Chenhuai, intending to lift him up.
Ji Chenhuai looked at his palm, then at Qian Yan's white palm, and fell into a brief tangle.
Everyone could see what he was thinking at this moment. He wanted to grab the eldest lady's hand, but felt that his palm was unclean.
Just as everyone was guessing how Ji Chenhuai would do the test, Qian Yan asked first: "Can't you get up?"
"My hands are dirty." He is obviously a grown man, but his words still convey a sense of pity and grievance.
He said this, but he had no intention of getting up on his own. He seemed to be still looking forward to some way to solve this dilemma so that he could successfully hold the eldest lady's hand.
Without the need for anyone else to react, Qian Yan took out the wet wipes from his bag and said, "Stretch out your hand."
Xiao Jiujiu, she saw it very clearly, and it wasn't anything harmful, so she just satisfied him.
Ji Chenhuai obediently handed his hand to her and just supported the ground with one hand, still effortless.
After Qian Yan wiped one of his palms clean, he grabbed Ji Chenhuai's clean palm and pulled him up.
She barely used any strength, and Ji Chenhuai followed her. He was very satisfied. If you look closely, the tips of his ears were red.
[Oh my god, does Brother Huai know that he is fighting for welfare? 】
【Today is still the day when the eldest lady indulges Brother Huai.】
[The little clay figurine CP is indeed interesting.]
[After the live broadcast of the program ends, will they go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau? 】
"Young Master Yang, how many have you made?" Ji Chenhuai turned his eyes to Yang Feisheng and decided to inquire about the "enemy situation."
Yang Feisheng: "..."
[Enemy (Yang Feisheng): Are you polite? 】
Yang Feisheng was speechless: "Ten."
Ji Chenhuai's face was calm, but the emotion in his eyes did not hide much. Yang Feisheng could see that this guy was surprised, how could there be so little.
Really, who can have the same strength as this guy and be more powerful than an ox?
"Brother Qi, where's your side?" Although Ji Chenhuai doesn't think Qi Subo's physical strength is comparable to his, they are competitors, and they can't underestimate anyone until the end, so it's better to inquire about it.
[Director Qi: Young man, you are so polite.]
Qi Subo: "I also have ten here."
I really want to blow this young man’s head off.
However, he can't win.
At this moment, Qi Subo and Yang Feisheng looked at each other. They could no longer win the first place. Now it was time to fight for second place.
This chapter has been completed!