The high school student started to eat very quickly. The half piece of Guokui he just ate seemed like a wedge between his teeth.

I usually drink soup outside, three guokui at a time, it’s a joke.

If he works hard, he thinks there should be no problem with four pot helmets.

But the Guokui here is really a great deal, far exceeding the size of the Guokui he had eaten before.

His speed quickly slowed down. In order to eat more Guokui, he did not dare to add more soup.

After eating two more pieces, I felt as if my stomach was pushed into my throat. My eyes were wide open. I chewed the pot helmet in my mouth longer and longer, and my swallowing speed became slower and slower.

The little student was originally going to live stream the tall classmate's challenge to the four-piece pot helmet live on his mobile phone.

But it was too early and no one would watch it, so he just recorded it and planned to put it online for everyone to see.

But as a classmate who is known as a big eater, I don't know if it was because I was out of shape today, but I just managed to eat less than three pieces of Guokui and ended up like this.

It seems that this recording was in vain.

The boss was in a good mood at the moment. It was as expected. This big man had high eyes and a low mouth. It would be great if he could finish three of them.

I think that big guy who ate five and a half of his own pots back then was nearly two meters tall.

He is at least fifteen centimeters taller than the so-called big man now, and his body must be more than twice as thick as this big man.

"Boss, can you give me some soup?" Ma Tianchang's voice suddenly sounded at this time.

The little student and the boss were all paying attention to the performance of Gao Da's classmate. They were startled by Ma Tianchang's voice next to him. When he turned around, he saw that there was not much soup left in Ma Tianchang's bowl, and the two pot helmets had also been destroyed by him.

One and a half.

"Young man, you've eaten a lot." The boss asked the waiter to add a bowl of soup to Ma Tianchang, and looked at him teasingly: "You are not slow at this rate, you might be able to eat four!"

"I'll try my best." Ma Tianchang smiled sincerely, and slowly soaked the remaining half of the pot helmet into the soup.

"How's it going? Can you still hold on? There's only the last half piece left. Come on." The little classmate had been recording the big man with his cell phone. Now he saw him stop swallowing and stare.

His big eyes were fixed there and he asked quickly.

The big man really couldn't stand it anymore. With the little man's encouragement and stimulation from the video recording, he reluctantly ate half of the pot.

At this moment, his stomach was churning. He suppressed his urge to vomit and did not dare to answer his classmates' questions.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would spit out everything he had just swallowed.

"Boss, please bring me two more pot helmets." Ma Tianchang's voice sounded again, and he had already eaten two pieces of pot helmets.

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"I'll give you a piece first," the boss was a little surprised when he saw Ma Tianchang asking for a pot helmet for himself with a calm look on his face. This kid can eat a little more than he thought, but he still needs two pieces of pot helmet.

It was obviously a bit pretentious: "I'll get it for you after you finish eating."

"Okay, thank you, boss!" Ma Tianchang felt that the boss was quite nice and he was not bothered by anyone who was adding to the problem.

In the videos shot by the little man, Ma Tianchang was always in the background.

At this moment, he noticed that the protagonist in the video was not moving, so he probably needed to take a rest before using his full strength.

But the man in the background has been eating the pot helmet in an orderly and unhurried manner, and the little man's video began to focus on Ma Tianchang.

"More soup, boss!"

"Can you bring me another pot helmet?"

"The soup is tasteless. Can you add some oil? Put more MSG."

Ten minutes later, less than a third of Ma Tianchang’s fourth-fastest pot helmet remained.

The soup restaurant owner's mouth has been open and closed for a long time. What kind of monster is this? After eating so much, he is still in the mood to taste it?

This unhurried look doesn't look like he's pretending. Look at his thin figure. His belly isn't even bulging, right? Where did all those pot helmets go?

The little man also had a look of disbelief on his face, and now his camera was always focused on this guy who was similar in size to himself.

The way he chewed his food slowly was completely different from his companion who didn't dare to move for a long time. He looked so at ease, as if he wasn't full yet.

Contrary to his imagination, he didn't feel like sprinting hard at all, and he just finished the last piece of pot helmet in the bowl so calmly.

Then he smiled handsomely at the camera, turned back to the boss who had been staring at him while eating, and said, "Boss, please check my bowl. Are all the pots and pans finished? Is this four pieces?"

The boss's cheeks twitched a little. Yes, although he asked the waiter to refill the soup, he gave every piece of the pot to the young man himself.

This is the amount for four normal adults. This guy is so small, how could he be eaten like a normal person?

But the boss is also a person who sticks to his word, not to mention that the little man’s camera is still pointed at him.

He replied honestly: "Yes, you won. Here is a twenty-yuan menu card. You are welcome to come and dine again at any time."

The big man had just come to his senses, and he was almost choked to death by the last bite of pot helmet.

Although he suppressed it and didn't spit it out, he couldn't even speak now. It seemed that this challenge could only end in failure.

But when he saw that Ma Tianchang actually finished four pieces of Guokui and won the benefits promised by his boss, he was so superior to others.

It's hard for a guy who's more than ten centimeters to say give up.

He calmed down and signaled to his little companion to turn the camera towards him. He decided to finish the last half of the Guokui, saying that he could not lose to this thin guy who looked a little familiar.

Yes, ever since he saw Ma Tianchang, he had always had a familiar feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember.

He thought that probably because everyone was in the same school, it was normal for some faces to look familiar.

After seeing the camera return to himself, he tried hard to fish out a broken pot helmet from the bowl.

He swallowed it in his mouth as if he was dead, chewed it twice randomly, and swallowed it into his stomach with all his strength.

At this time, he heard Ma Tianchang's conversation with the boss behind him: "I don't want the menu, just give me another bowl of twenty-dollar soup.

The soup just now has no flavor anymore. By the way, if you add another piece of Guokui, I want to eat some more!"

With a "pop" sound, the pot helmet that the big man had just swallowed spurted out of his mouth.

Immediately, a large amount of soup spurted out of his nose, his competitiveness instantly collapsed, and tears filled his eyes.

Two new customers just walked into the soup restaurant. They looked at this big man at a loss. They didn't know why this man was crying so painfully so early in the morning.

Ma Tianchang's breakfast continued. After eating four pieces of Guokui, his hunger finally became less intense.

This new soup indeed has a lot more meat than the ten-dollar soup I asked for. You really get what you pay for.

The big man vomited for a while and felt much better. He was now lying on the table in front of Ma Tianchang, looking straight at him as he continued his breakfast.

The recording function of the little man's cell phone never stopped. He wanted to record the whole process to record how much this magical big eater could eat.

Five pieces, six pieces, add soup, seven pieces, add soup,... finally the eighth piece of pot helmet came up.

The little man's hand holding the phone began to tremble with excitement, and he said sharply: "Boss, boss, it's the eighth yuan. Did you just say that if he eats eight yuan, you will give him another 40 yuan worth of soup?"

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The boss looked worriedly at the guy in front of him who was eating faster and faster.

Forty yuan worth of soup is nothing. Don't let this kid stretch himself to pieces because of this promise. I didn't see that big man who had just four yuan of pot helmet had already vomited like that.

But he doesn't act like he can't eat anymore. What the hell is this that makes him eat faster and faster?

People who saw it for the first time thought he was eating the same thing at the beginning.
Chapter completed!