Brother Long's eyes glanced at the bunk next to me, which was Huang Fei's bed.
"Isn't that arm-strengthening tool more advantageous than this rice bowl?" Brother Long said with a half-smiling expression.
Only then did I remember that there was indeed a 30-kilogram arm strength machine placed on Huang Fei's bed. Although this kid was thin, he usually paid great attention to physical exercise.
He just bought this arm strength device last week. He forgot about it in a hurry and just picked up Gao Xiaoshan's rice bowl. Now he still has to rely on Brother Long's guidance...
Wait, why did he kindly tell me that there is an arm strength machine on the bed next to me?[
I glanced at the bed next to me out of the corner of my eye. The dark arm strength was placed quietly next to Huang Fei's embroidered pillow. The attack power of this thing was very powerful. If it hit someone's head hard,
…
I believe that even a strong brother like Long cannot bear it!
"You can use that arm strength as a weapon. I promise not to take advantage of it." Brother Long still smiled half-heartedly.
This tone of voice is so familiar!
I remembered that night, when Xiao Hai asked my family for 10,000 yuan, he also said in this tone: "Hey, there is a knife in your pocket? Take it out and let me take a look."
His confident tone at that time broke my spirit immediately, and I didn't dare to take out the knife!
Xiaohai knows that even if I hold a knife, I am no match for him.
So Brother Long is saying this now because he knows that even if I pick up that arm strength weapon, I will never be his opponent?
A big bead of sweat oozed from my forehead.
I decided to pick up the arm strength, at least it would have a better chance of winning than holding the rice bowl.
With this thought in mind, I put the rice bowl aside and reached out to Huang Fei's bed with one hand.
At this moment, Brother Long suddenly rushed over, grabbed my hand that was stretched out on Huang Fei's bed, and twisted it back, causing my arm to make a "stuck" sound.
"Ah..." I screamed and squeezed out a few tears from the corners of my eyes.
Brother Long did not let go. Instead, he continued to lock my arms. He pressed my neck with his other hand and pressed my whole body on the table. My head was facing the stainless steel rice bowl that I had just put aside.