Just as Micheli was about to reach the ground, Fu Hang jumped down. The moment his body landed, he rolled forward, dissipating the impact of the ground on his body.
Micheli was immediately dumbfounded!
This fuhang was still about two or three meters away from the ground, but he actually dared to jump down?
Isn't he afraid that he will be broken and crippled?
He blushed with anger and said, "You...you are going too far!"
"If you don't even have the courage, why would you be a captain? Then when the plane bumps and rolls, won't you be so afraid that you will pee your pants?" Fu Hang's eyes were filled with sneers, and he gave Micheli a cold look.
Micheli's face suddenly hurt. He was actually laughed at and ridiculed by this sick man?
It's simply too much!
"Just wait for me!"
The last event is coming soon, and Micheli doesn't believe that he won't win even once.
Everyone came together to a swimming pool that was 50 meters long, 21 meters wide, and 2 meters deep.
The water in the pool is crystal clear and very clean. The last competition is swimming.
Whoever is faster wins in this game, the competition is all about speed.
Almost everyone put on their swimming trunks and swimming caps, and stood in front of the swimming pool together, ready to start the game.
Micheli glanced at Fu Hang. He used to be the coach of the national swimming team. He was fully confident that he could kill everyone in an instant.
He is not afraid of this kind of physical competition.
Even if there is an Olympic champion in front of him, he is not afraid. So Micheli's face shows confidence.
Not only him, but also Boller on the judges' bench was full of confidence. He might not be so confident in other competitions.
You know Micheli is the best at swimming!
Everyone was standing at the edge of the swimming pool. These pilots usually paid great attention to physical exercise, so after changing into swimsuits, their good figures were clearly visible.
Almost all of them have well-proportioned muscles and amazing figures.
Especially Micheli's muscular build made several players whisper, "No wonder he used to be a swimming coach. He really has a great figure."
"I think he's going to win."
A proud smile appeared on Micheli's face, "Southern Star Airlines, don't worry, I won't let you go this time."
Fu Hang was speechless, "It sounds like you gave up all the previous projects."
As soon as he changed into his swimsuit and came out, he heard Micheli showing off his power. After everyone heard what he said in reply to Micheli, they all turned to look at him. The moment they looked at Fu Hang, everyone was stunned.
Already.
Fu Hang's bronze skin has a strong sense of strength, but he is not the kind of big guy with a giant figure.
It’s about wearing clothes to look thin and taking off clothes to make you look fat. Almost everyone can You can feel the strength of the muscles from his body, rather than simply becoming a big piece of meat.
"I'll wipe it! This is too sexy."
"I found that the contestants of China Southern Airlines are very sexy and charming."
"Why do these abdominal muscles feel like they have been conquered?"
"I even blushed."
Several female viewers couldn't help but admire it.
Ruan Su curled her lips, and while she was admiring it, she suddenly felt a dark gaze staring at her. She raised her eyes in confusion and met a pair of dark and deep eyes, with vague anger in them.
Moving?
Uh--Bo Xingzhi?
Why are you looking at her like this?
Didn't she just admire the figures of these contestants?
"Boss, this payment..." Before Jian Qiqi could finish her words, her eyes were suddenly covered by a big palm.
Song Yan covered her eyes with one hand, grabbed her little hand with the other and pressed it on her waist. His hoarse voice rang in her ears, "If you want to see it, you can go home and see me."
...You can also...touch me."
He leaned very close, and his hot breath sprayed on Jian Qiqi's ears, which immediately made the tips of her ears turn red.
She blushed and pulled down the big hand covering her eyes, grinning in embarrassment, "What are you doing!"
So shameful!
Song Yan looked at her fierce breasts and thought she was so cute.
He couldn't help but leaned in front of her, and pressed a kiss on her cheek with his thin lips, "It's so cute."
It's so cute, I want to rub it.
Jian Qiqi's face suddenly turned as red as clouds, "You...you..."
Ruan Su "..."
Was he forced to eat a mouthful of dog food?
Bo Xingzhi was sitting at the judges' table and saw that Ruan Su had been attracted by Song Yan and Jian Qiqi. At this time, the expression on his face softened a little.
snort!
Her husband’s figure is not good enough? She is still looking at other men’s.
It's really... too much.
Jian Qiqi looked at the big screen with a flushed face, and saw that on the big screen at this time, all the players were gathered there beside the swimming pool.
Micheli saw that Fu Hang's figure attracted a lot of attention, and he felt a little unhappy. He muttered to himself, "It's just an illusion, but how can it be as good as my figure? This is the only figure you can show, right? I can't see it in the eyes."
It’s just useful. I’ll let you know what a real strong person is later!”
Fu Hang didn't pay attention to him, but stood at the edge of the swimming pool, and then turned around
He glanced at Micheli and said, "To have such a figure, you must have exercised a lot, right? It's a pity, the muscles that are too big in the water will only increase the resistance!"
Hearing the sarcasm in Fu Hang's words, Micheli sneered and said, "I hope you won't lose too ugly later."
So damn shameless.
A piece of trash!
How dare you be so arrogant in front of him, a swimming coach!
How dare you laugh at his figure!
Fu Hang looked serious, "I hope the one who loses ugly is not me, but you."
Micheli gritted his teeth. It seemed that he had to show his real skills and let this guy feel the price of pretending.
"Haha, I hope you can still say something like this after the game is over."
He said one more thing and stopped talking to Fu Hang.
At this time, the referee is already holding a professional timer and is ready to start the game.
All the spectators in the stadium looked expectantly at the players beside the swimming pool. Micheli's companions were full of dissatisfaction with Wei Hang and the others.
This time, all hopes are placed on Micheli.
"Michelie will teach him how to behave later!"
"Hmph! You are definitely no match for Micheli, the swimming coach."
With a whistle and a splashing sound almost at the same time, the players immediately jumped into the pool.
Fu Hang also jumped in with professional movements and swam forward quickly.
Not only was he sailing, Micheli was also swimming forward as fast as a nimble fish.
Micheli is truly worthy of his background as a coach, he swims very fast, and he rides with flying colors.
Just when he was secretly feeling proud, suddenly a figure quickly swam forward.
Everyone was shocked and stunned.
Micheli, who was still complacent at first, only felt the water behind him swaying, and the figure rushed out from his side.
Fu Hang took a deep breath when he jumped down. This breath would allow him to swim a long distance in one breath, which would save a lot of time and unnecessary fancy moves.
He was swimming forward desperately using the most basic swimming posture.
Everyone was stunned.
Such a fast speed?
"Isn't this too fast?"
"How can he be so fast?"
It didn't take long for Guangfu and Fu Hang to arrive at the finish line.
The referee who had been keeping time on the side immediately blew the whistle.
Only then did everyone realize that it was another first.
From China Southern Airlines.
In this physical competition, all the champions are Southern Star Airlines empty.
The arrival of other runners at the finish line has no meaning.
Boller sat on the judges' bench and protested again, "His swimming style is very unprofessional and very ugly! I think his results should be invalidated!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Borel, this competition is about speed, not posture." Bo Xingzhi glanced at the frustrated Borel and spoke slowly and casually.
Borel was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
How could this happen?
My own people are not as good as China Southern Airlines?
Is there any mistake?
He carefully trains and selects players! But they lose again and again.
But it doesn't matter, there is still the finals tomorrow.
He doesn't believe these trash can still win.
It seems that he has to do some homework tonight.
Tomorrow is a simulated flight competition.
Borel sneered, "Bo Xingzhi, you are an unexpectedly good person! But no matter how good you are, you still have to..."
He glanced at Fu Hang on the big screen with evil eyes.
His eyes were like a poisonous snake preparing to come out of its hole, spitting out messages.
After the physical competition was over, Bo Xingzhi took his group of players directly back to Southern Star Airlines for a meeting.
Ruan Suze and Song Yanjian Qiqi left the venue together.
"You have been to the World of Two. I will drive home by myself." Ruan Su yawned, "I got up too early in the morning, I have to go home and take a nap."
Jian Qiqi blushed, what about the world between two people...it felt so embarrassing to be said so innocently.
Song Yan was much more generous than her, and directly held her soft little hand, "Madam, be careful on the road."
A speeding business car.
Borel stared at Micheli sinisterly, and Micheli looked embarrassed. He never thought that he would become Fu Hang's foil. It was really embarrassing.
"Tomorrow's finals, if you fail again, Micheli, you will lose your value forever."
His voice was as cold as if it came from hell.
Micheli's face turned pale and he immediately lowered his head and promised, "I will do my best, please don't worry."
"It's best like this." Borel made a vicious voice, "I really want to slap Bo Xingzhi in the face!"
Micheli didn't even dare to raise his head to look at his expression. Even so, he could feel the strong malice emanating from him.
He couldn't help but shudder.
Tomorrow... I don't know what will happen...
He closed his eyes silently and sighed. At this time...his back was almost completely soaked with sweat.
