This is not particularly difficult for Ning Chengen, who has experienced hard training and is in excellent physical condition.
He immediately leaned down, braced his tight arms, and quickly and standardly performed push-ups.
Ji Yuting lowered his eyes and looked condescendingly.
The office was very quiet, except for the occasional heavy breathing of Ning Chengen.
Ji Yuting estimated that there were a hundred push-ups and asked, "How many are there?"
Ning Chengen stopped, his forehead soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and he answered effortlessly, "One hundred and seven."
Ji Yuting sneered lightly, "So you can talk, so why don't you count?"
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Ning Chengen looked up at him inexplicably. He clearly didn't say he wanted to count him out.
Ji Yuting didn't speak, his dark eyes held an undeniable pressure.
Ning Chengen accepted his fate, continued to do push-ups, and started counting: "One hundred and eight."
"You stopped just now, start counting again."
Ning Chengen: "..."
I'm afraid I won't be able to be kind this afternoon if I've been making things difficult since I first started.
Ning Chengen held back his anger and counted from the beginning honestly.
Ji Yuting stared at him leisurely for a while, then turned around and walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and leaned leisurely on the table, listening to his increasingly strenuous counting while sipping the tea lazily.
The room temperature in the office is normal and the body temperature is suitable.
Ji Yuting turned on the heater and adjusted the temperature to thirty degrees.
He took off his military uniform and wore only a thin white shirt. His sleeves were slightly rolled up twice, revealing a small part of his beautiful porcelain white arms.
I even added two cubes of ice to my tea, making it a relaxing and relaxing experience.
"Three hundred, forty-five..."
Ning Chengen's entire body was wet with sweat. Sweat accumulated on the tip of his nose and chin, leaving a puddle of water on the floor in front of him.
It's getting hotter and hotter, not to mention counting.
Ning Chengen's mouth was dry and his sweaty palms were on the ground, slightly unsteady.
He must concentrate all his attention and hold his support firmly to avoid falling to the ground in a panic. It is a very grueling corporal punishment.
Moreover, if you cut your forehead, the sweat contains salt and will soak into the wound, causing severe stinging pain and making your head feel dizzy.
He silently wrote down the account for Ji Yuting, not daring to stop moving his hands.
"Four hundred..."
After struggling to report the gratifying number, Ning Chengen stood up steadily and stood up again with his hands behind his back.
Ji Yuting put down the tea cup respectfully, looked up and down at his panting state, and joked with his thin lips: "You are panting like this after doing hundreds of push-ups, and your head is covered with hot sweat. It seems that your physical fitness has declined recently."
Ning Chengen tried his best to breathe calmly. His shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to his body. It was sticky and extremely uncomfortable.
But he would never ask Ji Yuting to let him take a bath, not to mention that Ji Yuting would not agree and might even mock him.
Feeling the hot wind coming, he unconsciously glanced higher, only to realize that Ji Yuting had turned on the heater.
The hands behind his back were clenched again, and sweat was still dripping down his cheeks and chin.
Ji Yuting narrowed his eyes coldly, not afraid that he would see it, and continued: "How can you continue to be qualified for the position of deputy director in such a state?"
Ning Chengen was startled and immediately said: "It's because I haven't exercised recently. I will definitely practice harder when I get back."
Ji Yuting looked at him with a slanted corner of his mouth and said, "I can't control what happens after you go back. Today I will take you through the experience of the devil's training in the past."