bookbashuk Chapter 523 Family Brotherhood
Chapter 523 Family Brotherhood
"Student, you can start now."
"If you can't do it, just memorize five."
Why not give it a try?
"No need, if I can't do it, I can't do it."
The boy in charge of recording the grades nodded calmly, without mocking or showing disdain.
Of the thousands of students in the school, the majority of boys cannot do a pull-up, and he himself is one of them.
"Next person."
Lu You stepped forward and handed over her student ID.
"Honey, you can do it!"
Tang Wan whispered a word of encouragement, then stepped aside, her eyes filled with anticipation.
She wasn't worried at all whether Lu You could do pull-ups or not; what she cared about was how many she could do.
The boy took the student ID, made a beep on the machine, and then returned it to Lu You.
"It's time to start."
Lu You took a small amount of magnesium powder in his palm, spread it evenly on both palms, then looked up, aimed at the right spot, pushed off with both legs, and hooked his ten fingers onto the horizontal bar, suspending himself in mid-air.
The pull-up test in university physical fitness tests is not as strict as the standard pull-up test, but there are still regulations.
The gesture must be a forward hand gesture, with the back of the hand facing the face and the palm facing outward. Raise it up over the chin and down over the head, one up and one down, and that counts as one.
For Lu You, doing twenty standard pull-ups was a stretch, but doing non-standard ones was no problem.
Every weekend, he uses a 117-pound fitness machine to exercise. Over time, even without deliberate training, his upper body strength remains impressive.
Lu You gripped the pole for a few seconds, then slightly adjusted the distance between his arms, took a deep breath, and simultaneously engaged the muscles in his arms, back, and abdomen to lift his body until his chin was over the pole.
Then exhale slowly, relax your muscles in rhythm, and gradually lower your body until it is just below the bar above your head.
A less-than-perfect pull-up was completed.
Riding the momentum, Lu You didn't stop for a moment, connecting to the second, the third... unhurried and steady.
The boy next to her was using a machine to count, while Tang Wan and the others, who were a little further away, were silently counting in their minds.
Before anyone knew it, Park Soo-young and Yoo Chung-mong, who were on their way to another physical test, also came to the vicinity and stopped to watch.
Looking at Lu You's well-defined, powerful arms and her slender waist accentuated by the breeze, Park Soo-young appeared outwardly calm, but inwardly she was in turmoil.
This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
Her IQ and modeling skills are already top-notch, how come her figure is also so supermodel-like!
Like Park Soo-young, Liu Qingmeng was also eyeing Lu You, but she wasn't lusting after Lu You's body. Instead, she was thinking about how to encourage her brother to go to the gym.
Previously, Liu Qingmeng had never been interested in muscles, thinking that muscles were a sign of being brainless. Now, however, her opinion has changed, and she finds that a little bit of muscle on a guy's body is really attractive.
Just like a girl's thunderbolt, a large-scale one is more attractive than an ordinary one.
1, 2, 3... 18, 19, 20
Get it!
Lu You released her grip and landed back on the ground. The soreness in her arm was like waves in a storm, stimulating her brain in waves.
"Wow, impressive, classmate!" The boy smiled, his admiration undisguised. "Twenty pull-ups in one go, without stopping! How did you train? Can you teach me?"
"It's not that difficult, but it's not that easy either." Lu You clapped his hands, kicking up white dust. "To sum it up, it can be summed up in four words: perseverance."
Academic performance may not improve with effort.
Women, your efforts may not always be reciprocated.
In one's career, hard work doesn't guarantee advancement.
But your body will definitely reap the rewards as long as you invest energy and time in exercising.
Meeting Tang Wan's sticky, lingering gaze, Lu You returned to her side.
A pair of restless little hands immediately reached out and pinched Lu You's arm repeatedly.
"Are you trying to help me relax, or are you taking advantage of me?" Lu You asked, amused.
"Haven't you seen the massage series?" Tang Wan gave a meaningful smile. "Relaxation and 'doing' can be done at the same time."
"Okay, you're good."
Putting everything else aside, after Tang Wan massaged his arms, Lu You did feel that the soreness in his arms was being relieved.
In comparison, the slight loss of hue is negligible.
"Honey, those twenty pull-ups must have been tough for you, right?"
"It's alright, it's easier than carrying you while sprinting for five minutes."
"Don't say such vulgar things in public!" Tang Wan slapped Lu You twice. "Are you still going to run the 50-meter and 1000-meter races later?"
"Run! Why not run? Pull-ups tire your upper body, running uses your lower body, the two don't conflict."
"Then you'll come with me to do long jump and sit-ups!" Tang Wan grabbed Lu You's arm. "After that, we'll go for a run together, okay?"
A tremendous softness enveloped my arms from all sides, along with a faint yet profound fragrance.
Paying upfront and then making demands is Tang Wan's consistent tactic.
Lu You knew the answer, but she just couldn't refuse.
"now go?"
"Wait until your roommate finishes his pull-ups, then the four of you can go together."
……
If fitness is likened to a game, Lu You is categorized as an entertainment player, while Bi Yangde belongs to the deep, seasoned player.
He spends far more time and effort on fitness than Lu You, so naturally, his physical fitness is stronger than Lu You's.
The most obvious difference is that Bi Yangde's arms are at least a size bigger than Lu You's, and his pull-up movements are completely in accordance with the standards, making them highly entertaining to watch.
Grip the horizontal bar with both hands slightly wider than shoulder-width apart. Using your back muscles as the main force, slowly pull your body up until your chin is above the bar. Then control the descent until your arms are straight, pause for two seconds, and pull up again.
The core remained stable throughout the entire process, without any swaying.
"Honey, your roommate's pull-ups seem a little different."
"Doesn't it look beautiful and powerful?"
Tang Wan nodded.
"Because Lao Bi is doing standard pull-ups, which require a lot of strength, endurance and posture. Without special training, you simply can't do them."
Lu You had seen Bi Yangde's upper body hidden under his clothes with her own eyes, and it was all real.
Each muscle is clearly visible, with distinct angles, and you can clearly feel its firmness when you press it with your fingers.
"Honey, if it were you, how many could you do?"
"About ten to fifteen."
Ten is Lu You's stable lower limit, and fifteen is the upper limit when she tries her best.
"So few?" Tang Wan tilted her head and looked at Lu You, her big eyes blinking twice. "I thought you could make twenty."
“I can’t do any of it.” Lu You pinched Tang Wan’s cheek lightly. “I usually do cardio, and I only do strength training on weekends. My upper body muscles can’t handle it.”
"You went to the gym this weekend? I didn't..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Various pixelated images forcefully invaded Tang Wan's mind, darting around wildly.
Anger rushes to the big head, blood rushes to the small head.
"Here we go again! You know I love to overthink, yet you still insist on being mischievous and steer the conversation in such a vulgar way. Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"
"You're only just realizing it?"
"I'll bite you to death!"
Tang Wan rushed towards Lu Youfei.
……
While they were fooling around, Bi Yangde successfully completed twenty standard pull-ups and landed.
It's not that we can't do more, it's that we're unwilling.
Twenty is a turning point; before that, you reach the normal range of physical strength, and after that, you reach the limits of physical and mental endurance.
While the will to challenge limits is admirable, it doesn't look good, and Bi Yangde didn't want to show it in front of Xiao Airen.
Bi Yangde returned to the crowd, where he was greeted with applause and cheers from Xiao Airen.
"Brother, you're amazing!"
Bi Yangde was stunned for a moment. As an only child, this was the first time he had been called "brother".
I feel warm inside, it's not bad.
Park Soo-young walked towards Xiao Ai-ren, intending to greet her, but upon hearing the word "older brother," she abruptly stopped, her expression unreadable.
I spend all my time in the dorm consulting about relationship problems; it seems I've really learned a lot.
"Let's go for a run, Qingmeng."
"Aren't you going to wait for Tang Wan and the others?"
"Run the 50 meters first, and we'll wait for the 800 meters later."
Zhang Zhichuang was not far from Bi Yangde and the other man, and he also heard the term "brother". He crossed his arms and rubbed them vigorously, his face full of disgust.
"Ugh~ Disgusting!"
"Disgusting?" Gong Qing glanced at Zhang Zhichuang and chuckled. "I think you're just envious and jealous."
"Envy, jealousy, and resentment? I have a serious partner, and they probably haven't even held hands. What's there to be envious or jealous of?"
"You have a boyfriend, but has your boyfriend ever called you 'brother'?"
Zhang Zhichuang fell silent.
Qin Xiyue usually calls him by his first name, omitting his surname. Occasionally, she calls him "Lu'er" in her dialect, and recently she has learned a new Cantonese word, "Shuai Gui" (meaning "bad guy").
As for his older brother, he never called him that.
"It's okay, I'll let her shout it now."
Zhang Zhichuang acted decisively, took out his phone, found Qin Xiyue's WeChat, and made a call.
The phone rang for a few seconds before being answered.
"Hey?"
【what? 】
"In the dorm or the studio?"
Didn't I tell you I was busy with a project during the day and could only contact you in the evening? Do you suspect I'm lying?
"No! Why would I doubt you? I believe you one thousand percent!"
Why did you make that call?
Zhang Zhichuang brought his mouth close to the microphone, covered it with his hand, and whispered, "I want to hear you call me 'brother'."
[Get out of here! You're coming to me for something this trivial? I think you're asking for trouble...]
Zhang Zhichuang hung up the phone quickly, turned to look at Gong Qing, and smiled smugly, like a victor.
"She shouted."
"Really?" Gong Qing frowned. "I just don't believe it."
"How could this be fake? I'm the head of the family. If I tell her to go east, she wouldn't dare go west. It's just a title; if I tell her to call me that, she has to." (End of Chapter)