Thirty minutes, under the rotation of various advertisements, passed quickly.

The little devil who had closed his eyes for thirty minutes opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, Fujino Jiro glanced around, his cheeks bulged slightly, his back molars bit hard, a bitter taste came from the base of his tongue, and a sudden surge of power poured into his originally sore muscles.

"Hey, hey!"

His eyes finally fell on Zheng Daxuan, and he smiled coldly.

Fujino Jiro slowly walked to the high pole on the left, spread his hands, held the pole tightly, kicked his feet, and the whole person rose into the air, erecting in mid-air in a standard flag-raising posture.

"Damn little devil, don't hurry up and admit defeat, go back to grandma's house, don't be embarrassed here!"

Fujino's expression and eyes managed to infuriate the crowd around him.

“1，2，3…… 22，23…… Hush......! ”

When he managed to do the same 23rd horizontal pull-up as Zheng Daxuan in the first round, most of the audience stood up and booed.

"Little devil, go back!"

"Little devil, ******!"

"Little devil, admit defeat!"

In the spontaneous situation of tens of thousands of people, there was a loud and unified cheer like Shandong Allegro, which shows how much the people of Jinling hate the Japanese country.

“25！”

“26！”

When Jiro Fujino had achieved twenty-six horizontal upswings, the sound of the scene began to quiet down.

In the ring, Zheng Daxuan's face was also full of solemnity, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Fujino Jiro.

"Wow, ha!"

With a loud shout, Fujino Jiro completed the twenty-seventh standard lateral pull-up.

Zheng Daxuan clenched his fists, and the green muscles on his arms were exposed: "Doing twenty-seven in one breath is already the best result in my best state when I train." ”

"He's done a set of back-ups before, how is that possible now?"

"I'm going to win! To win! Win! ”

He turned his head to look at the tens of thousands of spectators in the gymnasium, as well as the family members who were sitting in the front row cheering for themselves, and said fiercely in his heart: "People fight for a breath, Buddha fights for a stick of incense, not to mention that the opponent is a little devil of the Japanese country." Even if I fight hard today and break my arms, I can't do sports again in the future, I can't lose, I must win! ”

"In the first round I was twenty-three, he was twenty-one, I was two ahead, and in the second round I just had to be even." Zheng Daxuan thought in his heart.

"Wow, yes, yes!"

At this moment, Jiro Fujino, who had secretly knocked the medicine, was also at the end of the crossbow, and was gritting his teeth and working towards the twenty-eighth pull-up.

His eyes were bloodshot, and under the stimulation of the drug, both eyeballs were about to burst out, just like a frog, with an already ugly face, he looked extremely hideous.

When Fujino's chin was close to the high pole, he couldn't hold on any longer, and his arms suddenly pulled back to square one.

At this time, tens of thousands of people in the entire gymnasium fell silent, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring closely at the big screen in the center.

"Don't jump!"

"Don't jump!"

"Don't jump!"

Under the prayers and attention of countless people, the two bright red Arabic numerals on the big electronic screen, 27, remained motionless.

Fujino Jiro couldn't hold it anymore, he got off the high pole and turned his head to look at the big electronic screen: "27! ”

"The last shot didn't work out, it's a pity!"

Fujino Jiro sighed in his heart: "But it should be enough." ”

He staggered back to his seat on the left side of the ring, picked up mineral water, and poured it into it in large gulps, relieving the discomfort caused by the drug in his body.

After Fujino Jiro sat down, he looked at Zheng Daxuan defiantly with his eyes while drinking water.

"Come on! Zheng Daxuan! ”

"Come on! Little fresh meat! ”

"Come on! Big handsome guy! ”

Before Zheng Daxuan got up, there was a tsunami-like cheering and cheering from the audience.

Bursts of people, one after another, endlessly.

He got up slowly, his fists clenched, the muscles of his whole body tightened, his heart beat intensified, and under the stimulation of his heart's will to win and the environment on the spot, the secretion of adrenal hormones in his body intensified, and the blood flowed to the whole body.

“1、2、3、4…… 21、22……”

By the time he reached the twenty-second in the second round, Zheng Daxuan already felt that the muscles of his whole body were shaking, especially his arms and back, which were full of excessive lactic acid, and full of soreness came.

"Ahh Yikes! ”

Zheng Daxuan really used all the strength to eat milk this time.

“23！”

There was a piercing pain from the place where the hands touched the pole.

"The calluses are broken."

With countless cocoon breaking experiences, he knows it in his heart.

After the callus was torn, the pink fresh meat on the palm of the hand came into contact with the high rod under the huge grip force, and a piercing pain came out.

Zheng Daxuan didn't care about it, the root of his teeth clenched, and under the stimulation of the huge pain, he had an extra strength.

"Twenty-four!"

He thought silently in his heart, pressed hard into death, and finished it again.

At this time, the area of the callus on Zheng Daxuan's palm became larger and larger, and the blood vessels bursting at the wound were under tremendous pressure, and the blood gushing out instantly covered the entire palm.

Under the lubrication of blood, the coefficient of friction at the place where the palm of the hand and the high rod come into contact becomes smaller, and it begins to be less forced.

His whole body slid down involuntarily.

"Ahh

"What's wrong!"

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people and dozens of cameras, Zheng Daxuan's slippery figure has attracted the attention of countless people.

"Why is there so much blood on the pole?" Xin Xiaoqi, who was in front of the TV, snuggled in Yao Yu's arms and asked.

"The calluses on Zheng Daxuan's palms have been broken!" Yao Yu subconsciously touched the calluses on his hands, remembering that when the calluses were torn and the powder was exposed, he even felt the pain of blowing the wind: "This buddy, ruthless enough, man enough, no matter how he wins or loses, he is worthy of the two lumps under his crotch." ”

"Yikes!"

Zheng Daxuan ignored the pain in his palm, exerted his strength to death, grasped the high pole, and finally fixed his body after falling a short distance.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people at the scene were silent, and everyone was silently cheering for Zheng Daxuan in their hearts.

"Yike...... Yikes! ”

Zheng Daxuan exerted his whole body, endured the pain in his palms, and finally completed the twenty-fifth upward movement.

At this moment, even Fujino Jiro's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at him.

"It's a pity, I have to win this time, I have won this world record." Fujino Jiro thought to himself.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

"Bang!"

At this moment, Zheng Daxuan's arm muscles couldn't help shaking, he gritted his teeth, slowly bent his arm, and wanted to do it last time, but finally couldn't resist the call of Mother Earth, and under the effect of gravity, the whole person fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his latissimus dorsi muscle is well developed, and when he landed, he cushioned it and there was no major problem.

In the second round of the competition, Zheng Daxuan was twenty-five and Fujino Jiro was twenty-seven.

The host looked at the little devil hatefully and said.

Okay, I've been thinking about these two chapters for a long time today, and I've changed the style, I feel like it's cool, it's in place, how do you feel when you read it?

Speaking of the pain of tearing calluses and tender flesh, I felt it once when I was very young, and I still remember it vividly.

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