Finally, after the last ten minutes of the sprint, the small table was like a mess of mud, lying on the ground without any image to speak of, more out than in, if it weren't for the fierce ups and downs of his chest, many people might have thought that he had hung up.

After countless extreme training in his previous life, what Yang Biao wanted was to constantly break through his physical talent in this arduous amount of exercise, although he was tired enough, but he enjoyed it very much.

After ten minutes or so, the corpse-like little table finally relieved his breath, although his body was extremely sore, but there was a hearty comfort, in his memory, such a feeling can only be found in Royal Antwerp, Belgium, and suddenly he felt a little nostalgic for the wind and speed at that time.

Fifteen minutes later, let's do sit-ups in groups of 200.

Yang Biao was also a little surprised that the small table could be relieved in such a short period of time, and secretly thought in his heart that he was worthy of being a talented man.

"What!" The small table slammed a carp and got up from the ground, looking at Yang Biao as if he had seen a ghost, but soon a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Don't you fucking want to play?" I'll play with you to the end, I don't believe that I, a former Premier League main player, can't play you in a small middle league. ”

"How to do a group of 200, at least 400," the small table directly came to an increase, but this increase is also within his own control, sit-ups are his strength, although he is now fat into a flying pig, but the abdominal muscles are leveraged, which is also thanks to his insistence on doing push-ups.

Yang Biao laughed, he didn't understand what kind of calculation this kid was playing.

"Good! It's just three hundred, and even if you die, you'll finish it for me. ”

I'll come first.

One

Two

Three

、、、、、、

Two hundred and twenty-one

Two hundred and twenty-two

I don't know when, at first it was just a small table counting, but it became ten or eight people counting, and a huge sound echoed in the wide gym.

Yang Biao raised his eyes and saw that it was Li Tie, as well as Du Wei and Zhang Linfan, adding up to more than a dozen people, accounting for half of the list.

When he did two hundred and thirty-one, Yang Biao also felt a little weak, after all, since he was reborn, although he was strict with himself, he had only trained for more than a month after all.

Standing at the small table next to him and watching Yang Biao grit his teeth and try his best to complete a push-up, a twisted face showed an intriguing smile on his face.

Two hundred and fifty-one

、、、、、、

Two hundred and ninety-nine

three hundred

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but applaud, they could see that when Yang Biao reached two hundred and fifty, he was basically exhausted, but he insisted on relying on his own will and belief to complete the last fifty. Do 300 sit-ups at once

Terrifying willpower.

The small table was also surprised, facing this enemy for the first time.

"Hahahaha, since everyone is so interested, count me in." Zheng Zhi laughed and took the lead in taking off his shirt, and the eight perfect abdominal muscles were displayed in front of everyone like a knife.

Although Emperor Li and Li Yi are both 32 years old, they maintain good figures and have also joined the ranks of the competition.

Three 30-plus old-timers, as soon as they took off their shirts, everyone showed a look of surprise, they didn't expect that the body shape of these three old guys was so good, it seems that they usually work hard.

Some vaguely looked down at his little belly, and quietly moved to the back row.

Seeing that several old guys have gone into battle, of course, the younger generation can't lose, and the younger generation represented by Zhang Linfan and Du also said: "Count me in." "Strip to battle.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely intense.

For a while, the national football team recruited this time all ran to the gym, although at first they just watched the excitement, they wanted to see how Yang Biao made up the small table.

But soon, under the inspiration of the warm atmosphere, the national football players who thought they were very physically strong took off their shirts, and the whole scene evolved into a full-scale competition. Extremely cheerful and active.

Li Tie looked at Yang Biao, whose face was expressionless, but his chest was rising and falling violently, suddenly had an incredible feeling, this kid seemed to be doing nothing, but he actually gathered these people together to exercise.

As an old-timer in the team, of course he knows what the national football team does at night every time he trains at night, either smoking with big names, or drinking and bragging, maybe this-stirring urine stick can really bring some surprises.

The small table finally knows what it means to lift a stone and shoot itself in the foot, usually his highest level is about 250 sit-ups, now it has been increased to 300, and the last fifty are simply worse than death, but under the pressure and encouragement of a few good teammates, it took all the strength to finish the last dozen.

Lying on the ground, he thought to himself, "I'll never do sit-ups again in my life." ”

The rest of the players who dared to go off the field basically completed the task of 300 sit-ups, although it seemed a little difficult.

"There is one last show today, 100 of 100 catties." After Yang Biao finished speaking, he looked provocatively at the team members who were sitting on the ground panting like cows after doing sit-ups.

"Who's afraid of whom!" Zheng Zhi and a few old guys were determined to support Yang Biao, so they applauded!

Du Wei was so tired that he didn't want to move, after all, they hadn't done three hundred sit-ups at one time, and they wanted to rest, but Yang Biao and Zheng Zhi's provocative eyes made them unbearable.

People fight for a breath, and Buddha fights for a stick of incense. Men can say anything, but they can't say no.

Du gritted his teeth for a few people, "Whoever is afraid of whom, you!" ”

A round of iron, everyone is so tired that they want to live and die, such a continuous high-intensity exercise, they are also the first time, looking at Yang Biao, who is already tired, but his waist is as straight as a green pine, everyone's eyes, including the small table that hates him the most, have to say a word in their hearts.

This is a man of iron will.

A-stirring stick with neuroticism and iron will, this is the definition given to Yang Biao by the national football team.

After finishing the iron, the time came to half past eight in the evening, Yang Biao waved his hand, "If you are interested, we will see you in the big playground at five o'clock tomorrow morning." After saying that, he dragged the small table with a reluctant face and left.

"Holy shit, it's a sign of playing dead little table."

Zheng Zhi and Li Tie looked at Yang Biao's back, and a trace of firmness flashed in their eyes.

Tomorrow at five o'clock, under the condition of ensuring the quality of sleep, they should sleep at least seven hours at night, which means that they should fall asleep before half past nine.

This is for the national football players who are used to night owls, it is simply their life.

"A few of us old guys are planning to sacrifice our lives to accompany the gentleman!" After Zheng Zhi finished speaking, the four of them laughed and left.