Zhang Yuanteng was immersed in the joy of self-breakthrough, and he danced to express his excitement to Lu Wei and Shen Liang.

Asahara, Xuanzhi and his teammates came to the bench next to Zhang Yuanteng at this time, and he glanced at Zhang Yuanteng's barbell weight.

When he found that Zhang Yuanteng's bench press weighed only 80 kilograms, he glanced up at the corner of Yuan Xuanzhi's mouth and showed a disdainful smile. The smile was exactly the same as the look on his face in the stadium that night, and he turned his head to say something loudly to his teammates, and then both of them burst into laughter.

Although none of the three of them understood Japanese, it was easy to guess what they meant from the tone of their voices and their smiles.

"This little Japan is so arrogant, I can kill one with one punch!" Lu Wei was a little unhappy, he clenched his fist in his right hand, and his green muscles had already exploded. His reaction was not so much that ideology was at work, but that he would never tolerate the provocations of his opponents.

These days, the memories of the orcs are only clear in the mind of the first 19 years, and the memories after that are gradually blurred, and now Lu Wei is like a young orc, who can set himself on fire at any time when he encounters a provocation.

"Don't be like that, we're here to compete, especially you, you have a lot of hope to get good results, don't let this affect your career!" Zhang Yuanteng was not happy in his heart, but Lu Wei's anger made him worried.

"That's right, the matter of the gym will be solved in the way of the gym, Lu Wei, you should show your hands quickly." Shen Liang also said hurriedly.

"Shimakawa-kun, I originally called you to let you open the eyes of these people, it seems that I am too worried, look at how I flatten him!"

"Asahara-kun, you have always been the pride of our Japanese track and field community, and you have worked hard." Takayuki Shimakawa, a shot put player on the Japanese track and field team, bowed to Nobushi Asahara, a standard 90-degree bow.

After finishing speaking, I saw that Asahara's Xuanzhi picked up two 45-kilogram barbell plates and pressed them on both sides of the barbell bar, and after fixing them, he did 15 bench presses in a row. It can be seen that the 90 kg barbell is his daily practice weight, and it seems to be easy to do.

"Well, it feels good, the feeling of muscle explosion can always remind people to be a strong person at all times, and Shimakawa-kun must always remember to make his own contribution to our track and field career!" Asahara, Nobuyoshi said to Shimakawa Takayuki in a teaching tone, and the other party bowed and nodded again and again at this time.

"This grandson is really enough to load, 90 kilograms will not be able to be dragged." Zhang Yuanteng was a little unhappy in his heart, but he knew in his heart that he really couldn't complete this weight.

"Shimakawa-kun, add another 10 kilograms of weight to me, and use the limit weight today." Nobushi Asahara, feeling a little unfinished, was ready to increase the bench press weight to 100 kilograms.

"Asahara-kun, you take a rest first, and I'll help you gain weight." Saying that, Takayuki Shimakawa added 10 kilograms of weight to the barbell.

Asahara, Xuanzhi slapped his arm, trying to relieve the fatigue of his muscles, seeing this, Lu Wei smiled, he was instructing Shen Liang in the bench press position, in his eyes, the weight of 100 kilograms is a child's toy. At this level, I have to come out to show, what a big face, how big eyes are now.

Asahara, Xuanzhi, used all his strength to take the barbell off the shelf, and it could be seen that he had a little difficulty pushing this weight.

He pushed the barbell up, but the effect was not very good, the barbell began to shake, and Takayuki Shimakawa behind him wanted to reach out to help him hold the barbell.

"Shimakawa-kun, let it go and let me finish him myself, otherwise it's an insult to me." Asaha Xuanzhi said, holding his breath and desperately putting the barbell up to his legs, his practice was red, and the barbell also shook left and right, but in the end he still lifted it.

Takayuki Shimakawa hurriedly helped him hold the barbell and put the barbell on the shelf.

"Asahara-kun, hard work! As a 100m runner, such a result is already rare, and your 4*100m relay team is the pride of all Japan and a model for us to learn from, so I will definitely try to follow in your footsteps in the future! ”

Saying that, Takayuki Shimakawa bowed to Asahara's Nobushi again.

"Very good, Shimakawa-kun, you are still young, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future, I believe ......"

"Hahaha, donkey skills are poor!" Lu Wei really couldn't stand the performance of these two people, this younger Japanese obviously looked pious to follow the teaching, but the bench press weight was too embarrassing.

"Then I'll go straight to 150 kilograms, I don't know who I am without slapping my face!"

Lu Wei quickly added 75 kilograms of weight to both sides of the barbell bar, and then lay on the bench press bed, grabbed the width of the barbell with both hands and the width of the shoulders, and arched the waist with both legs, so that there was a certain gap between the waist and the bench press, and then contracted his shoulders, then took a deep breath and pushed the barbell up.

"Wow! It's amazing. Shimakawa Takayuki saw Lu Wei easily lift this weight, and couldn't help but sigh, Asahara's heart was also shocked, he knew Hu Huo and Zhang Yuanteng, these people he met that day should be sprinters, a sprinter can have this bench press power, it is really unimaginable for him.

Lu Wei pushed the barbell up and paused, at this time he saw with his peripheral vision that the two Japanese had lost their normal heart, put down the barbell in his hand, and stared at Lu Wei without leaving it for a moment.

"Shimakawa-kun, it can be seen that this weight is also a bottleneck for him, his size is relatively large, and he may also pay attention to strength training, so he can barely complete it once. To know...... What the! He can push continuously! Asahara, at this time, had forgotten to maintain his image in front of his juniors, and almost exclaimed.

The reason for him is that Lu Wei paused the barbell in the air for a while, and then did it 19 times in one breath before putting it on the barbell rack.

Asahara's 150-kilogram score is clear, and this is already the result of an active NBA center. He felt that although this Chinese athlete was strong and had obvious muscle contours, if he hadn't seen it himself, he would never believe that Lu Wei could accomplish such a result.

"Shimakawa, he's just a sprinter, what he can do, you can do it too, let me add 150 kilograms of weight to you!" Asahara's Nobushi said that he was going to add 150 kilograms to Shimakawa Takayuki, who was already about to lose his mind by Lu Wei.

"Asahara-kun, I can't do this weight, if I try it forcibly, I'm afraid there will be a risk of injury, I can understand your feelings, but I can't lift this weight now, please forgive me!" Shimakawa was not rational at this time, although he was a shot put player, but this weight was far beyond his limit, and when he said this, he kept bowing to Asahara.

"Bastard, today we are going to lose face, the matter will definitely be laughed at by others, don't slack off these days, you have to make up for the shame of this moment with continuous efforts." The current Asahara, Xuanzhi, has long lost the coldness of the first meeting, and the flesh on his angry face has begun to tremble.

"Hahaha! This pretending to be a failure! Zhang Yuanteng and Shen Liang could amplify their voices so that the audience could notice Asahara's face.

Lu Wei glared at the two Japanese and snorted coldly, leaving them with an insurmountable back.