Here's what they saw.

A person lies flat on the 100-point puller, heads raised high and looking in the direction of the feet, thumb and index finger pinching the control pull button.

His hand didn't move, though.

His face was a little unsightly, and even a little worried.

The torso of his body, the thousand-point puller stretched out dense probes, tightly pressing his muscles.

Something doesn't seem to be good with these probes.

At a glance, you can see a large number of broken probes arranged in a mess under the thousand-point pull exerciser.

Looking at the puller parallel to his body, countless 'bald' probes slowly rotated, flashing red light.

The group was stunned for a full five seconds before they finally swept it all up, and no one dared to take another step forward.

Their hearts are broken.

For example, a man named Chen Mao, he thought so in his heart.

Wait, I'll take a look at it first.

The probe that holds the muscle in place fell to the ground, that is, it broke.

The probe is flashing, indicating that it is broken.

The man was still lying down, indicating that he had not come down, and it was impossible to destroy it from the outside.

His hand is still holding the button that controls the power, indicating that he is controlling the machine himself, but?

Why did the probe break?

A not-so-good, not-so-believable thought arose from within.

Didn't he break the damn thing, right?

Zhang Wu was also in the crowd, and after he saw this scene clearly, he was stunned at first, flashed the same thought as Chen Mao's heart, and then immediately cut through the crowd.

"Xu Han!" quickly ran forward and turned off the main switch of the thousand-point puller.

Boom!

All the probes are retracted.

Zhang Wu stood still in front of Xu Han, didn't dare to pull Xu Han, and yelled outside: "Take the stretcher, go to the hospital." "The metal probes are all broken, so can Xu Han's muscles and tendons be fine?

Only then did the others react, and hurriedly withdrew, hurriedly looking for a stretcher. I didn't have time to think about who was responsible for the broken probe.

Zhang Wu turned around again: "Third brother, you! What should I say about you." ”

"Don't you know that it hurts?" Zhang Wu thought that Xu Han didn't know how to use the machine, so he was stunned and kept adding force to break the probe of the machine.

That's metal.

Xu Han suddenly sat up.

Sitting up, Zhang Wu was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped back two steps, thinking that he had cheated the corpse!

Seeing that Xu Han was fine, he relieved himself and asked again, "Third brother, are you okay?"

Someone outside had already hurriedly carried the stretcher in, and said, "Come, come, come and take the handle, hurry up and send it to the emergency department." ”

But I only listened, Xu Han muttered alone there: "Hell, why did you break after more than 2,000 turns?"

Talking to himself, he bent his legs down again and sat flat, as if he didn't see anyone.

Zhang Wu's heart was already broken, and when he heard Xu Han suddenly say this, he didn't know what to say.

Do you know what the concept of more than 2,000 turns is? Is it better to fuck more than 4,000 pounds?

If someone else spoke like this in front of him, he would definitely slap it in the face.

Zhang Wu was scolding his mother in his heart.

Xu Han said no, Zhang Wu staggered back for a while, seeing that Xu Han could still sit still, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he couldn't hold back the 10,000 *** that was bursting in his heart, and asked: "Third brother, are you okay with something, say something." ”

Xu Han can sit up, then his muscles must be fine, although this is a living fact, but Zhang Wu can't believe it.

What do muscles that can withstand more than 4,000 catties of strength look like?

Muscle toughness and explosiveness are two different concepts.

The strength that an ordinary person can explode is about sixty to one hundred catties, and he can withstand one or two blows from sixty catties to one hundred catties.

But, fucking muscles, you let people try it? Except for the biggest muscles, you don't want to break them.

Xu Han raised his head, trembling all over, knowing that he was in trouble, he quickly stood up and said, "This matter is like this." Listen to me first. ”

"At first, I turned a hundred times and didn't feel anything, so I just turned a few more times, and then, it broke. That's the way it is. How do I have to pay for this?"

Zhang Wu: "......"

Others: "......"

scolded in my heart: Compensation to your uncle, are we talking about compensation?

However, seeing that Xu Han could still stand up and be able to point and explain with both hands, he knew that Xu Han was absolutely fucking fine.

And then, they didn't know what to do with it.

......

Martial Arts Society, First Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Mao reported to Cheng Xiande.

"President Cheng, the thousand-point training device of the Twelfth Martial Arts Hall is broken. Well, it was broken by someone. ”

Cheng Xiande was boxing at the moment, beckoning sandbags one by one, without looking at Chen Mao at all: "If it's broken, report for repair, what are you looking for me, I won't fix that guy." ”

Boom!

Cheng Xiande punched again and knocked the sandbag with more than 1,000 catties out of the air.

Chen Mao seemed to know that Cheng Xiande would do this, and hurriedly explained: "President Cheng, this time it is not an ordinary bad, but the probe that fixes the tendon of the trainer is broken." ”

Cheng Xiande frowned, took the sandbag that flew upside down, and pushed it out: "What's the matter? How can the probe be be broken? In this way, you go and write an application, I will sign it, go to the finance department for reimbursement, and buy another one." Be careful in the future, this probe is not cheap. ”

Chen Mao: "One, one is not enough. ”

Chen Mao was very weak-hearted, Cheng Xiande was the president of the Martial Arts Association of the Ministry of Medicine, and the person in charge of the Twelfth Martial Arts Hall, so he had to report to him.

"Is there more than one bad one?" Cheng Xiande's face changed slightly, and he complained: "Chen Mao, you don't know how careful you are, do you know how expensive the probe of the thousand-point training device is?" Our martial arts branch has a total of twelve training halls, and there is only so much money a year, if you break two or three, what if the other martial arts halls are broken?"

"I've already explained that the warranty is guaranteed once a month, have you implemented it?"

Cheng Xiande shouted: "You write a note in person, and I will send it to President Qi and ask him to sign it." ”

Chen Mao swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, sweating profusely all over his face: "President Cheng, a few are not enough, there are a lot of bad ones this time, about forty or fifty." Chen Mao couldn't bear this tension in his heart, so he simply finished saying everything at once.

Boom!

The sandbag that was beaten out by Cheng Xiande returned again, and directly smashed him out who was a little stunned when he heard it.

One staggered, finally stood still, his head turned a little stiffly, and his eyes were a little dull: "What did you say?"

"The probes of the Twelve Martial Arts Hall's trainers have been broken by forty or fifty. Chen Mao could feel Cheng Xiande's anger, and he didn't have time to breathe after saying it in one breath and explained: "It was broken when we were listening to the lecture." ”

"Chen Mao!" Cheng Xiande's consciousness eased up, and he drank loudly: "Don't you usually fucking skip meals and cook and eat with a probe?"

"Forty or fifty, do you know how much forty or fifty probes cost? That's more than two million! More than two million!" Cheng Xiande wanted to strangle Chen Mao to death.

Chen Mao trembled and didn't dare to answer.

Cheng Xiande didn't pinch it down after all, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Who smashed it? This matter must be implemented by individuals." What are you doing here?"

More than two million, how to report this to the school, the school is not generous to such a point.

Chen Mao immediately said: "President Cheng, this pulling device was not smashed by someone, but was pulled and broken in the process of use. While wiping his sweat, Chen Mao's shoulders were shaking.

Then he said: "That's it, that Xu Han, he kicked Django yesterday." No, it was the one who broke his calf bone with a kick yesterday, yesterday. He said he turned the 1000-point trainer more than 2,000 times, and then the probes all broke on their own. ”

Cheng Xiande's eyes were instantly gloomy, and his expression was very cold: "Do you mean to say that it was the hand that moved the probe first, and then it was broken by Xu Han's rebound?"

Cheng Xiande burst out instantly, then pushed Chen Mao away, and started to walk out.

......

In the Twelve Martial Arts Training Hall, Xu Han and the others waited, and Cheng Xiande walked in angrily. Chen Mao in the back also followed, but he stood far away, looking like he had nothing to do with me.

Cheng Xiande remembered Xu Han to death, and the reason why he was able to become the vice president was because he knew Fang Tianwei from the Martial Arts Club of the headquarters, and specially placed him in the Martial Arts Club of the Ministry of Medicine to balance Qi Liangan's strength.

Yesterday, when Xu Han let Fang Tianwei not be a person inside and outside in public, Cheng Xiande, as Fang Tianwei's confidant, had already had the intention to find time to mess with Xu Han, and now the opportunity has just come.

As soon as he entered the door, he said, "You said that you turned this trainer more than 2,000 times, and then the probe broke on its own, right?"

Xu Han nodded and said honestly: "President Cheng, I may have used too much force." "This is his own responsibility, of course Xu Han has to bear it.

"Huh. The corners of Cheng Xiande's mouth were sneering, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "You come with me to the eleventh training hall." ”

Xu Han followed, and Zhang Wu, Chen Mao and others also followed.

Cheng Xiande stood in front of the thousand-point training machine in the eleventh martial arts hall, and said unceremoniously: "Come, you lie down, I'll turn around." Two thousand laps!

Xu Han looked at the training device with some fear, and said softly: "President Cheng, don't." If it breaks again, I can't afford to pay for it. ”

Cheng Xiande's mentality exploded in an instant, and he still has to pretend to be forced to do so, even if you can't afford to pay for it, you can find a better reason, okay?

I like to pretend, I'll let you pretend!

"I'll let you go up, as long as you can let me turn two thousand times, I'll pay for it! Cheng Xiande's voice was loud and full of mockery.

"That's okay! remember not to exceed two thousand three hundred circles!" Xu Han listened to Cheng Xiande's tone, and was also a little unhappy, I don't admit that I broke it, I recruited you to provoke you?

"Xu Han!" Zhang Wu couldn't help but be a little nervous when he saw Xu Hanzhen lying down. In fact, he couldn't believe what Xu Han said before.

"Zhang Wu, you get out of the way for me!" Cheng Xiande saw that Xu Han really dared to lie down, as if he was really against himself, he pulled Zhang Wu away, and then pinched the button of the stretcher with both hands and turned it quickly, and it was the kind of large controller, one circle is equal to ten circles of small circles.

Cheng Xiande didn't count how many times he turned, anyway, Xu Han couldn't stand it, and he would definitely call it himself.

Boom Boom!

For the next five minutes, it was the sound of Cheng Xiande turning the controller quickly.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Wu and the others were almost petrified, and their eyes almost didn't pop out. Hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

None of the legends have been witnessed with your own eyes, making it feel shocking and immersive.

In the end, everyone forgot how many laps they had turned.

Until, suddenly, bang!

A few familiar sounds sounded again, and when several probes flew out directly and smashed into Cheng Xiande's face, Cheng Xiande stopped turning.

It was only in pain that he had time to see the number of laps he had turned.

Big Lap: 215 laps!

That's 2,150 laps!

Poof, Cheng Xiande sat down on the ground with a wonderful face.

Beside him, dozens of falling metal probes, constantly drawing circular arcs, clanged in the quiet No. 11 Martial Arts Hall.