This is to escalate the difficulty again.

Everyone knows how difficult push-ups are, and if you want to do push-ups on top of it, it will test the strength of your arms even more if you want to lie down under you.

If that person doesn't know how to sit on push-ups, the consequences of pressing down at once are unimaginable.

Just thinking about it makes my back hurt for a while.

This is not only a test of physical fitness, but also a test of psychological quality.

Everyone listened to Song Tingchuan's opinion, and only felt that the cold sweat behind them was falling down.

Who would dare to play this Nima

But do they dare to admit cowardice, can they admit it?

The pit was dug by himself first, and even if he cried to death, he had to jump down.

But this time, unexpectedly, Song Tingchuan took the initiative to open his mouth quite understandingly

"Why don't I show you a model first?"

The other party took the initiative to send it to the door, even if they knew that if Song Tingchuan's demonstration was done, they would have no turning back at all, but they still held their breath and wanted to see Song Tingchuan's discomfort.

For such a two-person activity, Song Tingchuan naturally asked Su Nan to cooperate.

Just before getting out of his seat, Song Tingchuan reached out and pinched Chu Yao's shoulder.

After such a long roommate relationship, Chu Yao can still understand the meaning conveyed by Song Tingchuan

He told him not to forget the video.

This shameless man.

Chu Yao silently lit a wax for his sister-in-law.

When Su Nan was pulled on the field by Song Tingchuan, he was still casting a puzzled look at him with a pair of eyes as clear as water.

Song Tingchuan helped her straighten the broken hair on her sideburns, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear

"Girlfriend, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Su Nan raised his eyes and saw the seriousness and piety in his eyes like an oath, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

The corners of Song Tingchuan's mouth smiled, and he took her hand and watched her slowly lie down on the fingerboard.

Then Song Tingchuan propped his hands on the side of her head, and his long figure slowly covered her entirely.

This is the first time Su Nan has looked at Song Tingchuan from this perspective.

He was alone in her field of vision, his always handsome face was magnified in front of her, in order to facilitate push-ups, Song Tingchuan's glasses were also taken off, and at this time, the two of them looked at each other, and Su Nan could clearly see the little her reflected in his dark eyes.

The sounds around them seemed to be gone, and they were so close that they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Song Tingchuan was at this time, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, he raised his eyes, and smiled at the secretary of the Youth League who was the host on the side

"It's time to go."

The secretary of the Youth League nodded stunned.

Then Song Tingchuan bent his arm, his handsome face slowly enlarged in front of Su Nan, and her reflection in his eyes became clearer and clearer, and his warm breath hit her face, and then he slowly moved away.

Su Nan heard the people around him counting them loudly

"One."

Then he approached again, and then moved away again, and so on and so forth, breathing and intertwining with each other.

Su Nan's brain was white the whole time, just like the ceiling on his back.

She watched as fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, probably the fingerpressure board in his palm still put pressure on him.

She listened to his breathing and began to be unsteady, probably still overestimating her own capacity.

But he always looked at her with a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, as if there were countless storms in this world, he could stop her with a smile.

The heartbeat in my ears was clear, I don't know if it was hers or his.