Stretching his body, Lin Feng said,"Move the camera, I'm changing.”
"Oh, okay."
The cameraman moved the camera away and Lin Feng changed into his new clothes and shoes.
He tied his shoelaces, stood up, and jumped a few times before rushing onto the track.
Lin Feng ran too fast. By the time the cameraman regained his senses, Lin Feng had already run over a hundred meters.
"Hurry up and fly the drone over.”
Each challenger was assigned three cameramen. They were equipped with ultra-light cameras and the most expensive professional aerial drones on the market.
The equipment alone was worth hundreds of thousands.
The cameraman controlled the drone and chased after him. Lin Feng shot out like a rocket, his speed was extremely fast.
"Is this guy crazy? Why did you run so fast?"
"Alright, there's no need to look. It's not interesting. He doesn't run marathons like this at all. He's purely an amateur.”
"A marathon is 42 kilometers long, not 420 meters. No one can run so fast.”
"Damn it, even such a fool was chosen by the program team. Why wasn't I chosen?”
In the midst of all the cursing, the number of people online in Lin Feng's live streaming room decreased from 70,000 to 30,000.
Originally, there was a group of people who wanted to watch the fun, but when they saw him running like this, they lost all interest in watching.
After Lin Feng ran one round, he suddenly stopped and walked towards them.
The cameraman stared at each other. Why did they suddenly stop?
Can't run anymore?
No way, bro, you only ran one lap!
Lin Feng walked over and said,"Help me count."”
"What? What number?"
"Sit-ups."
"Aren't we jogging?"
"We'll run last. Let's do the things that don't waste time first.”
"Then you just
…" Lin Feng smiled and said,"I just bought new shoes. I'm afraid of rubbing my feet. After running one round, I found that it's still okay."”
The cameraman was
speechless.
"Alright, you've already acted tough. What else can I say?”
"This little guy is still young, but he has a set of tricks up his sleeve.”
"Go and look at challenger number 33. That guy chose to sing on the streets. F * ck, I'm so happy.”
"Hahaha, I'm also looking at Number 33. The song he composed himself is simply too amazing. How can it be called a song?”
"No matter what, at least they have the courage to sing it.”
Compared to the other challengers, Lin Feng was indeed ordinary.
The main reason was that the last wish he chose was really not worth looking at.
Others chose to sing on the streets or do fixed-point parachuting. At least there was a possibility of completing it.
However, even if Saitama was here, she wouldn't be able to do all of your perverted training methods.
Lin Feng walked to the grass and laid out his changed clothes on the grass. Then, he sat on his clothes and adjusted his posture. He said to the cameraman,"Help me count."
"Oh, okay."
"It's starting."
After saying this, Lin Feng placed his hands behind his head, bent his legs, and placed his feet on the ground as he began to do sit-ups.
Sit-ups were very simple, but most people would use a heavy object to press down on the instep or have someone press down on the instep.
This method was more energy-saving.
The standard sit-ups were all done independently.
No weight could be placed on the instep, and it was completely done by the strength of the waist and abdomen muscles.
This had extremely high requirements for the abdominal muscles of the trainers.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Lin Feng started to do it while the cameraman counted at the side.
The cameraman did not understand this, but he could tell that Lin Feng's posture was very accurate. His speed was neither fast nor slow, just right.
Duck King: "This handsome guy's sit-ups are very standard."
"Damn, the Duck King is coming!”
"It's really the Duck King. Hahaha, I can't believe I saw the Duck King here.”
"What did Big Boss Duck say? This posture is very standard? Is it as good as your rich woman's happy sit-ups?”
This King Duck was a uploader on a video website. His main focus was fitness, and his muscles were quite beautiful.
Because of his powerful waist and abdomen strength, and often performing many difficult movements, he was jokingly called the Duck King who wanted to marry a rich and beautiful man.
Duck King: "I'm not trying to praise him, but his sit-ups are really standard. I really want to see the muscles under his clothes."
"Calm down, you are the king of rich women. You like women!”
"What did I say? If there is no need for reproduction, men and men are true love.”
"Duck King, if it were you, how many sit-ups could you do in a row? How about ten thousand?"
Duck King: "If you follow the standard posture, 10,000 definitely won't work. Two or three thousand won't be a problem."
As a fitness enthusiast, Lin Feng's standard sit-ups made him feel very comfortable.
He had only wanted to take a casual look, mainly because he wanted to see the young lady.
In the end, when Lin Feng saw it, he could not leave.
He wanted to see how many Lin Feng could make.
If he was in his limit state, he felt that he could probably do around 3000 consecutive times.
Time passed by.
In the blink of an eye, 10 minutes had passed.
"321…"
"322…"
The cameraman's mouth was a little stiff, and he was a little silly.
This guy had been doing it for ten minutes without stopping.
Moreover, his speed did not slow down at all. He maintained his initial speed, and even his posture was still so standard.
"I suddenly realized that this handsome guy seems to have some skills.”
"Isn't he skilled? He came prepared!”
"At first, I thought he was bragging, but I didn't expect him to be really awesome.”
"To be honest, even if he can't complete it, I have to say that the boss is awesome!”
In a small village in Nanhu Province, a man in his thirties, who was wearing a sleeveless tank top and had a perfect figure, sat in his yard, staring at the phone in his hand.
On the phone, it was a live video of Lin Feng doing sit-ups.
"F * ck, is this guy a pervert?”
"3222 sit-ups in 10 minutes! What kind of god are you?”
The man tapped his fingers on the screen and sent a bullet comment.
Duck King: "Brother Lin, you came back from abroad, right?" I know almost everyone in the domestic fitness circle, but I've never heard of you.
"What's wrong? I only made 300 or so."
"Duck King, be honest. Are you asking for too much money? It was just this little bit and he was already starting to praise her. This was too much.”
[Duck King]: What the hell! Do you know what the world record for sit-ups is?
"There's a world record for this?”
"Gillies is really getting more and more bored.”
Duck King: The world record is 4 hours, 48 minutes, and 41 seconds. 9180 consecutive times! On average, it was 32 per minute!
"32 in a minute isn't much. I can do it too.”
"Isn't it fine as long as you have hands?"
Duck King: "Just because you have hands?" I'm going to spit blood at you. One minute is nothing, but you can do it for ten minutes in a row. And it's a standard one, the kind where no one can press on your legs. Let alone ten minutes, I'll call you grandpa if you can do it for five minutes!
"Uh…Now that you mention it, it does seem a little difficult.”
"It's nothing. It's only been ten minutes. Believe in yourself. Duck King, you can do it too!”
It was mainly because of the commoners 'exercise of doing sit-ups, which anyone could do. Hence, everyone only felt that Lin Feng did it faster and more accurately.
However, they couldn't tell how awesome it was.
As time passed, Lin Feng did more and more.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.
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