"I wasn’t prepared just now. There’s no way I’d lose to you right from the start. I want to challenge you again!"
Liang Jun pondered carefully, realizing something wasn’t right. He was already strong enough; how could Lin Feng be so much stronger than him? Without any stalemate, Lin Feng had slammed his wrist down instantly. A mere college freshman absolutely couldn’t possess such immense strength. So, after mulling it over, Liang Jun concluded that he must have been distracted, allowing Lin Feng to seize the opportunity and overpower him.
Before Lin Feng could respond, Sun Kailiang spoke up for Liang Jun, "Lin Feng, I think Instructor Liang Jun has a point. He’s always been our company’s arm-wrestling champion. Losing to you so quickly must mean you used some trick. How about this: you two have another match!"
Lin Feng had anticipated Sun Kailiang would speak up for Liang Jun and replied nonchalantly, "Want another match? Sure. It’ll only take a few seconds. If someone’s still looking for a beating, I’m happy to oblige."
With that, Lin Feng and Liang Jun squatted down again, taking their arm-wrestling stances as the crowd watched in amazement.
Lin Feng glanced at Liang Jun, who was clearly itching for revenge, then smiled faintly and said to Sun Kailiang, "Instructor Sun, you don’t need to be the referee. Let Liang Jun do it." As he spoke, Lin Feng turned his gaze to Liang Jun. "Didn’t you just claim I won with a sneak attack because you weren’t paying attention? Alright then. This time, you be the referee. You say when we start. How about that?"
"Damn, Lin Feng is being way too cocky!" Wang Zikai, who had sat down beside Yang Ming, said with some concern.
Yang Ming, however, now had more confidence in Lin Feng. "Lin Feng has surprised us a few times now. I believe if he’s saying this, he’s come prepared. That piece of shit Liang Jun definitely can’t beat him!"
"Hmph, you brat! Do you really think you can beat me for sure?" Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Liang Jun ground his teeth in anger. To be looked down upon by a student! It’s infuriating! However, he still didn’t know Lin Feng’s true strength. So, he didn’t retort to Lin Feng’s provocation but accepted the challenge, thinking, Just wait until I yell ’Start!’ Let’s see how you win then!
According to the competition method Lin Feng had proposed, Liang Jun, who could start the match at any moment, undoubtedly had the absolute advantage. Staring at Lin Feng with a cold gaze, Liang Jun didn’t rush to shout "Start." He was trying to wear down Lin Feng’s patience. The moment Lin Feng let his guard down, he would yell "Start," confident he could deliver a decisive blow and pay Lin Feng back with an instant defeat!
Time ticked by, second by second. About a minute and a half later, seeing Lin Feng waiting with a leisurely yawn, Liang Jun seized his chance and suddenly yelled, "Start!"
SLAM!
It was, indeed, an instant win! However, the victor wasn’t Liang Jun. It was Lin Feng again!
Lin Feng’s reaction speed and perception were so superior, he was an entire Pacific Ocean ahead of Liang Jun. Even if Lin Feng had been completely casual, Liang Jun absolutely could not have beaten him! This was the difference made by absolute strength!
A hush fell over that corner of the sports field for several seconds. Then, sporadic cheers erupted from the student ranks of the fourth platoon. Wang Zikai, Yang Ming, and Zhong Jialiang clapped enthusiastically for Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, well done!"
After this victory, Liang Jun was speechless. His face alternated between ashen and livid. Staring at Lin Feng for several seconds with an expression like he was severely constipated, he gritted his teeth and said, "So what, Lin Feng? You’re just stronger than me, that’s all! If you’ve got the guts, compete with me in something else!"
Hearing this, Lin Feng gave a cold smile. "I say, Instructor Shit, am I really so charming that you can’t leave me alone? I have absolutely no interest in you!"
Recalling Liang Jun’s arrogance and how he bullied students during training, Lin Feng now ruthlessly retorted in front of everyone. The male students of the fourth platoon were ecstatic. Each one was mentally worshipping Lin Feng: Lin Feng, you’re incredible! I’m totally convinced!
"Lin Feng, how dare you speak to an instructor like that!" Sun Kailiang stepped forward to defend Liang Jun. "Instructors are teachers! If you disrespect your teachers like this, what makes you fit to be a college student?"
Lin Feng snorted. "An instructor counts as a teacher? Ask Liang Jun if he even deserves to be one! Constantly punishing students during training is one thing. But my classmate had a cold, came to training sick, and he still wanted to punish him with 80 push-ups? Tell me, does someone like that deserve to be called a teacher?!"
These words left Sun Kailiang somewhat speechless. After all, Liang Jun’s punishment of the student was indeed excessive, and that wasn’t allowed.
"Enough of your nonsense! Do you dare compete with me or not?" Liang Jun could no longer contain his anger and bellowed.
"Damn right I dare! You think I’m scared of you? What’s the challenge? Name it!" Lin Feng was fired up too. If I don’t show this guy a thing or two, he’ll never learn how capable I am, he thought. Since he’s asking for it, I’ll crush him again. Let’s see him try to show his face on this sports field after that!
Liang Jun rolled up his sleeves. "Push-ups!"
"What’s the format?"
"Most in one minute wins!"
"Hmph. Standard push-ups? Isn’t that a bit too easy? If you’ve really got guts, let’s compete at one-handed, single-finger push-ups!" Lin Feng retorted, lips curling into a sneer.
"Hiss—one-handed, single-finger push-ups?!"
Lin Feng’s words hit them like a bombshell, and the surrounding students who heard him erupted into disbelieving discussion. They’d heard of one-handed push-ups, but someone could actually do a one-handed, *single-finger* push-up? Impossible!
A one-handed, single-finger push-up, as the name implied, meant supporting oneself with only a single finger of one hand. Of course, Lin Feng had just coined the term. It hadn’t existed before because, quite simply, no one had ever been able to do it! A person weighed well over a hundred pounds; if they tried to support themselves on a single finger, wouldn’t it just snap?
After a wave of discussion, all eyes naturally turned to Liang Jun.
Liang Jun’s expression turned ugly, a muscle in his cheek twitching. He sneered, "One-handed, single-finger push-ups? Are you sure such a thing even exists? And you’re sure *you* can do it? Kid, don’t make outlandish boasts!"
"Exactly, Lin Feng!" Sun Kailiang chimed in, backing Liang Jun. "So many students are watching. Your competition with Instructor Liang Jun must be fair. It’s not enough to just stump him with a challenge; you have to be able to do it yourself!"
Lin Feng’s expression remained calm. He smiled faintly. "Enough talk, Liang Jun. Just tell me: can you do it or not?"
Being addressed so brazenly by Lin Feng’s full name felt like a slap in the face to Liang Jun. He gritted his teeth. "It doesn’t matter if I can do it or not. *You* certainly can’t!"
"Hmph. And what if I *can* do it?" Lin Feng retorted with a chuckle.
A fierce glint in his eyes, Liang Jun shouted, "If you can do it, I’ll call you Grandpa! If you can’t, *you’ll* call *me* Grandpa!"