The competition was meant for fun, so if it ends up putting you in a bad mood, wouldn’t it be a loss?
In the subsequent matches, each time Lan Luo took a shot, it was pretty decent. She consecutively pocketed several balls, performing quite normally. After Lan Luo, it was Lin Mubai’s turn. It seemed the push-ups earlier severely drained his energy because his first shot didn’t even make contact with the ball. Dıscover more novels at NoveIＦire.net
Not only were the people around shocked, but even he himself was stunned for quite a while before regaining some of his composure.
Seeing the situation, Lin Mubai understood he had no chance to fight back. He turned back to the push-up spot he used earlier, planning to resume his ’sour journey’ after Han Xiayang pocketed the last ball. Unexpectedly, Han Xiayang’s last ball didn’t go in, instantly rekindling hope in him.
Actually, Han Xiayang was conflicted too. On a personal level, Young Master Lin was his buddy. On a business level, Young Master Lin was his superior. After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he decisively missed a ball, giving Young Master Lin a chance, and also a pathway to his own bright future.
When he missed the last ball, he shook his head regretfully: "Alas, a miscalculation, a miscalculation."
Lin Mubai returned to the table, his face full of fighting spirit, though even with this opportunity, he still didn’t see the dawn of victory. After his last ball missed, Xi Yu, who had been standing and waiting without an opportunity to play, almost made him choke with her words: "Brother Mubai, why are you so out of it tonight? If this continues, I might not get a chance to play before you collapse onto the ground from exhaustion. I still want to play a match with you!" She laughed happily as she spoke. What is this? Clearly gloating.
Clever as Young Master Lin was, how could he not detect it? Rolling his eyes at her, he arrogantly retorted: "Don’t worry, tonight I’ll definitely satisfy your wish. I’ll also let your man experience what 100 push-ups feel like." Lin Mubai said through clenched teeth.
Zuo Qingfeng quickly experienced it firsthand; Lin Mubai’s 100 push-ups weren’t even finished before Zuo Qingfeng trudged over with a bitter face.
With a smug look, Lin Mubai glanced at him and tossed a remark: "Teaming up with Xi Yu, you should’ve been prepared for this."
Zuo Qingfeng, being a lawyer, was never at a loss for words. He immediately retorted back: "Same to you, same to you."
After 200 push-ups, Lin Mubai felt his arms start aching. This situation was more unfavorable for playing, yet he couldn’t find a reason to end the match, so he had to continue toughing it out.
Of course, he didn’t lose every match afterward. Occasionally, when An Nan’s luck exploded, they managed to win a round.
After an hour, the men had all done varying amounts of push-ups, and those who did the most were Zhao Tianchen and Lin Mubai. Both felt their arms weren’t even theirs anymore. Under such circumstances, the accuracy in playing pool was even poorer, and the poorer it got, the more they lost. Yet both were prideful, stubbornly continuing despite their suffering. Even now, Lan Xinru couldn’t bear to watch anymore. As the game continued on the other side, she approached Tian Chen.