"Haha, you two, have you finished discussing?" Chen Min asked with a laugh.
"Absolutely no need to prepare," Yang Zui said arrogantly.
"I'm ready too. Someone lost three billion plus a streaking bet, don't forget," Ye Hao responded.
"The deer hasn't died yet, come on," Yang Zui snorted.
"Since you're both ready, let's start! Beep beep!" Chen Min whistled, then placed his hand between the two, saying, "Get ready."
Ye Hao and Yang Zui both steadied their bodies, Ye Hao coordinated his body well to avoid injuring himself by going too fast.
Yang Zui started by circulating his Inner Breath to prevent early exhaustion.
"Start, beep beep!" Chen Min's hand dropped, and the whistle sounded.
Ye Hao and Yang Zui began moving simultaneously.
Yang Zui did twenty push-ups in ten seconds, incredibly fast, with well-spaced intervals.
Ye Hao did them leisurely, one per second. By the time he did twenty, Yang Zui had done forty.
Yang Zui gave Ye Hao a provocative look, thinking to himself, "With this kind of trash, he dares to play with me? I'll destroy you."
Ye Hao thought it amusing; though a strong start is appealing, if you run out of strength later, those behind will catch up.
Ye Hao continued at one per second, while Yang Zui initially did two per second, then slowed to one every 1.5 seconds.
"Yang Zui is so fast, 108 now."
"108, 109, 110..."
Lin Ruyu and Su Qing sat together, watching Ye Hao's push-ups and softly counting, "51, 52, 53..."
They were confident in Ye Hao because he maintained one per second from the start, while Yang Zui's speed had clearly slowed.
Chen Min watched Ye Hao with approval; as a soldier, he knew the biggest taboo in doing push-ups too quickly is the rapid loss of body strength. A steady approach keeps the breath calm, avoiding the fast loss of strength due to gasping.
"Keep it up! Over a hundred now, my goodness, what a beast!" The guys were in awe as Yang Zui approached 150.
Meanwhile, Ye Hao also had over ninety.
"Come on, come on!" Ye Hao and Yang Zui's contest was known only to their class at first, but soon students from other areas noticed.
They peeked over while exercising.
"180, 181..." Several girls watched Yang Zui with admiration and cheered loudly.
Lin Ruyu and Su Qing were more low-key, softly counting, "140, 141..."
"Come on, Yang Zui, faster, utterly crush him," the girls urged wildly, dissatisfied when Yang Zui slowed down.
"Come on, or else you'll have to streak."
Yang Zui smiled ruefully upon hearing the girls; it's not that he didn't want to be faster, but starting so quickly means that despite the support of Inner Breath, physical agility isn't helped by it. Over time, his body's agility decreased, slowing his speed.
Ye Hao glanced at Yang Zui and smiled, which seemed to spur Yang Zui, who returned to doing two push-ups per second.
However, this made his effort even more intense.
"Go Hao," Lin Ruyu, seeing the girls cheering for Yang Zui, felt shy to shout but didn't want Ye Hao to streak amidst so many people.
"Go Ye, beat him," Su Qing shouted encouragement while counting.
Ye Hao continued doing push-ups with one hand, waving the other to reassure the two girls.
Ye Hao maintained one push-up per second with one hand, attracting the attention of all nearby coaches.
Those coaches knew what was happening but felt no need to intervene since it didn't concern them.
Now seeing Ye Hao doing push-ups with one hand, they became curious about how strong that arm must be to support him.
"Wow! Awesome!" The girls who were cheering for Yang Zui couldn't help but express admiration seeing Ye Hao do push-ups with one hand.
"One hand, isn't this like filming a movie?" The boys were incredulous as well.
"I feel the world isn't that simple; we're just regular folks."
"So cool."
Ye Hao's demeanor won over the onlookers.
Yang Zui, not conceding, tried doing push-ups with one hand too, but after just four, he became unbalanced, forcing him to use both hands again.
"Kid, don't get cocky, I won't let you win," Yang Zui gasped.
Other area coaches gathered, asking, "Min, what's going on here?"
Chen Min laughed, "Haha, two of my students decided to compete; it's just begun."
"How many?" another coach asked.
"252," a girl supporting Yang Zui replied loudly.
"How about him?" The coaches looked at Ye Hao.
"210," Su Qing said.
"Haha, though there's a gap between them, it seems neither's strength is limited to that! Let's see who laughs last," a coach remarked with a chuckle, genuinely curious if anyone could surpass them.
They could only manage 500 consecutively, their limit, so they hoped Yang Zui and Ye Hao could break that.
"Keep it up!" Other coaches urged before sitting on the grass to watch.
They had plenty of comments on Ye Hao, about his form and whether it was standard enough, etc.
As for Yang Zui, they merely noted his speed, not his form, because a standard push-up involves both hands on the ground, supporting the entire body, with it forming a line with the heels.
"Excellent, very standard." Those officers praised Ye Hao.
"Keep going Yang Zui."
"382, 383..." Yang Zui surpassed 380 and headed towards 400.
Ye Hao kept up closely with Yang Zui's count, showing no signs of fatigue, whereas Yang Zui was tiring.
Yang Zui believed Ye Hao had used up his Inner Breath and was now competing with normal stamina, thus pushing himself.
Little did he know, Ye Hao hadn't used up any Inner Breath, relying solely on his physical strength for over 350 push-ups. (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian.com to cast recommendation tickets and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)