Several people around heard their conversation and focused their attention.

"Do eighty sit-ups in one minute, are you kidding me?"

"This bullshit...eighty, why didn't you say eight hundred?"

"Eighty, isn't it too exaggerated?"

The leading police officer stood very close and heard everything clearly. He walked over and looked down at Hu Pingtao, who was lying on the cushion with his head in his hands: "Did you get full marks in the literary test this morning?"

Looking at the serious face of the other party, Hu Pingtao felt a little uneasy and nodded subconsciously.

The leading police officer asked again: "Can you really do eighty per minute?"

Hu Pingtao said "Hmm": "I took the test in college physical education class, and the best score was ninety-two."

The eyes of the leading police officer shone with surprise.

He walked to the other end of the cushion and signaled the tester who was holding Hu Pingtao's legs to get up and leave: "Let me do it!"

The starting whistle sounded.

Like a fast cheetah, Hu Ping Tao begins to flex and stretch. No matter if you look at it from the front or the side, you can see the bulging muscles under the thin T-shirt. The fingers of both hands are crossed and closed behind the head, controlling the body with strong abdominal muscles.

Movement, every rise and fall, has an amazing momentum.
Chapter completed!