Chapter 92: Reclining Push

  Jiangning University's small gymnasium is built according to the latest international standards of Europe and America.

  Investing tens of millions of yuan, a stadium with only 2,000 seats was built, and its facilities are naturally advanced. It is mainly used for competitions and training in some niche events, and it focuses on traditional European and American advantageous events - cycling is the largest event in the venue, followed by wrestling and judo, all of which can participate in the University Games.

  They were also the main reason why Jiang Da was willing to invest heavily.

  In addition, weightlifting, billiards and fencing were also placed in the small gymnasium, each occupying a part of the venue, taking up a little bit of space.

  The gym's setup, apart from allocating time for sports projects, is more for fitness projects. As more and more people are influenced by European and American aesthetics, the number of people willing to take this course is also increasing day by day. In addition, time needs to be allocated for training teams, and here it is often 16 hours a day, fully booked.

  In comparison, the training equipment in the army is much simpler. The instructors in charge of military training couldn't help but try it out. For the school, it's also an extra benefit and they are allowed to use it 24 hours a day.

  Just like other soldiers who were used to the military equipment, Chen Heng finally found something interesting and excitedly went in, saying "Last time I went back, I tested it specially, let's come again."

  "I was just casual back then, it wasn't a serious fall." Chen Yi wanted to get out of military training and didn't want to play along with him.

  On the same day, he was moving boxes in the suburbs and used a power tape for the first time, so he wasn't quite sure about it.

  "With just a flick of your wrist, you've turned the top student of the military academy upside down? Do you think you're Lan Fu or something?" Chen Heng's eyes widened in anger as he shouted: "Think about how many times I've had to run back and forth these past few days, huh?"

  "Yes." Chen Yi hung his head in sorrow.

  Two soldiers in uniform stood guard at the front gate and asked, "Students swipe their cards to enter."

  They replaced the original administrator uncle.

  Chen Hengliang took out his military ID and said seriously: "Can I go in?"

  The soldiers hastened to salute and gave way.

  The officer may be big or small, but those who can be in the garrison headquarters are not simple.

  Chen Yi hastily followed up, all the way seeing military officers wearing neat summer uniforms, military officers wearing sloppy summer uniforms, and most of them were military officers not wearing clothes at all. Refreshing in mind, demeanor naturally born.

  A small number of students are concentrated in the self-study training area, and there are still not many people now - many projects have not started training yet.

  Chen Heng looked around and didn't see anyone he knew. He wasn't in a hurry, so he asked: "Do you play Go?"

  "I won't."

  "I'll teach you, this needs to be protected by someone, don't practice alone." Chen Heng said, finding a soldier without a spear, and shouted: "Brother, help me with the protection."

  "Good." The soldiers all let out a sigh of relief and came over laughing, saying: "Not from our unit, huh?"

  "The Garrison Command is nearby, my little brother studies here, I came over to take a stroll." Chen Heng said as he lay down on the long bench, his hands grasping the dumbbells, breathing lightly.

  The soldier also grabbed the dumbbell behind his head and smiled at Chen Yi: "This is a good school, isn't it?"

  Chen Heng smiled slightly, gradually gathering strength, using all his might to slowly but steadily push the dumbbells upwards.

  For upper limb muscles, bench press has the most significant effect, as it affects the largest muscle group, and is also a standard movement in various strength competitions.

  The bench press standard required by the American Football League, which is based on 225 pounds and calculates the number of times. Among them, those who can do more than 40 are abnormal, while quarterbacks and running backs can do 20, which is already a strong player.

  Chen Heng's height is similar to Chen Yi, and his weight is around 80 kilograms. He can now lift a barbell of 100 kilograms, which is quite impressive in terms of strength.

  That old soldier counted out loud: "One, two, three..."?

  Chen Heng put it back in its place with a slightly relieved expression, took a few deep breaths, and smiled: "A Yi, did you see that clearly?"

  "I understand." Chen Yi was very depressed.

  His absolute strength should be over 200 kilograms by now, so pushing 100 kilograms is naturally no problem.

  But he didn't want to reveal the training methods of the Kingdom of Santolio in front of everyone, and with the miraculous effect of the Tear of God's Oil, the result was completely different.

  "Give it a try." Chen Heng used an imperative sentence.

  "Settle my business first," Chen Yi said, staring at the dumbbells on both sides.

  "What's the hurry." Chen Heng was surrounded by soldiers and suddenly filled with military spirit, swift and decisive.

  Chen Yi had no choice but to lean in close to his ear and whisper: "If I get caught by the instructors while doing push-ups, how can I possibly ask for leave?"

  "Big brother, I'll take care of it. No need to use a sick leave." Chen Heng gave him a sideways glance and said, "If you weren't making money for the family, I wouldn't bother with this matter. You just wait..."

  As he spoke, Chen Heng followed the gap in the fitness equipment and went all the way to find it. He asked everyone he met: "Who is the person in charge?"

  Don't look at his low rank, but with Big Brother Chen Guoliang backing him up, in the Jiangning military circle, he is a man who can kill people and Buddhas. The military officers sent to the university are definitely willing to help.

  Chen Yi picked up a green dumbbell from the ground, idly tossing it in his hand, and asked the old soldier, "Ten kilograms?"

  "10 kilograms." The old soldier watched his movements in silence, also picked up one to try, almost spraining his wrist.

  Chen Yi secretly stuck out his tongue, not daring to play around anymore. Ever since he practiced body techniques, his sensitivity to weight had decreased, which was also an unavoidable thing. The amount he had used for over a decade had changed greatly in just an instant.

  Another young officer came before the couch and looked at Chen Yi with a curious expression, asking: "Is it usable?"

  "No need, you first." Chen Yi hastily gave up his seat.

  The other side of three people in a row, quickly began to add weight to the dumbbells.

  "The red one is 25 kilograms, the four pieces are 100 kilograms, and the yellow one is 1.5 kilograms, exactly 103 kilograms." The old soldier kindly introduced him to them, mostly because of Chen Heng's face.

  103 kilograms is almost 225 pounds, and the opponent looks like he still has some energy left. The speed is neither fast nor slow, and it's a bit more relaxed than Chen Heng.

  The old soldier shouted "good", Chen Yi thought it was funny and couldn't help but shout along.

  After the ninth level of Tai Chi, he was full of energy, and the word "good" was passed on to retire from the whole court. The young man who was still pushing the boat with his feet couldn't help but get up, and after sitting up, he was both out of breath and laughing.

  Stanik, who had just finished his extra practice, wiped away his sweat and immediately recognized Chen Yi's voice.

  Nothing else, it's just a deep impression.

  Not mentioning what the Vatican had paid out before and after, he lost 19 men at the hands of Zhu Guanglan, which means that for a fairly long period of time, there would be no one available.

  Moreover, he also has to worry about whether someone will drag out something else.

  He didn't know what happened next, but he felt an inexplicable sense of distance from Chen Yi.

  He doesn't want to get too close to Chen Yi.

  So after hearing Chen Yi's voice, he didn't immediately go forward, but instead turned around wanting to leave.

  After making a move, Stanik suddenly came to his senses, knocked on his head, and walked forward in silence.

  As for his trip to China, he has become disheartened and depressed from being initially full of enthusiasm.

  Of course, Stanik still has a firm will and will strive to complete his tasks, just not in the way he used to imagine, overturning all opponents and breaking through all obstacles.

  He had just arrived at the push-up area when he saw Chen Yi helping someone put on a dumbbell clip.

  Then, all that was seen was the little officer humming and hawing for half a day, but he still didn't lift the dumbbells.

  It wasn't until then that someone said: "You're talking about 25 kilograms of red, 2.5 kilograms of red is this kind..."?

  Chen Yi lowered his head and took a look at the two dumbbell plates he had just added. Sure enough, the front of them read 25 kilograms.

  Stannick's heart moved, feeling that he was holding a 25-kilogram weight with one hand, which seemed too easy, so he started observing from the side.

  After a while, Chen Heng brought back Ming Zhongxiao, chatting and laughing as if they were old friends.

  The army is a big stage, Chen Guoliang is the director of Jiangning's stage, and all other actors have to follow his lead.

  Chen Heng, although a military man through and through, is still adept at handling favors and borrowing from family connections - as the son of an aristocratic family, he has been benefiting from his family's influence since birth. As he grew up, due to the ruling class's propaganda, he abandoned giving back to his family and instead focused on cleansing himself, which was not only foolish but also extremely selfish. Few people actually do this, except in idol dramas where it's used to illustrate the importance of love.

  "This is my brother Chen Yi, this is Long Zhong Xiao, Dragon of China's dragon."

  "Polite, polite." Long Zhongxiao didn't put on any airs and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Chen Yi was able to get into Jiangning, that's really not bad."

  Chen Yi hehe smiled and handed over the negotiation task to his older brother.

  The two had already discussed the specific details long ago. After a while, Long Zhong called over an instructor who was the leader of Chen Yi's company.

  Before anyone knew what was happening, Chen Heng had already dragged Chen Yi in front of the bed.

  "Go up." Chen Heng said with a somewhat vicious tone.

  "When you're a soldier for three years, if you're not a bandit then you'll become one. Elder brother, you have a future." Chen Yi said with a smirk, lay down and grabbed the barbell with both hands, saying: "If you really want to know, let's start with 200 kilograms first."

  As long as he doesn't push it forward, it's fine.

  "Get out, start with 35 kilograms first, do a few movements, and then standardize it." Chen Heng glanced at the red dumbbell plate, hummed, and pushed his hand again: "The distance between the two hands does not exceed 80 centimeters, grasp the thread."

  "Okay, get up slowly."

  Chen Yi listened and slowly lifted his arms up with force.

  Even 35 kilograms of dumbbells can't be lifted, that's too fake.

  The old soldier next to him was laughing and joking, but after Chen Yi did two push-ups, he suddenly shouted: "Good heavens, be careful, don't get hurt!"

  "What's wrong with 35 kilograms?" Chen Yi's head was spinning, but he still had the strength to speak.

  Chen Heng looked around suspiciously, thinking that the old soldier was reminding others.

  Unexpectedly, he didn't take it seriously later, so he simply ran over and helped hold part of the dumbbell, then whispered: "Take a look at the pieces on both sides of the dumbbell."

  He came from two or three meters away and added five more when he spoke.

  He thought the number was almost enough, and with some remaining strength, he put it back on the pole. The old soldier's eyes were already wide open, his hands pressed against his shoulders, shouting: "Don't get up yet, Old Liu, is there still a military doctor? Come and take a look."

  "What's wrong?" Chen Heng also had a strange look on his face.

  The old soldier said gruffly: "You, as an elder brother, take a look at how many kilograms this is in total."

  "The dumbbells are 20 kilograms, with six red plates of 2.5 kilograms each..." Chen Heng read halfway before realizing something was off, his eyes almost popping out as he cursed loudly: "Who the hell put a 25-kilogram weight plate on me and told me it was 2.5 kilograms?"

  "They originally put 25 kilograms."

  Chen Hengqi scolded, also suppressing Chen Yi and not letting him get up, saying: "Who the hell put it on, no normal person can push 6 25kg ones."

  "It was me who helped him add it just now."

  The people around suddenly looked up, someone pressed his fingers and said: "6 times 25 kilograms, plus a 20-kilogram barbell, that's 170 kilograms?"

  "170 kilograms."

  Who pushed 170 kilograms??

  "Get out of here with your pushing! That kid pushed for a full 5 times."

  "Whose squad is this? Let's try arm-wrestling." Just then, a sturdy military officer with a thick beard came running over as if he had heard Hua Gu Niang.