Chen Guxiang wasn't stupid. He immediately realized they weren't talking about him, but about Chen Jincheng.
He glanced over and saw that Chen Jincheng had already gotten off the pull-up bar.
'He'd actually finished the overhand pull-ups?'
'How could a scumbag like him do that?'
While he was still stunned, Chen Jincheng had already moved to a set of parallel bars and started doing dips.
Chen Guxiang gritted his teeth and hurried to continue his pull-ups.
'His muscles are clearly more agile,' he thought, 'but this isn't about time or technique. It's about constitution. In the end, it all comes down to who completes the most reps.'
Soon, he also got off the pull-up bar, only to find that Chen Jincheng had already finished his dips and was now doing straight leg raises on the parallel bars.
Chen Guxiang's expression soured. He was falling too far behind in speed. Even if he won in the end, people would just say he had useless, bulky muscles and was incredibly clumsy.
