Yang Tian also jumped up and held the horizontal bar. He didn't know how to do it originally, but after seeing Wang Jin's standard movements, he felt that this was not difficult at all.

His movements were the same as Wang Jin's at the beginning, very standard. However, in the later stages of Wang Jin's movement, due to too much physical exertion, his movements were not very standard.

In order to save time, Yang Tian went very fast, one shot every two to three seconds.

When the people in No. 1 Middle School saw this, their eyes lit up.

They have a bold idea in their minds.

Could it be that... Yang Shen could really win?

At this thought, they began to get excited and cheer for Yang Tian.

But just after shouting twice, the three to five hundred people from Shengying Middle School all looked over with cold eyes.

Everyone swallowed hard and immediately stopped talking. If this made everyone angry, they would not be able to stand upright and return to the first center.

When Wang Jin saw Yang Tian's speed, instead of being surprised, he started mocking him.

He often does this exercise, and he knows very well that the speed is fast in the early stage, but the strength cannot keep up in the later stage and the number of repetitions is very limited.

Wang Jin estimated that fifty was already Yang Tian's limit.

The people at Shengying Middle School also saw Yang Tian's shortcomings, and everyone started laughing at him.

"I almost believed him just now, but now that I think about it, I really want to give myself a big mouth."

"Haha, he will definitely lose. He will definitely lose. He can't even control his physical strength."

"He said just now that he had never tried it. I didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is true."

"If you want to surpass Brother Jin, just dream!"

The little fat man in the field mocked with a confident smile: "He is like this. If he can do more than fifty pull-ups, I will chew the clay..."

However, before he finished speaking, Yang Tian had already done fifty pull-ups without stopping at all. In the blink of an eye, he did two more pull-ups!

"Gah!"

The little fat man looked like a duck with his throat pinched, his face changed.

Not counting mine, he found that the group of people in No. 1 Middle School pointed at him with disdain and then pointed at the ground with mocking expressions on their faces!

Their meaning is obvious.
Chapter completed!