Feng Jue walked straight to the horizontal bar, jumped lightly, and grabbed the bar with both hands.

The boy was wearing a white shirt, he was fair and handsome, with a slim figure, and his exposed arms had clear lines, white and slender.

Wang Lingyu didn't expect that someone would actually stand up. When he saw that it was Feng Jue, he showed contempt on his face, "Is there no one left in Class 1? Let a pretty boy come forward. Ha, you do it, I want to see how many you can do!"

Zhu Di, Lu Mao and others were also surprised. They didn't expect that Feng Jue, who was always low-key and well-behaved, would stand up.

Zhu Di asked Gu Yang in a low voice, with a doubtful tone: "Yang Yang, is Feng Jue okay?"

It's no wonder that she suspected Feng Jue. Feng Jue was thin and fair-skinned, and looked like a weak scholar.

Gu Yang's eyes sparkled, and without hesitation, he said, "He can do it!"

Feng Jue chuckled and did pull-ups slowly and steadily.

"If the goddess says Feng Jue can do it, then he can definitely do it." Lu Mao was just worried that no one would suppress Wang Lingyu's arrogance. When he saw Feng Jue standing up, his favorability towards him went up straight away, "Come on, Feng Jue!"

Zhang Shan and Li Shi followed suit, and the group of boys surrounding the horizontal bar also became cheerleaders.

Seeing that Feng Jue had done more than a dozen pull-ups without stopping, the boys led by Lu Mao became more and more excited.

"Have you counted them? How many are there?"

Gu Yang: "Nineteen."

The cheers afterwards turned into collective counting, "Twenty, two, one..."

Wang Lingyu was originally looking at him with sidelong eyes, but now he was looking at Feng Jue. Then he saw Zhu Di also looking at Feng Jue excitedly, and his expression became increasingly uglier.

I didn't expect this pretty boy to be so capable that he stole his limelight! "Twenty-seven! Twenty-seven!"

"Twenty-eight, surpassing Wang Lingyu!"

"Fuck, it's still going on!"

There was a burst of cheers at the scene.

Because of the intense exercise, Feng Jue's white shirt was soaked with sweat on the back of his neck, and his originally fair and handsome face was slightly pink, but his pull-ups were still steady and the power that burst out from his thin arms was shocking.

On the stands not far away, Xiao Yize and Lin Ran, who had dyed her hair grass green, were also paying attention to the situation on the playground.

When Lin Ran heard the deafening “fifty” when Feng Jue landed on the ground, she sighed and said, “No wonder alien warriors are not allowed to participate in international competitions. This physique is too good. Looking at Feng Jue, it’s obvious that he let it slide. Otherwise, breaking the record would be a matter of minutes.”

Lin Ran turned the pen twice and continued to write the report. The ID photo pasted on the report was Feng Jue.

Xiao Yize stared at the young man not far away thoughtfully.

It's strange to say, this young man has a delicate and handsome appearance, and is definitely the type that can be spotted at a glance in the crowd, but his presence is extremely low, and people always subconsciously ignore his existence.

He had known Feng Jue for a long time, but only now did he notice that the boy's features seemed somewhat familiar.

Xiao Yize asked casually: "Is Feng Jue also an orphan?"

"Yes, just like sister Gu Yang, her biological parents are unknown." Lin Ran flipped through the report in her hand. The photo on the previous page was Gu Yang's ID photo. "Speaking of which, I don't know how lucky the Jincheng Gu family is. The two children they adopted are both alien warriors, and the biological daughter they found from the orphanage is also an alien warrior. Tsk, there are not many families in Beijing that have so many young people who are alien warriors."

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Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. My phone fell into the toilet and got soaked in water and was ruined...

I've been really bad lately.

(End of this chapter)