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Chapter 135 Tug of War Competition
Wang Dawei was about to go crazy when he saw the shiatsu board, and complained to the program group on his knees: "Acupressure board again! Can you have some new ideas! I hate this thing the most! How can you stand on this tug-of-war! Just change the project Well, the two teams are better than guessing Ding Ke!"

Xiao Qiang smiled and gave Wang Dawei a "rolling" gesture, telling them to prepare quickly and hurry up, because today's recording time is very tight.

The first official game today is the shiatsu board tug-of-war, which will be best of three rounds, and whichever team wins two rounds first will be considered the winner.

These people from Infinity Team have been stepping on the shiatsu board for participating in this season's program. For them, this thing has long been their "old friend".

However, it is still a very difficult challenge for them to make a tug-of-war.

Although this thing is very torturous, the main generals, Lu Cheng, Lu Kai, and Feng Sheng, all tacitly made up their minds to kill the guest team in the first round!Let those arrogant guys know whose home this is!

The guest team was very motivated a few minutes ago, but when they took off their shoes and stood on the shiatsu board, and felt the unusual sourness on the soles of their feet when they were stung by the "little bamboo shoots", Bai Xinhong, Peng Liang and Fazai all flinched. cried bitterly.

Even the captain Luo Zhikang was a little bit timid, and kept reminding everyone: "Safety comes first later, everyone, don't be too desperate, those people in the Infinity team are crazy, we can't pull them out."

Zhang Qiyang said with some displeasure: "We may not be able to beat them in tug-of-war on flat ground, but in tug-of-war on the acupressure board, everyone is in the same boat. As long as we can hold back the pain, I believe we still have a chance. Don't be cowardly, everyone." what!"

Although Zhang Qiyang encouraged his teammates with a very tough attitude, Bai Xinhong and the others were still frowning and wanted to admit cowardice.

Bai Xinhong kept yelling: "Oh, I'm going! This is too painful, I can't stand at all!"

On the contrary, the two female generals did not complain.

It was the first time for Li Xuan to step on this kind of acupressure board for piercing her feet. She is tall and overweight, and she put all her weight on the soles of her weak feet, which really hurt her.

But she could feel that Zhang Qiyang was stimulated by Pan Ziwen's opening clamor to fight vigorously. In today's game, Zhang Qiyang will definitely fight with his life to wrestle with the infinite team.

As a teammate, she can't help Zhang Qiyang at this time, she can only help Zhang Qiyang in terms of attitude.

She spoke out to encourage everyone: "You all bear with it, Xiao Jing doesn't complain of pain, but you guys always call it pain, isn't it a bit too much?"

Bai Xinhong smiled wryly and glanced at Zhao Lijing, who was already sweating from the pain on her forehead, and said, "Xiaojing doesn't call it pain, she is already in so much pain that she can't speak."

Both Peng Liang and Fa Zai laughed "poof".

Zhao Lijing was left speechless, with a stubborn arc on the corner of her mouth, and she said ruthlessly: "Anyway, I'm going to fight, you guys... just figure it out."

Luo Zhikang can understand Zhao Lijing's mentality of trying to show up as a newcomer, and kindly persuaded her: "Fighting is a must, everyone has to fight, but let's fight with a degree, everything is based on safety, don't get hurt. "

Li Xuan also said: "Yes, safety first, everyone will do their best."

Zhang Qiyang stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, let's cheer together, you can't lose the battle if you lose anything!"

Driven by Zhang Qiyang, the guest team cheered hard or frowningly: "123... Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Lu Kai, Pan Ziwen and the others saw a group of old, weak, sick and disabled cheering for the guest team, and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Dawei reminded the guest team in a clamorous way: "You all be careful, our big devil can kill you in seconds as soon as he comes up, don't be dragged down after the official start!"

Luo Zhiqiang retorted: "The tug-of-war is not only about strength, but also about weight! Our weight here is no smaller than yours, so it doesn't matter who wins!"

Lu Kai proudly said: "Ha! Then pull it up and have a look!"

After speaking, he winked at Feng Sheng, which obviously meant to remind Feng Sheng, don't show mercy, and give them a ruthless hand when you come up!Let them know how powerful our infinite team is!

Feng Sheng stood at the tail of the infinite team like a black iron tower, wrapped the tug-of-war rope around his waist, took a deep breath, and was ready to go.

The guest team discussed for a long time, and finally listened to Zhang Qiyang's opinion, and Zhang Qiyang was in charge.

Originally, they wanted the heaviest Bai Xinhong to be the last one.

But Zhang Qiyang saw Bai Xinhong's cowardly appearance standing on the acupressure board, and he really didn't dare to entrust the white-headed man with the heavy responsibility of pressing the tail.

He'd better kill himself!

Although his back foot hurts when he stands on the acupressure board, but with his super body control, he can use his strong will to suppress the pain coming from the sole of his foot.

If the ultimate strength in his body explodes, he may be able to compete with the infinite team with this group of stragglers.

In short, no matter what, he will fight the infinite team with his life!
Now that he has already fought, he will absolutely not allow those people to be arrogant in front of him!
Soon, the two teams were ready.

Stand on both sides of the tug of war rope.

With the red ribbon in the middle of the rope as a mark, whichever team pulls more than 1.5 meters can win.

The female artists of the two teams stood at the forefront of the tug-of-war rope.

The formation of the guest team is Li Xuan, Zhao Lijing, Bai Xinhong, Luo Zhikang, Fazi, Peng Liang, and Zhang Qiyang.

Infinity team here are Sophie, Xu Xian, Wang Dawei, Lu Cheng, Pan Ziwen, Lu Kai, and the big devil Feng Sheng.

The tug-of-war competition mainly depends on the strength of the last player who holds the line.

Zhang Qiyang, who is thin and tall, compares with Feng Sheng, who is tall and tall, and the comparison is obvious!

It seems that there is no suspense in this game.

At the moment when they were about to set off, standing barefoot on the acupressure board implied strength, and everyone had different expressions.

The female artists didn't complain, they endured the pain all the time, and they were ashamed to complain.

Male artists have thick skins, and many complained.

Wang Dawei looked so sad that he was about to sit on the shiatsu board and shouted anxiously: "Where is the referee, hurry up and start! If I don't start, my foot will be broken!"

Bai Xinhong did not show weakness here, and cried profusely with sweat: "My feet are broken!"

The program group stopped torturing these artists, and the staff wearing referee uniforms walked onto the acupressure board with their shoes on, and held the marked red belt in the middle of the tug-of-war rope.

Raise your hand.

Whistle——

"beep!"

It's officially launched!

After hearing the whistle, the experienced members of the infinite team leaned back together and concentrated their efforts!
A fierce and unparalleled force was transmitted to the rope, and the unprepared guest team was stunned at once!

Several people in the guest team were almost pulled forward by a ferocious force and fell forward!Coupled with the sudden tingling of their feet, several people almost lost their knees!

The red ribbon was pulled closer to the infinite team by more than one meter in an instant!

At most another 30 centimeters, the red ribbon will cross the victory line of the infinite team!
(End of this chapter)