111: Chapter 111 Su Nianzhi almost cried from the pressure.

Just as Cheng Songyan finished recording the 1,000-meter results, the sidelines began to stir.

"Prepare for the women's 800-meter run!"

Su Nianzhi was the first to stand up. She took off her Firefighter jacket, revealing the sportswear underneath. She had chosen a slim-fit style that cinched her waist tightly.

He Manzhou rotated her wrists, while Qi Wanyin walked slowly to the starting line.

Three female guests and three female Firefighters stood in a row.

Li Li leaned against the horizontal bar with his arms crossed.

The livestream chat was already flooding with comments.

[The green tea is about to start performing.]

[I bet Su Nianzhi is going to act weak.]

[Go Qi Wanyin!]

Cheng Songyan raised his hand.

"Ready—"

As the whistle blew, all six of them sprinted out simultaneously.

Su Nianzhi ran steadily with an even pace, controlling her breathing rhythm well. She followed closely behind a female Firefighter, maintaining a distance of half a body length.

He Manzhou was faster; having been a professional athlete, her physical fitness was evident.

Qi Wanyin lagged behind at the end, but she didn't fall too far behind.

Li Li glanced over and turned to leave.

"Not watching, Brother Li?" Shen Jue leaned in.

"What's there to watch?"

"I think Su Nianzhi is running quite fast."

Li Li didn't respond.

The first lap ended, and Su Nianzhi was still in second place. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, but her pace remained steady.

Someone in the livestream changed their tune.

[I take back what I said earlier; her stamina is actually legit.]

[Green tea or not, her physical fitness is genuinely good.]

The final hundred meters.

Su Nianzhi gritted her teeth and sprinted, crossing the finish line—3 minutes and 28 seconds.

Perfect score.

He Manzhou followed closely behind, at 3 minutes and 35 seconds, scoring 9 points.

Qi Wanyin arrived last, at 4 minutes and 10 seconds, scoring 5 points.

Cheng Songyan recorded the results and nodded.

Su Nianzhi held her knees, panting, with sweat dripping down her cheeks. She looked up and scanned the field, precisely locking onto Li Li's position.

Li Li was talking to Qin Xiaoshan, his back turned to her.

Su Nianzhi adjusted her breathing and slowly walked over.

Every step carried the weakness one should have after running 800 meters—and only to the extent that one should have.

When she reached a spot three meters away from Li Li, she stopped, bent over, and braced her hands on her knees.

The bend was a bit excessive.

Li Li caught it in his peripheral vision and frowned—this was a livestream with tens of millions of people watching.

He turned to walk away.

"Li... Brother Li..."

Su Nianzhi's voice was breathless.

Li Li paused.

Su Nianzhi used her peripheral vision to confirm the direction of the nearest camera, bit her lip, and slowly squatted down.

"I... I think my thigh is about to cramp..."

Before she could finish, she collapsed to the ground, grabbing her right thigh with both hands, her face full of pain.

The livestream exploded.

[Damn, this is too obvious.]

[Her green tea skills are maxed out.]

[Brother Li, go help her stretch her leg!]

[I bet a pack of spicy strips that Brother Li won't fall for it.]

Li Li turned around and looked down at Su Nianzhi on the ground.

"Thigh cramp?"

"Yeah... so painful..."

Li Li was silent for two seconds.

"Right away."

He turned to look at Qin Xiaoshan nearby.

"Xiaoshan, hurry up and help this young lady stretch her leg. She's cramping severely."

Qin Xiaoshan was drinking water and immediately put down his cup upon hearing this.

"Cramping?!"

He rushed over in a single bound and squatted beside Su Nianzhi.

"Don't be afraid, miss! I'll help you!"

Qin Xiaoshan grabbed Su Nianzhi's ankle and lifted it up without a word.

Su Nianzhi hadn't even reacted, and just as she was about to speak, her right leg had already been lifted to ninety degrees.

"Ah—"

Qin Xiaoshan thought she was in severe pain and applied even more force.

"Hang in there! The more it hurts, the better it works! It'll be fine once it passes!"

He pressed her leg toward her torso with as much force as he used when stretching his teammates at the Fire Department.

Su Nianzhi's leg, which hadn't been cramping, was now genuinely in pain from the stretch.

Her face turned pale.

"It's, it's good..."

"It's not good yet!" Qin Xiaoshan said with a serious face. "Whenever someone in our team cramps, this is how we handle it. You have to hold it for thirty seconds!"

He started counting.

"One, two, three..."

Su Nianzhi stiffened on the ground. She wanted to struggle, but there was a camera nearby—she had claimed she was "cramping," so jumping up now to say she was fine would look even worse than getting her leg stretched.

She could only grit her teeth and endure it.

Li Li stood nearby with his hands in his pockets.

Shen Jue was trembling all over from holding back laughter.

The livestream was laughing like crazy.

[Hahahaha hahahaha]

[Qin Xiaoshan, are you a devil?]

[Green tea meets a blockhead; what kind of combo is this?]

[Brother Li's move is too ruthless; even 'borrowing a knife to kill' isn't used like this.]

[I'm already editing this; this clip is going to go viral.]

"...Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!"

Qin Xiaoshan let go, and Su Nianzhi's leg dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Miss, do you feel better?"

Su Nianzhi managed to force a smile.

"Much, much better... thank you..."

"You're welcome!" Qin Xiaoshan clapped his hands and stood up. "Do you want me to stretch the other leg too? Just as a precaution?"

"No need!"

Su Nianzhi practically sprang up and limped away.

As she walked away, she glanced back at Li Li.

Li Li was talking to Cheng Songyan and didn't even spare her a glance.

[I'm dying of laughter.]

[Brother Li: I don't have to lift a finger; there are plenty of people to do it for me.]

[Qin Xiaoshan: What did I do wrong?]

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Cheng Songyan coughed.

"Next up, men's pull-ups."

As soon as he finished speaking, several Firefighters stood up.

Wang Gang rotated his shoulders and walked to the horizontal bar.

"Captain Cheng, I'll go!"

Several other veteran Firefighters followed. They had been crushed by an internet celebrity in the 1,000-meter run, and they needed to win back their pride in this event.

Han Su, Qin Xiaoshan, and Zhong Ji, the three newcomers, exchanged glances and also walked over.

Cheng Songyan nodded.

"There are ten horizontal bars in total; choose your spots."

Wang Gang walked to the far left, and the other Firefighters stood in line.

Li Li walked to the far right.

Shen Jue followed behind.

"Brother Li, can you do it?"

"No."

"Then why are you going up?"

"Did you stay up late? This is a physical fitness test; everyone has to participate."

"Oh, oh, right."

Livestream:

[Has Little Jue been staying up late playing games again? He seems completely clueless.]

[I want to see Brother Li crush everyone.]

[Come on, Firefighters! Avenge the 1,000-meter loss in this event!]

Cheng Songyan raised his hand.

"The rules: complete within three minutes. Eleven is a perfect score; zero or one gets no points. If you drop, it's over. For every two reps over eleven, you get an extra point, up to a maximum of five points."

He paused.

"Ready—"

The whistle blew.

Wang Gang grabbed the bar with both hands, exerted force suddenly, and brought his chin over the bar.

One. Two. Three.

The other Firefighters also started, their movements standard and fast.

Han Su gritted his teeth and pulled up with all his might.

Qin Xiaoshan did it with ease, still having the energy to look around.

Zhong Ji was even more exaggerated; he paused for a second after each rep, moving slowly as if he were working out in a park.

Everyone was moving.

Only Li Li stood under the horizontal bar, motionless.

Cheng Songyan frowned.

"Li Li, start."

Li Li raised his left hand and rotated his wrist. The movement was small, but there was a clear lag—when the wrist joint rotated to a certain angle, it paused.

"Old injury on my left wrist; I can't exert force."

Cheng Songyan was stunned. He had seen some clips of Li Li in Arabia—in a war zone environment, it wasn't strange to have injuries.

"Then skip this event for now; we'll make it up later."

"No need."

Li Li raised his right hand and gripped the bar.

One-handed.

He put his left hand behind his back.

Wang Gang finished his eighth rep and stopped.

The other Firefighters turned their heads one after another.

Cheng Songyan opened his mouth.

"You said—"

Li Li didn't wait for him to finish.

He gripped the bar tightly with his right hand, and his body hung in the air.

The livestream chat exploded instantly—

[One-handed pull-ups?!]

[Is this something a human can do?]

[Brother Li, are you serious???]

On the playground, all sounds vanished.

The Firefighters stopped their movements, the guests stood motionless on the sidelines, and even Qin Xiaoshan forgot to swallow the piece of spicy strip he was chewing.

Li Li exerted force with his right arm—