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Fang Yu bent over and knelt down.

With his right arm reaching under Liu Yifei's legs, he steadily supported her back with his left hand and lifted her up.

"ah--"

Liu Yifei let out a soft cry, and her whole body instantly rose into the air.

Almost instinctively, she immediately wrapped her arms around Fang Yu's neck and crashed solidly into his arms.

Early summer is a time when clothing is light.

Even through the T-shirt fabric, she could feel the tension in Fang Yu's arm.

A chorus of cheers immediately erupted from the audience.

Wow!

"Dude, hold on tight!"

But many others saw it as a joke.

An older man in the front row shook his head.

"This young man is risky. He's tall, but he doesn't look particularly strong. He doesn't seem like someone who's trained in martial arts."

Beside them, a fitness instructor wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt also joined in the analysis.

"Princess carry squats rely on core strength and lower body explosiveness."

"That girl isn't short; she must weigh at least 100 pounds."

"That young man who practices sports just now, his legs went weak after doing thirty reps while carrying his girlfriend who weighs 80 or 90 pounds."

"This guy? I doubt even twenty of them would be enough."

On the stage.

Fang Yu slightly parted his legs and lowered his center of gravity.

With a "whoosh," a perfectly executed squat was performed.

The host immediately raised the microphone.

"one!"

Fang Yu stood up and immediately said something.

"Garlic Lobster!"

The entire audience was stunned.

What is that?

Before anyone could react, Fang Yu had already squatted down and stood up again.

Host: "Two!"

Fang Yu: "Braised sea cucumber with scallions!"

"three!"

"Steamed sea urchin with egg!"

"Four!"

Steamed grouper!

Fang Yu's movements were both fast and steady.

There wasn't even the slightest sway as it rose and fell.

The most outrageous thing is that every time he does a squat, he says the name of a dish.

The way they were doing it didn't look like they were doing a physical challenge at all; it looked more like they were ordering food from a menu.

Liu Yifei was so dizzy from being jostled around that she instinctively tightened her grip on his neck and whispered a reminder:

"Shut up, can't you save your energy?"

"What if I fall because I'm too weak? Not only will I lose the free meal, but I'll also lose my girlfriend!"

Fang Yu glanced down at her.

The mask covered most of her face, but her eyes, which were visible, were full of smiles.

"Don't worry, fairy sister."

"This is nothing! It's not even as high as when the two of us scaled the wall in Kaoshantun."

"If you really fall, you'll just get a smack on your bottom, and you'll be fine after rubbing it a bit when you get back."

Liu Yifei's ears immediately turned red.

Did someone climb over the courtyard wall in Kaoshantun?

When the two of them fell into the snowdrift that time, whose butt did he rub? Didn't he know the answer to that?

The audience members below the stage gradually realized that something was wrong.

The fitness coach who had just asserted that Fang Yu wouldn't be able to do more than twenty reps started to look uneasy.

"Wait... this guy can't actually make twenty, can he?"

When a normal person does squats while holding someone, they hold their breath, afraid of losing strength.

This guy is something else.

Not only can he flirt with his girlfriend, but he can also rattle off more than a dozen seafood dishes in one go!

The host stood to the side, his ears filled with the names of the dishes, his brain almost unable to process them.

"Thirteen!"

Fang Yu straightened up, then immediately looked up to correct him.

"No, brother, you miscounted, didn't you?"

"Thirteen already called it."

The host paused for a moment, then quickly corrected himself.

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry!"

"Fourteen! It's fourteen now!"

The audience erupted in laughter.

Even the host couldn't figure out this challenge.

Behind the bushes at the street corner.

Old B held up the telephoto lens, his fingers aching from pressing the shutter button, and he kept muttering to himself.

"Stable, absolutely stable!"

"With Brother Yu's core strength, he could probably earn 800 a day carrying cement on a construction site!"

Old A had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, but his expression remained calm.

"You're making a fuss over nothing. Have you forgotten that big black boar from Kaoshantun?"

"Weighing over 300 pounds, it wouldn't be surprising if it ran wildly and overturned a tractor."

"When Brother Yu swung his elbow down, he slammed the snow into the pit, and the snowman couldn't move at all."

Old B nodded thoughtfully.

"Indeed, even a celestial being can't weigh as much as a pig."

Old A turned his head and glared at him.

"If you dare say that to a celestial being's face, Brother Yu would dig you up like a pig in a heartbeat."

Old B shrank his neck.

"Slip of the tongue! It was a complete slip of the tongue!"

On the stage, the counting continued.

"Forty-eight!"

Fang Yu: "Typhoon Shelter Style Fried Crab!"

"Forty-nine!"

"Boiled shrimp!"

"Fifty!"

"Give me another large pork knuckle!"

With a final, powerful recitation of the menu, Fang Yu stood up straight.

Fifty princess carry squats, done!

His breathing was steady, though a little sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Afterwards, Fang Yu carefully put Liu Yifei back on the ground and tidied her slightly messy ponytail.

"Done."

Fang Yu snapped his fingers.

The host was so excited that his voice rose eight octaves.

"That's incredible!"

"Our secret agent not only easily completed fifty standard princess carry squats, but he wasn't even out of breath!"

"Let's congratulate them on successfully passing the first hurdle!"

"good!"

The applause from the audience erupted instantly.

Some people whistled, while others recorded videos with their phones.

The atmosphere at the scene was immediately electric.

But just then, a discordant voice suddenly came from below the stage.

"Look at other people!"

A girl in a floral dress pointed at the stage and angrily lashed out at her boyfriend next to her.

"He can do fifty with his girlfriend like it's nothing!"

"And you? You made me collapse after just twenty!"

The boy who was called out was wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, and looked very polite.

Seeing that everyone around him was watching, his face flushed red.

"I...I've been working a lot of overtime lately, so I haven't been exercising much."

"Besides, you were moving around a bit just now, and I lost my balance..."

"I can't move anymore?"

The girl in the floral dress got even angrier.

"Stop making excuses, you're just being pretentious!"

The boy fell silent.

His head was lower and lower, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The host held the microphone, looking somewhat embarrassed.

It's not an option to advise them, nor is it an option not to advise them.

Liu Yifei frowned and gently pulled down the sleeve of her feather robe.

She felt sorry for the boy, who was being publicly berated like that.

Fang Yu patted the back of her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

He then took the microphone directly from the host and strode to the edge of the stage.

"Cough cough."

Two soft coughs echoed throughout the venue through the speakers.

The scene gradually quieted down.

Everyone looked at the mysterious agent who had just finished fifty squats and was still thinking about the big pork knuckle.

Fang Yu looked at the girl in the floral dress and chuckled softly.

"Beautiful lady, you've really misunderstood your boyfriend."

The girl was taken aback by what she heard.

Fang Yu pointed to himself.

"Think about it, why was I able to grit my teeth and squat all fifty of them?"

Everyone in the audience perked up their ears.

"Because I'm poor!"

Fang Yu spread his hands, looking completely self-righteous.

"I only have 124 yuan left in my pocket."

"If we don't get this free meal today, we'll have to eat instant noodles at the convenience store for lunch."

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Fang Yu changed the subject, pointing to the boy in the plaid shirt.

"What do I call this? I call it the survival instinct forced out of me by life!"

"Look at your husband again, what does it mean if he can't even do fifty?"

Fang Yu raised his voice.

"This shows they don't need to rely on manual labor to make a living!"

"If you really found someone like me, someone who would drag you around performing in front of restaurants every day to make a living, would you be happy?"