I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qian Kun asked in a low voice, "Brother Feng, what are we practicing?"

"What else can you train besides the horizontal bar?"

Wu Hanfeng walked up to the horizontal bar and said, "You two come here, grab the bar, relax your arms, and let your feet leave the ground naturally."

"Your foundation is not solid, so there's no need to rush into practicing pull-ups."

"First, keep both feet off the ground for more than a minute each time, and feel the muscle strength in your arms."

"Rest for one minute between sets, repeat five times."

Sun Dawei breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just hanging there; it doesn't sound that difficult.

He walked to the horizontal bar, and jumped up to grab it, mimicking Wu Hanfeng's posture.

Three seconds later, his expression changed.

Hanging sounds simple, but it's a completely different story in practice.

He weighed over 160 pounds and supported his body weight entirely with his two palms, and his fingers soon became sore from rubbing together.

Sun Dawei was suspended for about fifteen seconds, his face already flushed red, his teeth clenched in pain.

Ten seconds later, he felt like his arm was about to tear.

Sweat was pouring down his forehead.

The fingers slid down uncontrollably.

"Brother Feng, I... I really can't go on, I can't hold on..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers could no longer hold on, and he fell to the ground.

He looked at his reddened palms, his face contorted in pain.

"It hurts so much, my hands are getting blisters, it's even worse than running."

On the other hand, Qian Kun is still gritting his teeth and persevering.

Despite his light weight of only 130 pounds, he still looks very good.

But his arm strength is almost zero, and he has been able to hold on until now entirely by willpower.

"Sure, Qian Kun."

Wu Hanfeng stood beside him, looking at his flushed neck and face.

"I've improved a lot since last time. Last time I could only last fifteen seconds, but now I can last twenty-five seconds."

Qian Kun gritted his teeth: "Brother Feng, I can't take it anymore, I really... can't hold on any longer."

"Hang in there a little longer, you'll be in last night's group soon..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Kun's hands were freed from the pole.

He plopped down on the ground.

This made Sun Dawei, who was standing nearby, burst into laughter.

Wu Hanfeng looked at him with disdain: "You still have the nerve to laugh? You're not even as good as him."

Sun Dawei's smile instantly froze on his face.

"You two weaklings, take a one-minute break, we'll hang you later."

The rest period is too short. For them, they haven't recovered from the previous round before the next round begins.

In the second round, Sun Dawei was suspended for twelve seconds, while Qian Kun was suspended for twenty-one seconds.

In the third round, the two players had significantly less time.

By the fourth round, Sun Dawei's palms had started to break open.

Although Qian Kun's skin wasn't broken, his arm was so tired that he couldn't lift it.

Qian Kun tried twice, and found it difficult to lift his arm.

"Brother Feng, can we take a break?"

He pleaded pitifully.

"You guys need to take this opportunity to get a feel for it. The longer the rest time between pull-ups, the worse your performance will be."

"The soreness in the muscles is all due to the rebound force."

"We must take advantage of the fact that our muscles still have memory and train them all at once."

Sun Dawei looked worried: "Brother Feng, but my hands are really no good anymore, I can't hold on."

Wu Hanfeng looked at his hands, then at the horizontal bar.

After thinking for a moment, he called out to Zhao Yihang, "Yihang."

Sun Dawei's internal alarm bells rang: "Brother Feng, what are you trying to do?"

"You can't catch him, huh? I'll think of another way for you."

Sun Dawei panicked instantly.

When Zhao Yihang heard Wu Hanfeng call him, he quickly ran over.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong?"

"Go and get a few backpack straps."

Zhao Yihang was taken aback: "Backpack strap?"

"Yes, the green one, the one next to my washbasin."

Zhao Yihang asked tentatively, "Is it the pair you used to hang your socks to dry?"

"That's the one. Zhou Haibo washed it for me. It's cleaner than your towel now. Go get it quickly."

"Yes."

Zhao Yihang jogged away.

Sun Dawei and Qian Kun, however, had a bad feeling.

Backpack ropes are used for packing luggage and setting up tents.

But veterans used this thing for many other things: hanging clothes, tug-of-war...

It's just unclear what Wu Hanfeng intends to do with him.

They felt increasingly uncertain.

Soon, Zhao Yihang came running back, panting, carrying several backpack ropes.

Wu Hanfeng took the rope and walked up to Sun Dawei.

"Hand out."

Sun Dawei subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

With a horrified expression, he asked, "Brother Feng, what are you doing with that rope?"

"What else can I do? I see you can't hold the horizontal bar, so I'll help you stabilize it."

Then, he grabbed Sun Dawei's hand and wrapped the backpack rope around it twice, tying a tight knot.

Secure him and the horizontal bar firmly together.