"Come on, consider it. Come bet again!" Chen Zhao exclaimed. "Pete, trust me. I'll definitely lose this round. Look at the difference in size. I'll definitely lose. Come on, place a bet."
"Motherf*cker, you already won my pocket money for this month."
"Then…Miss Sunderland, come bet…"
"Michelle…place a bet."
Chen Zhao went through them all, but no one was willing to bet.
"Trust me one more time, alright?"
Everyone ignored him. Even if they thought that Chen Zhao couldn't win, they still weren't willing to place another bet.
"Oh, I don't have energy," Chen Zhao said weakly. "I need a break."
"You're doing this again." Eveleigh glared at him.
"No motivation." Chen Zhao sat down without spirit.
"I don't care. You're going up anyway."
The bars were ready. A few students started putting on the weights. Harrison started testing.
"Okay, we can start," he said. "First snatch, 140 kilograms."
