In the afternoon, the pull-up assessment began.
"Seventeen!"
"Eighteen!"
"Come on, Fang Huai!"
The new recruits were all cheering him on, and the Chief of Staff stood silently on the side.
Wang Jian, too, was watching the kid who had won numerous honors for Squad Seven, occasionally offering a reminder, "Grip the bar tightly! You have two more, don't force it!"
Today, Fang Huai was doing the most standard pull-ups.
From the beginning until now, his body was straight without a single swing.
Fortunately, the two months-plus of evening exercises had caused a thick layer of calluses to form on his hands, which steadied his grip on the bar.
After resting for two seconds, Fang Huai exerted himself forcefully, kicking out his legs, and completed another one.
"Nineteen!"
The Chief of Staff also began to shout, "Fang Huai, the last one, if you don't finish it for me, I've wasted half a day watching you for nothing!"
