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Today is definitely the end of the world.
For the first time, Zhang Tianwang felt fear towards the pull-up bar.
In the past, he used to love standing in front of the bar, waiting for everyone to finish their pull-ups before performing the finale, then proudly watching the others.
Thirty-three... and it was actually the lowest.
The highest number, by the equally reticent Huang Yong, was 52!
The ceiling of the Special Duty was so high!
He definitely had no chance to show off here anymore.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tianwang's heart felt desolate.
At this time, Cao Yi had roughly gauged the performance of the newcomer and walked over to Fang Huai, picking up the training log and comparing it against everyone's past achievements.
He clicked his tongue unsatisfactorily and pushed his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Tsk, there's hardly been any improvement on the pull-up bar recently, should we intensify the arm strength training for everyone?"
