Everyone responded, "Just Qiao Chu!"

The students' slaps were already bulging.

Chuchu opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but she was still stumbled and finally closed.

During the opening ceremony, the flag bearers of each class would hold the class flag and lead the phalanx of participating in the sports meetings into the arena, standing in their own class and waiting for the program performance and the leader's speech.

According to previous practices, each class will send students with the best image and temperament to be the standard bearer.

In the past, the flag bearer of Class 2 was always Lu Chuan, and as soon as he entered the sports field, he would lead a wave of screaming in the whole school.

Chuchu feels that the pressure is a bit too high.

Not to mention whether she has the courage to do this, as the Sports Committee said, her body shape that she is used to holding her breasts is not suitable for being a flag bearer.

On the playground, Lu Chuan held the basketball and looked at Chuchu who was doing pull-ups under the horizontal bar not far away.

In the setting sun, her shadow was stretched slanted, and her tall and thin figure was hanging on a horizontal bar, like a little monkey.

Lu Chuan smiled and thought it was quite cute.

As soon as he got lost, the basketball in his hand was gone by his opponent. Lu Chuan simply stopped hitting and greeted everyone: "I'll come again later."

After saying that, he walked under the rebound and picked up his coat and walked towards the horizontal bar.

"Gibbon, your arms are long enough, don't pull them."

Chuchu looked up and saw Lu Chuan standing in front of her in a red and white basketball jersey, her hair moistened with sweat, and her face was still blushed after exercise.

As soon as he walked over, Chuchu felt a surge of heat coming, and her clothes on her chest were wet with sweat, and she was covered in sweat, but there was no odor on her body, so Chuchu didn't refuse him to get close to her.

"Who is...the gibbon."

She withdrew her hand unhappily.

"Okay, what pull-ups are practiced?"

"Don't worry about you..."

"You have little arms and legs..."

Lu Chuan reached out and pinched her elbow. It felt comfortable to touch, glutinous and very fleshy.

"There is no muscle at all. If you can do one well, you will win."

He touched Chuchu's itchy flesh, and Chuchu quickly pulled her hand from the horizontal bar, shrank back, and couldn't help but laugh "giggle".

This smile made Lu Chuan feel excited, thinking that she liked her closeness, and he even more severely.

"itch!"

Chuchu put her arm behind her back and didn't let him reach it.

Lu Chuan withdrew his hand and looked at her with a smile: "So sensitive?"

Chuchu blushed: "You are annoyed..."

"I'll help you exercise!"

"I don't want you to help, I'll do it myself."

"You are awesome if you can finish one with a standard."

Chuchu refused to admit defeat, reached out to grab the horizontal bar, and tried hard to pull her body up. Her toes were off the ground. She blushed and her arms were trembling slightly, and she couldn't hook her up no matter how hard she was.

Lu Chuan held her elbow and looked at her suffocating look, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Chuchu finally jumped down in a state of dismay, gasped, and rushed to Lu Chuan, who was watching the show, "How many can you... do?"

"Conservatively estimated, one hundred and eighty."

Lu Chuan also hung up the horizontal bar and accompanied her to do pull-ups.

He seemed to be very relaxed, and he kept making twenty or thirty in one breath.

Chuchu noticed that all the muscles on his arms were tensed, and he took his body one by one and pulled upwards. It seemed easy, but Chuchu tried it and realized that it was too difficult! God knows how this man did it.

She simply sat on the grass, raised her head, and watched Lu Chuan perform calmly.

With Chuchu as an audience for him, Lu Chuan became even more excited. He did more than a hundred things in one breath.

If Chuchu hadn't spoken, he would have been able to hang until sunset and dark.

Lu Chuan got off the horizontal bar and his breathing was still a little rapid. He looked at Chuchu and couldn't wait to boast with a thick voice: "You Brother Chuan is awesome!"

Chuchu got up and was about to leave, and Lu Chuan immediately grabbed her: "Don't leave, let's have fun together!"

"You play by yourself, I want to go back to the classroom... to read the book."

"One week left, you can count on getting your arm muscles up, that's impossible!"

Lu Chuan patted his strong and powerful arms: "I have been practicing for more than ten years, please touch me."

He put his arm in front of Chuchu.

"Don't touch."

Chuchu turned her back.

Lu Chuan stubbornly bent his arms up to show them to Chuchu, and grabbed Chuchu's hand and touched it like a treasure.

Chuchu pinched his muscles, it was really hard!

It is completely different from her arm full of itchy flesh. This is not a hand, it is simply a big steel pillar!

"How about it?"

Chu Chu pulled her hand back and said unnaturally: "It's very hard."

"Yes!"

"Don't... be proud, boys have muscles and hard arms... it's normal."

Chuchu wanted to destroy his arrogant arrogance: "Who knows if something else is..."

Chuchu's words suddenly got stuck in her throat.
Chapter completed!