Jiang Chen flexed his fingers, squeezed his fist, then bent down and tentatively grabbed the barbell with his right hand.
Okay.
He quickly gave up.
Fanciful thinking.
Didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"This barbell plate must be fake!"
Tong Dan quickly moved to the side, almost pushing Jiang Chen away, and then, as the only standard bearer of the truth, Tong the Beauty tried to lift the barbell herself.
In no time.
She held her breath, her face flushed with effort, but the damned barbell wouldn't budge an inch.
"Be careful not to hurt yourself."
Boss Jiang reminded.
The line sounded familiar.
Tong Dan rationally gave up, panting as she straightened up, looking at Jiang Chen's arm with amazement, seemingly wanting to touch it.
"Did you take some drugs?"
"Do you understand what neural recruitment ability is?"
Boss Jiang retorted with a dose of learned-and-applied knowledge.
"Impressive."
Tong Dan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
