Zhao Long's face was as unpleasant as if he had eaten dung. Two hundred push-ups, this is not a joke!
"Dragon Bro, how's it going?"
Chen Nan looked at Zhao Long with a smile, a typical example of hiding a dagger behind a smile.
Right now, Zhao Long just wanted to slap Zhao Xiaodao to death, thinking to himself: What's the point of you yapping when you know nothing, now you've got me into this impossible situation, agreeing is humiliating, refusing is also humiliating.
Zhao Xiaodao knew he had messed up, and looked at Zhao Long with a guilty face: "Dragon Bro, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Zhao Long glared at him fiercely, then turned to Chen Nan with a hearty smile, ready to find an excuse to refuse the challenge. But Chen Nan had already seen through his intention and directed a glance at Zhang Tufu, who understood and maliciously said, "Zhao Long, are you afraid to lose, that's why you don't dare to compete?"
