God of the System Dad

"Unblock the brothers, this anchor doesn't understand anything."

"The God of War is also something you can underestimate. How much do you count?"

"Haha, laugh at the king of bronze spray, I don't need to say more about who is bronze."

Seeing the curses on the bullet screen, Zhao Xiaohao grinned indifferently, at this moment, suddenly a man came over angrily and said, "Who are you? Who asked you to take pictures? Who allowed you to take pictures, take the phone come out."

Zhao Xiaohao took a closer look at the man in front of him. He was also as tall as a mountain, with fierce eyes and a Chinese character face. While talking, he reached out to snatch Zhao Xiaohao's cell phone.

Zhao Xiaohao naturally refused, and said coldly: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? You want to take advantage of my military brother's popularity. I've seen a lot of people like you. Come on, how did this person get in here?"

During the quarrel between the two, seven or eight strong men surrounded him, and Zhao Xiaohao was blocked in the middle. In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Xiaohao is weak, pitiful and helpless.

But Zhao Xiaohao himself smiled relaxedly and said: "What? Want to fight? I'll accompany you."

"Hit you? It's not worth our hands for a waste of your stature."

"That's right, boy, hand over your phone, or we'll beat you up all over the place."

"..."

Zhao Xiaohao smiled, and took off his T-shirt with great interest, revealing a body of strong muscles. Although not as big as theirs, where the muscle fibers can be seen, it is still a rare beautiful body.

Seeing Zhao Xiaohao's figure, these people were a little surprised, but they still felt that his figure was too ordinary. Basically, he had this figure after several years of training, but the hardest part was trying to become a big man.

"Get out of the way." At this moment, a voice sounded, and the big men surrounded outside moved out of the way. Wu Jun strode out just now, glanced at Zhao Xiaohao, smiled and said, "Oh, I know you, you are also the anchor, right? It seems to be a big anchor."

"It's okay, anyway, I don't know why I have tens of millions of fans." Zhao Xiaohao shrugged and shook his head.

Seeing this, Wu Jun felt that Zhao Xiaohao was intentionally doing Versailles.

He thinks that Zhao Xiaohao just likes to flaunt his wealth to attract some fans, but in fact he thinks that Zhao Xiaohao is not worthy of so many fans.

"Looking at your figure, it seems that you practice often. What's the matter? Practice together? Dare you? If you win me, I won't pursue the secret filming of me. If you lose, stop doing live broadcasts in the future." Wu Jun clenched his fists heavily, with veins on his arms.

Zhao Xiaohao murmured, not in a hurry to agree, just when he was about to speak, at this moment Yu Wanwan came and saw Zhao Xiaohao here, and a group of menacing people around, as if something happened.

"What happened to Mr. Zhao?"

"It's nothing, it's just that someone wants to bet with me. I'm wondering if I should spend 2 minutes to beat him." Zhao Xiaohao scratched his head and said.

Yu Wanwan saw that the man in front of her was none other than one of the young generation bodybuilding masters in China, the kind who won the championship softly, and the "Military God" who has a place in the world

But what Yu Wanwan was more aware of was that Zhao Xiaohao's strength was already incomparably against the sky, and the God of War was absolutely no match for him.

"Wanwan, you also know this kid." Wu Jun looked at Yu Wanwan and said.

Yu Wanwan nodded, bit her lip and hesitated for a while, and said, "For your future, Wu Jun, you'd better stop comparing with him. I'm worried that all your self-confidence will be destroyed after comparing with him."

After Yu Wanwan finished speaking with a serious face, the crowd was silent for a moment, and then burst into roars of laughter.

Wu Jun laughed and said, "Wanwan, what are you talking about, just him? I let him, but he can't win me, and destroy my self-confidence, what a joke."

Others also shook their heads, thinking that what they said was outrageous. Wu Jun is a top fitness guru in China. He used to be a member of the national team's weightlifting team. After retiring, he switched to fitness.

For ten years, countless energy has been spent on fitness, and many champions can't keep it at home, so I bought an apartment to put the medals.

As for Zhao Xiaohao in front of him, although his figure is good, he is not of the same dimension at all. No matter how he looks at it, he is vulnerable in front of Wu Jun.

At this time in the live broadcast room, Zhao Xiaohao didn't intentionally shoot, so the audience didn't see anything, but they could hear the conversation and knew that Zhao Xiaohao was about to fight Wu Jun, and they were extremely excited.

The audience all expected Wu Jun to beat Zhao Xiaohao up, let him know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, and he should be careful when he speaks in the future.

"Okay, it's useless to say it nicely, let's compare it. If I lose, I will quit the live broadcasting industry, and if you lose, I will quit the fitness circle." Zhao Xiaohao said lightly.

Wu Jun hesitated for a moment, feeling that the bet was unreasonable, but after thinking about it, he would definitely win anyway, so whoever he is.

"Okay, come on, it's no different than the bench press I did just now. It's a very simple movement. Whoever pushes the most weight will win."

"Okay, you come first." Zhao Xiaohao said cheerfully.

After speaking, the two opened their postures, and the others stepped back, some were full of anticipation and wanted to see Wu Jun display his full strength, and some wanted to see how Zhao Xiaohao would be when he couldn't even lift a hundred catties. shame.

Wu Jun had already warmed up just now, and when he came to the bench press rack, he moved his shoulders again, and then he lay down and directly increased the weight to two hundred catties.

It is well known that his highest weight is 210 catties.

As Wu Jun lay down, his arms began to exert strength, his face was flushed, his teeth were gritted ferociously, and the blood vessels on the pectoral muscles of his arms burst violently. With a roar, he lifted the two hundred catties up.

Seeing the cheers here, they stepped forward to pull him up, celebrated with him, and then looked at Zhao Xiaohao.

Wu Jun panted with his hips on his hips. His muscles were congested and he looked stronger just now, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"It's your turn. Let me set how many catties for you. Let's start with fifty catties. I won't exhaust you." Wu Jun sneered.

However, Zhao Xiaohao grinned slightly, and said with a smile: "I have to warm up."

"Warm up? Whatever you want, but I hope you hurry up and don't grind."

Humming a little tune, Zhao Xiaohao came to the barbell area next to him, and said to the staff: "Give me more weight, I want to warm up."

The staff on the side asked, "How much do you want to add?"

"Let's try seven hundred catties first."

"Seven, seven hundred catties?" The staff stuttered all of a sudden. The concept of seven hundred catties is basically the weight of five normal adults.

It is equivalent to Zhao Xiaohao trying to lift five adults, which in ancient times would be a monster capable of carrying a tripod.

Especially for these bodybuilders, usually lifting two hundred catties is already great. Zhao Xiaohao doubled it directly, which is simply impossible, as we all know that the Olympic record is only slightly more than five hundred catties.

"Don't be dazed, change quickly." Zhao Xiaohao urged.

The staff gave him a disgusted look, and honestly changed the barbell of [-] catties.

Only then did Zhao Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction and said: "Seven hundred catties is not bad, I wonder if I can warm up."