"What if I don't accept your challenge?"

"Then you don't want to step into the University of Los Angeles for the rest of your life. By the way, I know that you are the car and that. If you don't want me to pierce your wheel, it's better to accept this challenge."

"So how to challenge?"

"We select five sports majors, and you can compete with them for the major they are best at. As long as you can win three games, then even if this matter is over and if you lose, you apologize to Diana."

"Okay, you pick five people, boxing, Sanda, Taekwondo, Judo, and wrestling." Chen Zhao's eyes floated over the students opposite. Even the five highest and strongest among them were sure to knock them down.

But Everee waved her fingers: "No, it's not a fight. Diana said, you defeated Tago, and no one here can beat Tago, let alone you."

Listening to Everene's words, the students behind her couldn't help but take two steps back.

Fortunately, there was no direct conflict. If this really starts, there may be several injuries.

Tago is a celebrity in the whole school and a rising star in the professional boxing world.

There were still a few students who were holding Chen Zhao and knocking him down, but they had no idea at this moment.

"Bob, come out." Everene shouted.

At this time, a tall student came out: "Everee, you won't let me fight him, are you? I'm not good at fighting."

"Didn't let you fight, didn't you listen to what I said, beat him with the aspects you are best at."

The boy named Bob's eyes lit up: "Are you sure he will jump long-leap with me?"

Everee looked at Chen Zhao: "Do you dare to compete with him for long jump?"

"Aren't you bullying people? He has long hands and feet. How can I compare with him?"

“That’s the rules of our Youth Council.”

"It's no good for me to lose, and it's even less good for me to win. Why should I compare? Why don't we bet some money?" Chen Zhao grinned.

He felt that it was really satisfying to deceive the money of these students.

"You want to bet with us? Are you sure?"

"Of course, I practiced physical education when I was in elementary school." Chen Zhao said seriously.

"This joke is not funny at all." Everee stared at Chen Zhao with a cold look: "What the hell are you thinking?"

In Everee's opinion, it's obviously impossible to win.

She wanted to help Diana vent her anger, so she came to block Chen Zhao.

And she chose the other party and it was impossible for her to have a chance of winning.

"You came here to block me, don't you just want me to lose? I accept it. Now it's your turn. Everyone is going to bet."

Chen Zhao took out a thousand dollars: "Your name is Bob, right? Do you want to compete with me for long jump? If you are willing to bet, then if you win, the money will be yours."

Bob was also a little confused. He was a person who practiced long jump, and the other party wanted to compete with him for long jump, and even forced to bet?

What's going on?

Isn't this person a fool, right?

Although Chen Zhao is not short, he is relatively ordinary people.

Bob has a figure of 1.95 meters, which is completely the standard figure for track and field long jumps.

There is no comparison with body shape alone, because Chen Zhao's figure is not suitable for long jump at all.

It is estimated that his standing long jump may be further than Chen Zhao's sprinting long jump.

"Bet with him." Everee snorted coldly: "He wants to give money, is there any reason not to accept it?"

“I didn’t bring that much money.”

For the student party, a thousand dollars is not a small amount.

At least most of the students present could not afford so much money at one time.

"I have it." Everee said, taking out a card and handing it to a female classmate: "Go and get me a thousand dollars, the card is..."

"Then let's go to the stadium."

Chen Zhao followed a group of students to the sand pit in the stadium, and Everee looked at Chen Zhao and Bob.

"Who are you going first?" Everee asked.

"He's coming first."

Shhh—

Everyone was swearing Chen Zhao. In their opinion, Chen Zhao was obviously timid in the fight.

Chen Zhao is thick-skinned and doesn't care at all.

"Bob, come first."

It doesn't matter to Bob, after all, the gap in strength is too obvious.

With his eyes closed, he could jump further than Chen Zhao.

Bob retreated to about fifty meters, and the long jump did not limit the running assist distance.

Of course, it cannot be too far. If someone is willing to run a marathon sprint distance first, the organizer of the competition will probably send the athlete to a mental hospital first.

Bob starts to start, speed up, sprint...

Those who practice long jumps will not be bad at running sprints.

The moment Bob's speed reached its peak, Bob kicked his feet.

call--

Dead!

A student went up to check: "Seven meters one or two."

Very good results, which is close to the results of professional athletes.

Bob came to Chen Zhao with a slight panting: "It's your turn."

Chen Zhao pointed to the jumper: "You crossed the line by foul, so this result doesn't count."

Bob turned to look at Everee: "Do you want it to be so formal?"

Everene originally wanted to say that you lose anyway, so it would be better to just jump a little bit.

But after thinking about it carefully, she immediately understood that Chen Zhao was deliberately delaying time, and also to consume Bob's physical strength.

However, in the face of absolute strength, any calculation is just a ridiculous trick.

Everee said to Bob: "Go and jump again, don't step on the line."

Although Bob was unhappy, he still endured it for a thousand dollars.

Bob retreated to fifty meters again, then started, accelerated, and sprinted.

call--

This time, it is lighter than the last time.

"Seven meters three to five!"

Everyone exclaimed, the results were better this time than last time.

"Is there any problem this time?" Bob said in a somewhat provocative tone.

"No problem." Chen Zhao put down the toolbox.

"Okay, let's start." Everene said annoyedly.

In her opinion, Chen Zhao was sure to lose, so there was no need to be so slow.

Chen Zhao's previous plan was obviously disappointed, and he certainly didn't expect that Bob would jump further than the first time.

If he had known it, he might have given up honestly.

"What are you doing? You're not going to dance?"

"Warm up." Chen Zhao said naturally: "If you dance without warming up, it's easy to get hurt. If you don't believe it, ask Bob, right, Bob."

Bob turned his head and ignored Chen Zhao.

"Okay, I'll warm you up." Everee said gritting her teeth.

Can't this damn mistball be honest with the fate of failure?

"By the way, do you want to raise?" Chen Zhao asked suddenly.

"You want to raise?" Evereth looked at Chen Zhao in surprise.

"You have so many people, it's so boring to watch. How about I bet a dealer? Everyone bets enthusiastically."

"Is it really OK?" asked a student.

"sure."

"How much can you put?"

"Don't have to spend ten dollars less, it's too boring."

"I'll win a hundred dollars."

"I'll give you fifty dollars."

"I'm also a hundred dollars."

"I'm two hundred dollars."

Everene felt that her head was about to get angry. Does this bastard have to do this?
Chapter completed!