Chapter 987 - Yo, Who Are You Looking Down On

Chapter 987: Yo, Who Are You Looking Down On

This was the so-called when words got sour, adding words was useless. Monica waved her hand. “We’ll end here today.”
Shen Qianshu said, “I practiced shooting for so long today. Give me a mantis shrimp as a reward, alright?”
“Dream on!”
“Heartless!”
The next morning.
Shen Qianshu was flipped awake by Monica at four o’clock. She was so angry that she wanted to beat somebody. This bearish child.
She had slept at 12 o’clock and was actually woken up at four o’clock. The reason for waking her up was to practice her arm strength.
“There’s no signal and no internet on the island. You didn’t want to sleep at nine o’clock and just wanted to sleep at 12 o’clock. Who can you blame?”
“Is your schedule that of an elderly person? You go to bed at nine o’clock. You are not in line at all with our schedules, the girls who are addicted to the internet. Even if there is no internet, we can open a hole in our brains and fill them up with imagination unrestrainedly. We can fantasize about a rich and handsome man loving us for 10,000 years. This can make us fantasize until dawn. Don’t you know that?”
Maxi tapped on the horizontal bar in front. “Go up.”
Shen Qianshu looked at the horizontal bar in front. It was a very ordinary horizontal bar. She did not know what it meant to go up. “Can you do a demonstration?”
Maxi walked over and held onto the edge of the horizontal bar. In one second, she lifted herself up. Within a few seconds, she did 10 pull-ups in one go. She landed on the ground relaxedly. Shen Qianshu was dumbfounded. The training she had at the Rose Castle was mostly fighting and jogging. She had yet to train her arm strength.
“I… will give it a try.”
Shen Qianshu walked over and held the horizontal bar. When Maxi did the pull-ups, it was very beautiful and natural. When it was her turn, she seemed a little comical. Shen Qianshu could not lift herself up at all. She could only do half a pull-up.
Monica said, “The program of the training at the Rose Castle was only a crash course for you. It was to allow you to cope with all kinds of fights agilely. If you don’t practice your arm strength well, your shooting will not be good.”
“You think that my arm strength will be good with a few days of effort?”
“Give it a try.”
Shen Qianshu shook her head. She followed what Maxi had said and practiced again once more. She practiced for half an hour. It was good that she had some foundation and could grasp the technique. She could start to do one or two pull-ups. Shen Qianshu supported herself on the horizontal bar. “I feel that… my pull-ups are not as good as yours. I should be heavier than you all by dozens of pounds.”
Maxi broke into a snigger and laughed.
Monica said, “This is simply not related at all, alright?”
“Rubbish. I am 90 pounds. You all are 60 pounds. No difference, are you kidding me?”
After Shen Qianshu had grasped the technique, she could do more than 10 pull-ups continuously until she had reached her physical limit, and her arms felt like they were stiffening. She was so tired that she could not go on. She felt that she herself was remarkably impressive as she could grasp the technique so quickly.
“Magical girl, I’m impressive,” Shen Qianshu said. “Give me a little more time. I’m certain I can beat you all until you all fall flat.”
“You?” the magical girl, Monica said. “You want to defeat me based on this aptitude of yours? It’s easier for you to open a hole in your brain and fill it up with imagination unrestrainedly.”
“I have been woken up by you all at four o’clock to practice my arm strength. Firstly, I did not oppose. Secondly, I did not scold anyone, and thirdly, I listened obediently. Can’t you give me a wave of praise sincerely without scheming?”
“You talk too much,” Maxi said.
Shen Qianshu said, “I don’t have a choice. If your beau is a proud and cold person who doesn’t speak more than 10 sentences in a day, you will also become a little angel who makes awkward small talk.”
“Since he is proud and cold, what do you want him for?” Monica snorted. “He doesn’t speak more than 10 sentences in a day. Why don’t he swallow dumb medicine himself?”
“His face is good-looking, and he is pleasing to the eye,” Shen Qianshu said. “I can overlook his other little flaws.”