The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 983 - 982: Awesome! One-handed push-ups!

Chapter 983: Chapter 982: Awesome! One-handed push-ups!

Shu Shu raised her hand to remind him, "Instructor, Lu Mian’s arm is injured. Please don’t punish her!"

The entire group of students then turned to look at Lu Mian’s arm. She was wearing long sleeves and pants, so they couldn’t see the wound directly, but there was visible blood staining the sleeve of her blue camouflage uniform.

On the back of her hand, there were also some mottled scars and blood stains.

What happened to their class favorite?

Was she bullied by someone?!

A certain Chixia Sect disciple who had been beaten black and blue by Lu Mian: ...Don’t say nonsense! I’m the one who got bullied!

Only then did Lu Mian snap back to reality. If they hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t even have noticed she was injured.

It must have happened when she was smashing a stool, hitting equipment, or beating someone up.

She didn’t really feel it herself.

Jiu Ping, seeing so many boys pleading for Lu Mian, felt an intense disappointment. Most girls were spoiled by these spineless guys.

If all men ignored women, there wouldn’t be any problematic women in this world.

The more he saw this, the more determined he became to punish Lu Mian.

"Being late deserves punishment—it’s only justified! Anyone with more nonsense will make her do one hundred of them!"

Everyone immediately fell silent, afraid of making things worse for Lu Mian.

Lu Mian coldly glanced at Jiu Ping, lips curving slightly. She’d take responsibility for her own mistakes.

As for Jiu Ping? She’d settle accounts with him later.

"Alright," she said in an indifferent tone.

"Mianmian!"

Shu Shu called out to her in distress.

Lu Mian flashed her a look that said "don’t worry" and smiled, casually replying, "Just treating it as a warm-up."

"What?" Shu Shu didn’t hear clearly, nor did she understand, only becoming more worried.

Song Yu, one of the students the instructor had just called out earlier, didn’t want Lu Mian to face this alone. Raising his hand, he spoke boldly, "Report, Instructor! I’ll join Lu Mian!"

Without another word, the two of them got down on the ground.

Song Yu turned his head to remind Lu Mian deliberately, "Lu Mian, take it slow—I’ll keep pace with you!"

Boys are naturally stronger in arm strength and core power, so fifty push-ups aren’t difficult for them.

For girls, though, it might take the whole afternoon to just complete fifty.

Song Yu was focused on keeping the class favorite company, thinking that by doing so, she wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.

Jiu Ping stood nearby and lightly kicked Song Yu with his toe. "If you’re a man, toughen up! Or do you want the girls to laugh at you?"

The girls: ???

What’s there to laugh about?

They thought Song Yu was very manly and noble!

Song Yu didn’t understand what the instructor meant but simply put his head down and began the exercise.

Clear counting echoed from the students above them.

"5, 6, 7..."

Song Yu looked up in confusion, wanting to say they were counting wrong. After all, his pace wasn’t that fast—he’d only done three push-ups.

But as he lifted his head, he realized their gazes were all on Lu Mian!

Song Yu followed their stares, intending to share the hardship with Lu Mian, only to have his determination shattered instantly.

"10, 11, 12..."

Lu Mian’s movements were precise and fast. Her form between rises and dips was flawless, her breathing steady, her actions smooth as silk. She effortlessly completed ten in one go.

And it wasn’t anything like how they had expected her to perform!

Moreover, when Lu Mian didn’t want to strain the wound on her right arm, she casually pulled her right arm back.

!!!

One-handed push-ups!

The entire group was stunned!

Song Yu was hit with mental devastation. In the time of one blink, Lu Mian had already completed twenty.

Looking again at Jiu Ping, even he was frozen in shock.

Lu Mian’s core strength exceeded everyone’s imagination!

These kinds of one-handed push-ups require incredibly high overall physical fitness. Forget about girls—even the Chixia Sect disciples, who undergo regular training, couldn’t perform them so smoothly!

He couldn’t believe it—just a girl? How could she achieve this level of strength?!

In no time, Lu Mian completed fifty one-handed push-ups, while Song Yu had only finished seventeen.

The young woman stood up with swagger, dusted off the wrinkles and debris on her pants, flexed her neck side-to-side, stretched her arms, and exuded a completely relaxed demeanor.

Breath steady, complexion normal.

Everyone was dumbfounded: Is this what someone looks like after finishing fifty push-ups???

Lu Mian walked over to Jiu Ping, her cold gaze falling on him. Her expression was calm and emotionless—like she was facing someone already dead.

A chill ran up Jiu Ping’s spine. He shook his head to dispel it.

Crazy!

For just one fleeting moment, he’d actually been scared of this girl!

Before Jiu Ping could compose himself, Lu Mian flatly spoke, "Instructor, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you."