After a simple stretch, Lewis said, "Move the camera, I'm changing my clothes."
"Oh, okay."
The cameraman moved the camera aside, and Lewis put on his new clothes and shoes.
He tightened his shoelaces, stood up, jumped a few times in place, and then directly rushed onto the runway.
Lewis ran so fast that by the time the cameraman regained his composure, Lewis had already run over a hundred meters.
"Hurry up, fly the drone over there."
Each challenger was accompanied by three cameramen, equipped with both shoulder-mounted ultra-light cameras and the most expensive professional aerial drones available on the market.
Just these devices alone were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The cameraman controlled the drone and quickly chased after Lewis, who shot out like a rocket, incredibly fast.
"Is this guy crazy? Running so fast right off the bat?"
"Alright, no need to watch, it's boring. He's not running a marathon like this, he's a complete outsider."
"A marathon is 42 kilometers, not 420 meters. No one starts running this fast."
"Dammit, how did this idiot get picked by the production team? Why wasn't I chosen?"
Amidst a chorus of curses, the number of online viewers in Lewis' live stream dwindled, dropping from 70,000 to 30,000.
Originally, there was a crowd of people watching the spectacle, but after seeing him run like that, they lost interest in continuing.
After running one lap, Lewis suddenly stopped and walked over this way.
The cameramen were stunned, wondering why he had suddenly stopped.
Couldn't run anymore?
Come on, buddy, you've only run one lap!
Lewis walked over and said, "Help me count."
"What? Count what?"
"Sit-ups."
"Aren't we supposed to be running?"
"I'll run later. Let's do the stuff that doesn't take time first."
"But what about just now…"
"Oh, that was just a warm-up," Lewis smiled. "I just bought these new shoes, and I was afraid they'd rub my feet. After running one lap, they seem fine."
Cameraman, "…"
"Warm-up, huh."
"Alright, you've shown off enough. What else can I say?"
"This kid isn't old, but he's got a whole set of show-off tactics."
"Go watch Challenger 33, that guy chose busking. Oh my god, it's hilarious."
"Haha, I'm watching Challenger 33 too. The songs he created are incredible. Can you even call that singing?"
"Regardless of the rest, at least he has the courage to sing it out."
Compared to the other challengers, Lewis was indeed unremarkable.
Mainly because The Bucket List he chose really wasn't very exciting to watch.
What others chose, like busking or BASE jumping, at least had the possibility of completion.
But your various devil-like version exercise routines, even Saitama (a fictional character known for his incredible strength) couldn't do them.
Lewis walked onto the grass, laid his changed clothes on the turf, sat down on them, adjusted his posture, and said to the cameraman, "Help me count."
"Oh, okay."
"Starting now."
After saying that, Lewis put his hands behind his head, bent his legs, kept his feet on the ground, and began doing sit-ups.
Sit-ups are simple, but usually, when people do them, they'll use a weight to press down on their insteps or have someone hold their feet down.
This method saves effort.
However, standard sit-ups are done independently.
No weight can be applied to the insteps, and they are completed solely through the strength of the waist and abdominal muscles.
This places extremely high demands on the exerciser's abdominal muscles.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Lewis started, and the cameraman counted beside him.
The cameraman didn't understand much about this, but he could tell that Lewis' posture was very standard, with a steady pace, just right.
[Duck King]: This good-looking guy's sit-up posture is very standard.
"Oh, Duck King is here!"
"It's really Duck King! Haha, I can't believe I'm seeing Duck King here."
"What did Duck King say? His posture is very standard? As standard as your rich lady's happy sit-ups?"
This Duck King was a fitness-focused uplr on a video site, with a beautiful set of muscles.
Because of his powerful waist and abdominal strength and his ability to perform many difficult moves, he was nicknamed by fans as the Duck King who wanted to marry a wealthy and beautiful woman.
[Duck King]: I'm not praising him deliberately, but his sit-up posture is really standard. I really want to see his muscles under his clothes now.
"Calm down, you're the Duck King of rich ladies. You like women!"
"I told you, if there's no need for reproduction, men loving men is the real love."
"Duck King, how many sit-ups can you do consecutively? Can you do 10,000?"
[Duck King]: With standard posture, 10,000 is definitely not possible, but 2,000 to 3,000 should be fine.
As a fitness enthusiast, Lewis' standard sit-ups pleased him.
He had originally just intended to casually watch, mainly to see some girls.
But after seeing Lewis, he couldn't leave.
He wanted to see how many sit-ups Lewis could do.
If it were him, in his limit state, he felt he could probably do around 3,000 consecutively.
Time passed minute by minute.
In the blink of an eye, 10 minutes had passed.
"321…"
"322…"
The cameraman's lips were a bit slurred, and he was a bit stunned.
This guy hadn't stopped for ten minutes straight.
And his speed hadn't slowed down at all, maintaining the initial pace, even his posture remained perfectly standard.
"I suddenly found out that this good-looking guy seems to have some skill."
"It's not just some skill, he's well-prepared!"
"At first, I thought he was just blowing hot air, but he's actually amazing."
"Honestly, even if he doesn't finish, I have to say, this guy is amazing!"
In a small village in South Lake Province, a man wearing a sleeveless vest, with a nearly perfect physique and around thirty years old, sat in his courtyard, staring straight at his phone.
On the phone was Lewis' live stream of doing sit-ups.
"Is this guy insane?"
"322 sit-ups in ten minutes! And they're so standard, what kind of deity are you?"
The man tapped furiously on the screen and sent a barrage comment.
[Duck King]: Lewis, did you come back from abr I almost know everyone in the domestic fitness circle, and I've never heard of you.
"What's wrong? He's only done a little over three hundred."
"Duck King, be honest, did you get paid to shill? You're praising him so early, and that's excessive."
[Duck King]: Excessive, my ass! Do you know what the world record for sit-ups is?
"Does this thing even have a world record?"
"Guinness is getting more and more boring, putting records on everything."
[Duck King]: The world record is 4 hours, 48 minutes, and 41 seconds, doing 9,180 consecutive sit-ups! That averages out to 32 per minute!
"32 per minute isn't much, I can do that too."
"Isn't this something anyone can do?"
[Duck King]: Anyone can do it? Drop dead! You are out of your mind! One minute isn't much, but try doing it for ten minutes straight, and in standard form, without anyone holding your legs down. Don't even talk about ten minutes, if you can do it for five minutes, I'll call you Grandpa!
"Eh… now that you mention it, it does seem a bit challenging."
"It's not a big deal, just ten minutes. Believe in yourself, Duck King, you can do it too!"
Mainly because sit-ups are a common exercise that anyone can do, so most people only felt that Lewis was doing them quickly and standardly.
But they didn't really feel how amazing it was.
Time kept passing, and Lewis kept doing more and more.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.
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