"Leader, don't have so much confidence in us, it's too high. At least eighty percent of people won't meet the standard!"
The wailing voice from the crowd was none other than Wang Zhetao, who failed the first two-hundred-meter test.
"Yes, Leader, please lower the difficulty a bit..."
"Thank you for your trust, but I'm not very confident!"
"Begging you to lower the difficulty."
The atmosphere was relaxed, so as long as someone led the way, there would inevitably be followers.
"Cough, cough!"
Zhang Su coughed, waited for the scene to quiet down, and pointed to the top of the pole, saying, "At any time, you must hold on to the belief in victory, besides, this is a selection, not child's play!"
After speaking, Zhang Su jumped up in place, casually making a leap.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Brother, give us a break."
"Isn't this letting us live?"
