The gym at West High School.
In this place where students exercise, a vicious violent conflict between students had just broken out.
If it were in a peaceful and stable country, it would be enough to make the front page of the city news.
Fortunately, this is America, where shootings are frequent and violence is constant; a mere student fight, and only between two students at that, completely doesn't count as news, it's not even a big deal!
So, not only did it not attract the attention of the school teachers, it didn't even spread among the students.
Even the few people in the gym who saw the beginning and end of the incident quickly forgot about it.
They only remembered a guy who looked fat but was super good at fighting.
However, while the people here didn't care about the previous fight, what Chris was about to do next still attracted a large crowd.
This is a gym after all, and in a gym, what could be more interesting than watching someone break a bench press record?
Not to mention that the guy setting this record was a chubby kid who looked like he had never set foot in a gym before.
That made people even more curious and surprised.
Chris's earlier act of bench pressing 180 kilograms had already attracted a group of people, and now, seeing him add another 40 kilograms of plates to the barbell, the crowd watching surged again.
Many people even started recording on their phones, wanting to witness this moment that could be immortalized in school legend.
Since West High School had a gym, in these past ten-odd years, the best anyone had done was bench press 150 kilograms.
That was even a record from several years ago, when the gym wasn't as luxurious as it is now, and didn't even have air conditioning.
So, in the past two years, a rumor had been circulating in the school that the gym's central air conditioning should be removed, claiming that it affected muscle training.
That's why a second person to bench press 150 kilograms hadn't appeared.
Although this rumor was just something some muscle-headed guys said casually, most people still somewhat agreed.
They also felt that a good environment easily leads to laziness, thus preventing better workout results.
However, this idea might dissipate after today.
After all, Chris had already broken that rumor, and he was even going to break his own newly set record again.
But everyone present couldn't help but think that while Chris was breaking the old rumor, he himself might also be establishing a new one.
That is, talent explains everything; as long as the talent is strong enough, acquired effort and environment are insignificant.
And Chris himself was living proof, after all, this guy didn't even have the correct grip on the bar, not at all like a seasoned lifter cutting fat.
Amidst everyone's tense gazes, Chris, however, showed no signs of tension.
He gripped the bar firmly with both hands, inhaled, looked at his assisting classmate, and then pushed with all his might.
The 220-kilogram barbell was lifted high, and this was even without Chris using his lower back for leverage.
Of course, outsiders wouldn't know this; his belly fat blocked their view, preventing them from seeing whether his lower back was arched or not.
But seeing Chris repeatedly bench press 220 kilograms, everyone understood that this was not Chris's limit.
So, as Chris lifted, everyone followed with cheers and roars that echoed throughout the gym.
The question of whether they themselves had talent would only come to mind once they calmed down; for now, they were simply genuinely happy for Chris.
After all, this event might become one of the most unforgettable memories of their high school lives, and also a talking point for them to brag to their children.
After eighteen consecutive reps, Chris finally felt a hint of fatigue.
This feeling was like his state after a 100-meter dash test in college in his previous life—tired, but after a short rest, it would have no impact at all.
From this, Chris also had a rough estimate of his strength; his maximum bench press strength was probably between 250 and 280 kilograms, definitely not reaching the 300-kilogram class.
However, even so, this level of strength was already at the level of world-class athletes.
And this was him at only fifteen years old, plus never having trained, achieving it solely by his innate talent and instinct.
If he were to train intentionally, and with his body continuing to grow and develop, his strength level would continue to increase.
The future is promising!
After an internal sigh, Chris felt his stamina recover quite a bit and once again began his set training.
After all, the premise of a promising future was that he could reach that future, and not die in the unknown event Dumpling spoke of.
And the people around, seeing that Chris was not going to continue pushing for maximum weight, dispersed one after another.
A few bigmouths had already left the gym and started spreading Chris's deeds around campus.
The news of a fifteen-year-old bench pressing 220 kilograms should be popular at West High School for a while.
After another twenty reps, Chris put down the barbell, and while resting, he said to the two spotters, "Alright, brothers, you can rest."
Seeing Chris bench pressing 220 kilograms in sets without even a red face or heavy breathing, the two knew that this amount of weight was far from challenging for Chris, so they obediently sat on the nearby bench press bench.
It was then that the little fanboy finally had a chance to speak to Chris, saying, "Hey, Boss! I didn't expect you to be so strong, I thought 200 kilograms was your limit!"
Chris's expression hadn't changed when he previously bench pressed 180 kilograms, so this person had speculated that it wasn't Chris's limit.
But what he never expected was that Chris's 220-kilogram bench press wasn't his limit either.
This completely refreshed the kid's worldview and made him even more confident that he hadn't chosen the wrong boss.
Chris sat up and looked at the kid, then noticed that he was also wearing basketball team shorts, and asked curiously, "You're on the basketball team too? I hit your teammate, how dare you still approach me? Aren't you afraid your teammates will ostracize you?"
As soon as he spoke, the Black guy next to him was stunned, not expecting there to be other things involved.
"Heh!" the white kid sighed self-deprecatingly, then continued, "Boss, you're overthinking it. Those guys, do you think they don't usually ostracize me?"
"Oh! I get it."
As soon as the kid spoke, Chris understood.
So, this kid was already being ostracized by his teammates, so when he saw Chris punch his teammate down, not only did he not resent him, but he even became his fanboy.
Well, what else was there to say? If someone came to pledge allegiance, he should definitely be accepted.
After all, the original Chris was a loser, a nobody at school.
Let alone subordinates, he didn't even have many true friends.
So, facing the first person who wanted to be his subordinate, Chris extended his hand and said, "Chris Griffin, I've got your back from now on!"
Seeing Chris's outstretched hand, the white kid excitedly grasped it and said, "Marn Robert, basketball team alternate. If you want to meet cheerleaders, I can help connect you."
"We'll talk about it later!"
Chris wasn't in a hurry about dating girls; after all, with his succubus attribute, whether male or female, he wouldn't be lacking.
"Hanger Rost, I also want to join your little group, can I?"
The Black guy next to them, watching their conversation, suddenly spoke up.
Then he noticed their strange looks and immediately realized his timing was off, quickly adding, "Hey, I have a girlfriend!"
To his surprise, Chris and the other guy, hearing his words, exchanged glances and started teasing him with laughter.
"Oh~ !" x 2
Seeing this, Hanger could only continue to explain, "I really didn't mean it that way!"
"Hahahaha, we understand!" x 2
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