"Alright, shall we move on to the next one?"
Chen Ping looked at Little Fatty with a tone of discussion. Little Fatty awkwardly scratched his head.
But the moment he stood up, he felt light and invigorated. He hopped in place a few times and immediately felt refreshed. The aches in his body had genuinely faded by seventy or eighty percent.
"How strange. My legs don't ache as much anymore, and my body doesn't hurt as much either."
Little Fatty somewhat curiously shared his thoughts after the massage.
For a while, quite a few other students from Class One gathered around as well, most of them boys.
Even if he used his toes to think, Chen Ping could still guess why these boys were so eager to crowd around.
Those boys claiming they wanted to relax after hearing Little Fatty's comments about the massage was just an excuse. What they really wanted was to get massaged!
He had deliberately used a little more force while massaging Little Fatty earlier, which was why Little Fatty's cries had sounded somewhat excessively ecstatic.
People—especially young men—were at the age when they loved excitement and had the strongest competitive spirit.
If someone cried out loudly while being massaged, there would certainly be someone else who could endure the massage without making a sound.
Crying out during the massage could at most be considered a failed challenge, and they could still relax their muscles for just one Silver Soul Coin.
But if they kept a straight face and said nothing after the massage, wouldn't their status in the class rise immediately?
Chen Ping did not expose them, however. He cheerfully massaged the Class One students who scrambled to lie down and accept the massage challenge.
At the same time, he began chatting while inconspicuously adding