Xue Tao's exaggerated outfit was actually quite in line with what Su Bai had expected of him.
Well, how should he put it?
The first time their classmates played basketball, Xue Tao had dressed like this too.
An equipment junkie, apparently.
Su Bai did not dislike equipment junkies. From an economic standpoint, the more gear enthusiasts there were in a sport, the more revenue they contributed to the industry, promoting the development of sports-related businesses. These days, finding something to sell at a profit was hard enough.
The main issue was that Xue Tao's gear was too bizarre. On a basketball court, he could still pass for a normal person. At most, people would give him a few extra looks and quietly wonder whether this guy had just gotten out of the hospital and was doing rehabilitation training.
But in a gym, it was far too rare a sight.
"Take them off. Take off those knee pads and elbow pads. You barely have any strength to begin with. With those on, I'm afraid you won't even be able to press an empty bar." Su Bai mocked him.
"Fuck, how is that possible? Brother Bai, you're exaggerating. Bench pressing forty kilos is easy for me." Xue Tao thumped his chest and guaranteed it.
Then he asked Wang Haoran what his current bench press record was.
"Ah, me? I only press 40 kg. I'm really weak."
Wang Haoran never hid the fact that he was a weakling physically.
After all, he had no pride to protect in that area. But if someone said he was bad at games or did not understand anime culture, he would definitely lose it.
People's sore spots truly could not be generalized.
Very well, then today's target was tentatively set at 40 kg!
That was what Xue