"Are you kidding?" Luo Wenzhou hurried over, wanting to help, but he fumbled helplessly, not knowing where to start.
Three hundred kilograms—could he even assist with that?
"Mr. Zhang, this weight is genuinely too dangerous." Coach Feifei, being a professional, understood even better what a 300-kilogram bench press meant.
Three hundred kilograms.
To put it simply, that was six hundred jin—six hundred-pound girls. Could you push that up with sheer human strength? Forget Hangzhou; even in the professional field nationwide, that kind of strength would put someone at the very top of the pyramid.
But this friend of Miss Tian's was obviously just an amateur.
Why did she think so?
Because bodybuilding and strength training followed two completely different paths. Bodybuilding focused primarily on looking good, with strength as merely a byproduct.
Strength training, on the other hand, focused purely on strength, with physique being secondary.
True professional strength athletes were broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with thick necks and arms as large as an ordinary person's thighs. Their muscle mass and body fat were both high—they were genuinely built like muscle wrapped in fat.
This Mr. Zhang, however, had such an incredible physique, with such defined and perfect muscle lines and such low body fat. One look was enough to tell that strength was not his specialty! In any case, he definitely did not have the build of someone who could bench 300 kilograms.
With that thought, she tried to dissuade him while running to one side of the barbell. Tian Chuxi came to her senses as well and jogged over to stand on the other side.
Luo Wenzhou stood behind Zhang Yang with both hands outstretched.
"Move aside." Zhang Yang saw the hands reaching out first, seemingly intending to give him a boost, and immediately frowned.
Luo Wenzhou froze behind