Qin Heng glanced at him. "Going?"
Zhang Qiuwen chuckled. "I'm waiting to see Little Sister-in-Law throw the shot put."
Oh, come on.
Could Little Sister-in-Law's waist bend that low? Could he arch back that far and still straighten up? It looked so soft.
Zhang Qiuwen asked, "Hey, Brother Qin, have you figured out how you're going to comfort him?"
Qin Heng sneered. "Only a simple-minded, muscle-brained guy like Yue Yaozong could throw well. Did you see anyone here who beat him? Yue Yaozong's like a monkey, practically dying to rip his shirt off and show off. What bad luck."
Zhang Qiuwen: ...
The whistle blew, and Chi Ning's waist and back exerted force in an instant. Even his cheeks puffed out slightly with the effort.
—The shot put flew from his hand.
Qin Heng wasn't looking at the ball at all.
He was looking at Chi Ning's waist, his straightened legs, the beautiful line of his waist, and the slight bulge of muscle on his forearm.
Too beautiful. Heaven must have favored him especially when creating him, making every part of him so exquisitely perfect.
With a thud.
The shot put hit the ground.
Zhang Qiuwen blurted out, "Holy shit, how far?!"
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Chi Ning calmly looked at the referee.
Referee: ?
"Ten point one meters. Congratulations to contestant Chi Ning for taking first place."
As a PE teacher, the referee had six points to make: ...
No, weren't you top students supposed to be good at studying? Did you secretly lift weights too?
But you didn't look like you could throw that far.
"How did you throw it so far?"
Chi Ning carefully wiped his hands with a wet wipe. "Perhaps you've heard of the Oblique Projectile Model?"
The PE teacher: ?
What the hell was that?
Chi Ning