Come here and blow on the shot put in my hand [second update]]
At his words, Zhong Jincheng and Gao Qiang both turned toward Lu Yuanqiu and said in unison, "Fine, we won't fight you for him. He's your wife, Lu Yuanqiu."
Lu Yuanqiu immediately locked one guy under each arm.
Just then, Bai Qingxia tilted her head to peer around him, curious to see what Lu Yuanqiu's "wife" looked like.
She froze. That person was definitely a boy.
Jiao Jiao, Senior Class 12. Male.
He looked like Tohru from Jackie Chan Adventures, but he was very effeminate, and even his name sounded like a girl's.
He was very introverted. At meals, his rear often took up two seats, with his thighs pressed tightly together and his lower legs invariably turned inward.
He also had to hold his chopsticks in his right hand and his spoon in his left, as though he couldn't eat any other way.
Even more absurdly, his voice sounded like a little girl's, too.
But none of those things were his greatest claim to fame. That would be his strength. His enormous strength.
Once, a male classmate had pranked him, and the usually good-tempered Jiao Jiao had gotten angry for a change. One slap sent the boy spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot before he collapsed in a graceful heap, unconscious.
Lu Yuanqiu knew Jiao Jiao, too.
That was because Jiao Jiao was another regular in the last exam room.
Thinking back on it now, that last exam room really was a gathering of gods. Zheng Yifeng, the "god of sleep," Chen Fei, the "god of lovesick fools," and the Biochemical Brothers all had permanent divine seats there.
For this monthly exam, Bai Qingxia, the "god of studying," had joined them as well. Things were getting even more exciting.
Oh, right-he had forgotten to mention that Tan Le, who was as dark as charcoal, also held a divine office.
Whenever he used his brain, he liked to fart...
Every exam was sheer torment for Lu Yuanqiu, who sat behind him.
Because this guy actually used his brain during exams!
But his ability only let him beat Lu Yuanqiu and claim second-to-last place in their year...
Lu Yuanqiu swore he would remind Bai Qingxia to wear nose plugs before the exam. Otherwise, it might affect her performance.
"Go on, Lu Yuanqiu. He's your opponent this time."
Gao Qiang looked at Mighty Jiao and gave Lu Yuanqiu a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
Their homeroom teacher, Liu Wei, was standing beside Jiao Jiao. Adjusting her glasses, she looked up at him with an uneasy expression and swallowed. For once, the curvy woman looked as petite as a little girl.
Holding the shot put, Jiao Jiao swayed his enormous rear coquettishly as he walked toward the throwing circle.
The referee here happened to be their PE teacher, Wang Ping. Their English teacher, Su Miaomiao, was also standing nearby, which was a rare sight. She and Wang Ping were good friends.
The moment a pair of lovely legs in black tights entered Zhong Jincheng's view, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly left Lu Yuanqiu and ran over to strike up a conversation with Su Miaomiao.
At Wang Ping's whistle, Jiao Jiao began his one-handed throw.
Knitting his brows, he took two steps forward and cried in a girlish voice, "Eeyah~"
The shot put flew out like a cannonball.
The gust from the flying shot put swept the hair on Wang Ping's forehead sideways. He turned to stare blankly after it, and the whistle fell from his mouth.
"...He's got real potential. His form is a little off, but with some training, he could become a professional."
Wang Ping muttered to himself.
After checking the distance, the teacher at the other end announced the result. "18.02 meters!"
Liu Wei's face darkened.
What incredible strength!
As Lu Yuanqiu approached, she said sternly, "Lu Yuanqiu, you came first in the whole school in the three-thousand-meter race and won a gold medal. You're in five events, and I want five golds. Understand?"
Lu Yuanqiu's mouth twitched. "Ma'am... do you seriously think I can beat him?!"
Hearing that, Jiao Jiao glanced at Lu Yuanqiu as he passed by, looking bashful.
Liu Wei glared. "Like I care?! Just get me first place!"
No sooner had she said that than she spotted Bai Qingxia behind him. Her expression transformed as quickly as a Sichuan opera face-changing act, instantly breaking into a smile. "Qingxia, you're here too! Oh, are you helping hold his clothes? What a good girl."
She sounded as though she were cooing at a baby.
Bai Qingxia nodded lightly and stood obediently to one side, holding the school uniform.
Lu Yuanqiu stared in disbelief. Was she a professional face-changer?
He stepped in front of Bai Qingxia, facing Liu Wei. The instant she saw his face, her smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression.
Lu Yuanqiu tried moving his face aside to reveal Bai Qingxia's pretty face behind him. Liu Wei immediately beamed again, her smile blooming like a chrysanthemum.
Lu Yuanqiu said, "...Impressive."
Bai Qingxia's gaze remained fixed on his profile, following his movements. She had no idea what he had just been doing.
Looking at the list, Wang Ping called loudly, "Next, Lu Yuanqiu from Senior Class 28!"
"Here!"
Lu Yuanqiu walked over.
He exhaled, loosened his neck and wrists, then picked up the shot put and entered the throwing circle.
Wang Ping asked, "Ready?"
Lu Yuanqiu made an "okay" sign. Just as Wang Ping was about to blow his whistle, Lu Yuanqiu hurriedly shouted, "Wait, wait!"
Wang Ping nearly choked on his own saliva. He frowned. "What now?"
Lu Yuanqiu looked back. "Come here and blow on the shot put in my hand. Give it some power. I want first place."
Liu Wei walked over impatiently, grumbling, "Honestly, Lu Yuanqiu, you're unbelievable. Always making such a fuss."
She was just about to puff out her cheeks and blow when Lu Yuanqiu reached out and pushed her aside, his face expressionless. "Sorry, ma'am. I wasn't talking to you."
Looking utterly bewildered, Liu Wei staggered two steps sideways. Once she steadied herself, she followed his gaze and discovered that he was looking at Bai Qingxia.
The surrounding students immediately raised their eyebrows, their expressions eager for some juicy drama.
Su Miaomiao was intrigued, too, and curiously looked back and forth between the boy and girl. Then Zhong Jincheng scoffed beside her. "All Lu Yuanqiu does is pull useless stunts like this. Just watch him embarrass himself, ma'am. I've never even seen him throw a shot put. There's no way he can beat Mighty Jiao."
Su Miaomiao looked puzzled. "Why aren't you supporting your own classmate?"
Zhong Jincheng put on a cool, aloof air. "This is character-building for him."
Su Miaomiao opened her mouth. "Oh."
The young English teacher cutely swung her lovely legs in their black tights.
Without changing his expression, Zhong Jincheng reached down to his trousers and adjusted his aim.
Bai Qingxia stood there holding the school uniform, her face almost buried in it. The two earlobes hidden beneath her hair had turned a rosy pink.
She glanced uneasily at all the eyes around her. When Lu Yuanqiu gave her an encouraging look, Bai Qingxia pressed her lips together and bravely took a
step toward him.
Seeing this, Liu Wei grinned foolishly. "Yes, yes, yes. Qingxia's breath will give it more power. Come on, give that boy a little strength."
Once she reached Lu Yuanqiu, Bai Qingxia puffed out her cheeks and gently blew on the shot put, as though she were blowing out a birthday candle perched on top of it.
Afterward, she immediately turned away, looking awkward. With her little face flushed red, she hugged the school uniform and jogged back to her original spot. Her heart raced, as though she had just accomplished something earth-shattering.
Lu Yuanqiu gazed warmly at the shot put and hefted it twice in his hand.
Then he put away his smile and turned around.
His expression grew serious.
Lu Yuanqiu gripped the shot put with both hands, the thick arms beneath his short sleeves instantly bulging with sharply defined muscles.
Wang Ping blew his whistle.
Lu Yuanqiu knitted his brows and gave a low roar, throwing it forward with one hand in a fairly proper stance:
"Fly!"
As he watched the shot put's arc, Zhong Jincheng's smile slowly froze on his face.