CHAPTER 441: 126. SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO ENTERTAIN LADY YE SHIYU FULLY_4

"Caught cheating, huh?! You lead Yan Huan first, definitely draining his Physical Strength, and then he’ll be slow when running with me! Wouldn’t I be at a disadvantage taking him afterward?"

"Hehe, you really think I’m dumb? I’m very smart! You can’t fool me at all!"

Fine fine fine, just treat what you two are saying as farts.

We just talked about respecting my opinions as the main subject, but now you two are discussing without considering me at all.

So, if you believe Ye Shiyu, you’d probably end up moving into the basement of the Ye Mansion in just a few days.

"You misunderstood... I mean, Xiao Huan doesn’t run, we’ll run carrying him."

Spencer was slightly stunned, puzzled,

"How would that..."

However, before Spencer could express his confusion, Ye Shiyu already walked towards Yan Huan, her face slightly blushed as she said,

"Xiao Huan, pardon me..."

After saying that, she directly squatted down with her back to Yan Huan, her earlobes red, and glanced at Yan Huan, inviting,

"I will carry you through the whole course."

"..."

What if I really don’t want to do this?

It feels a bit too pampering, kind of embarrassing.

"Don’t like this posture? I can also carry you princess style..."

"Sister Shiyu, let’s go."

Hearing the next term sprung, Yan Huan’s face turned dark, he even wanted to carry Ye Shiyu down and plow two acres of land himself.

But at this moment, no other options were left.

...

...

"Oho, have you reached an agreement? Both of you carrying President Yan and run a 400-meter lap, whoever runs faster wins?"

Above, Track and Field Club’s Hua Zhaofeng immediately saw what they planned to determine the winner, while the club members behind showed faces of regret,

"Fight, why didn’t they continue fighting? Boring, I want bloodshed!"

Meanwhile, Yumiko covered her mouth, watching Ye Shiyu who started running from the starting point carrying Yan Huan, couldn’t help exclaiming,

"She’s so fast! And has she received track field training? Her posture and breathing all..."

"Hmm, she’s professional, probably had someone teach her at home before?"

Owen sipped some mineral water and said that.

A few minutes, exactly one lap completed.

And this was the speed of Ye Shiyu running while carrying Yan Huan.

"...Incredible, normally student Ye seems so quiet, didn’t expect her athletic ability to be this strong!"

Seeing this, Yumiko covered her mouth in shock.

Owen chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, saying,

"And you said the novels I read were fiction?"

"...Seriously."

"The key is, it’s Spencer’s performance next!"

Hua Zhaofeng clenched his teeth, watching Spencer who just carried Yan Huan but immediately knelt halfway down.

Below, Spencer, with a red face, turned to Yan Huan and whispered,

"Can you stop wiggling?! It’s... it’s so ticklish!"

"...I haven’t moved at all."

"Tsk! Change the position!"

"Are you sure?"

"I’m sure! Heh, just Ye Shiyu, I can easily win! Just watch!"

"..."

Yan Huan didn’t respond, just let her adjust to a position carrying him.

Ye Shiyu glanced from the side, her expression quickly turning horrifying.

But...

"Bang! Begin!"

Next to her, the expressionless and vacant-eyed Yuanlina fired the starting gun under Ye Shiyu’s remote control.

The moment the starting gun just sounded, Spencer snickered, tightening his hold on Yan Huan and sprinted crazily towards the race track ahead.

"Such... such a fast pace!!"

Above, Hua Zhaofeng incredulously watched Spencer’s visibly much faster pace than Ye Shiyu, his entire body collapsing onto the steps.

He punched the floor, his teeth gritted,

"...This monster!"

Yumiko, watching Spencer sprinting wildly on the first 100-meter track, couldn’t help covering her mouth,

"So... it means..."

Owen, supporting his chin, watched the running Spencer below and said nothing.

But behind him, another club member glanced at the speed Spencer was running below and declared,

"That’s right... Spencer won."

...

...

"Hi~"

In the fairy-tale-like Piggy Manor, a tender pink piglet greeted the golden bomb pig sitting on the chair.

The golden bomb pig snorted dismissively, black smoke of an impending explosion puffing from its body.

"Hmph, how rude, how can you start cursing as soon as you meet someone."

The tender pink piglet sat next to the golden bomb pig, silent for a moment before asking,

"That Ye Shiyu... how does she seem?"

"She’s really strong..."

The golden bomb pig leaned back in the chair, emitting cute piggy grunts, mumbling,

"And, she hasn’t even used her full strength yet. Even with the mysterious superpower on me, I probably can’t beat her..."

"Never thought I’d hear those words from you one day..."

"...I even feel a bit guilty."

The golden bomb pig looked up at the sky, above floated fortresses where those beautiful birds lived.

Among them, a terrifying hawk stood, gathering its wings.

The tender pink piglet looked at the golden bomb pig, puzzled,

"Guilty?"

"Yeah, I had loads of fun running."

The golden bomb pig looked at the hawk above, clutching its pig’s trotters, saying,

"But Ye Shiyu still hasn’t used her full strength... for this, I feel sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yes, I’m truly sorry for not letting Miss Ye Shiyu use her full strength..."

As soon as the golden bomb pig’s words were out, Spencer, with a fierce expression, suddenly appeared.

She raised her right fist and furiously smashed it towards the golden bomb pig, resembling her own.