Chapter 126

"Who are you kidding." Xia Xi didn't believe it, not even taking a glance.

"You see for yourself." Zhao Lei tilted her head, "I'm lying to you, you're a puppy."

"Really?" Xia Xi lay on the outermost foam mat, speaking while lifting her head to look to the right.

Zhao Lei wasn't deceiving her; it really was Xu Yanfeng, wearing all-black sportswear, holding a bottle of water. A few guys surrounded him, not his roommates; one she had seen before on the golf course, seemingly named Fu Li.

Xia Xi acted before thinking, she sprang up from the foam mat and rushed straight to Xu Yanfeng.

Fu Li was talking about company matters; he and Xu Yanfeng had been training at their own company even before graduation, and they often chatted about work when they got together. Suddenly a figure flashed into view, and Fu Li's words got stuck.

Zhao Lei, squatting beside the foam mat, tilted her head and personally saw Xia Xi block Xu Yanfeng's path, pointing this way and saying something; Xu Yanfeng handed the water in his hand to the guy beside him, asking him to hold it, then followed Xia Xi over.

Zhao Lei: "???"

Xia Xi returned to the foam mat a few steps ahead of Xu Yanfeng, grabbed Zhao Lei's arm, suppressing her excitement, lowered her voice to a whisper, and quickly said to her: "I lied to Xu Yanfeng that your hand is injured, no one is pressing my legs for me, please help me."

"That works?" Zhao Lei had a dazed expression.

"Did he believe it?" Zhao Lei wondered.

"He believed it." Xia Xi affirmed.

Zhao Lei swallowed, she increasingly didn't understand this world.

Xia Xi actually managed to deceive the exceptionally intelligent Xu Yanfeng with such a clumsy lie?

Xu Yanfeng walked up close; Xia Xi, with her back to him, frantically winked at Zhao Lei, signaling her not to give it away.

A crack appeared in Zhao Lei's dazed expression, so she now had to go along with Xia Xi's lie and act like her hand was injured—but the question was… how to act an injured hand?

She recalled a TV drama she had watched, raised her arm so that her upper and lower arms formed a ninety-degree angle, her forearm hanging in midair and swaying a few times, then stammered the line: "Sure, sure, I really can't exert any strength, trouble, senior Xu."

"……"

Xia Xi's eyes went black; sister, you've overacted.

Is that an injured hand? That looks like a broken hand.

She felt too embarrassed to look at Xu Yanfeng, afraid he would look at her with the eyes of someone viewing a mentally disabled person.

The teacher was whistling to urge everyone on; Xia Xi's nerves tensed, she didn't have time to think about how fake the act was, she grabbed Xu Yanfeng's sleeve and pleaded pitifully: "Help me, please, please."

"Classmate, are you ready? We're about to time." The teacher looked at Xia Xi and raised the stopwatch in his hand.

Xia Xi hurriedly lay down on the foam mat, tilting her head and staring pleadingly at Xu Yanfeng, truly afraid he would turn and leave at that moment.

Xu Yanfeng didn't leave; he knelt on one knee and helped press her leg.

Good heavens!

Zhao Lei covered her mouth, her face flushed red. The few guys waiting for Xu Yanfeng nearby were shocked, unable to believe what was unfolding before their eyes. The girls in Xia Xi's class also widened their eyes; even the girls lying on the foam mats preparing to do sit-ups all craned their necks to watch the drama, forgetting what occasion this was.

What on earth is going on?

Can someone explain?

Xu Yanfeng and Xia Xi—they… when did this happen!

Xia Xi, who had never known what a flushed face was, felt two blushes bloom on her cheeks under Xu Yanfeng's gaze; before the test even began, her heart was already racing and her brain congested—how could this be okay?

Could Xu Yanfeng please stop looking at her like that? Their current pose is too suggestive, and her mind really starts conjuring up some unhealthy thoughts.

Xia Xi realized she was completely asking for trouble, digging her own grave.

How is she supposed to do sit-ups like this!

She can't do it!

She's going crazy!

Why isn't Xu Yanfeng playing by common sense? Why did he agree to her such rude and absurd request? Who is really crazy—her or him? And why does she feel it's him who's crazy?

To make matters worse, there was someone stirring trouble nearby; Zhao Lei repeated her earlier bragging: "Xi Xi, you just said that if Senior Xu presses your legs, you'll do a hundred in one minute."

Xia Xi saw Xu Yanfeng's brow twitch slightly.

As the whistle blew again, Xia Xi's mind went numb, leaving only one thought: the brag had already been spoken; even if she couldn't finish a hundred, at least her score shouldn't be too ugly.

Her face flushed, she crossed her hands behind her head, tightened her abdomen, and repeated the motion of lying down and sitting up.

A minute sounds short, but doing sit-ups it felt endless; Xia Xi's whole face turned tomato-red, sweat beaded on her face, and her gaze at Xu Yanfeng kept darting away.

The fearless Xia Xi finally gave in.

"Time's up——"

The teacher blew the whistle, stopped the stopwatch, and Xia Xi, gritting her teeth, completed the last one. That last rep was only possible because she grabbed Xu Yanfeng's arm to pull herself up; otherwise she would have collapsed midway.

The Youth League branch secretary cooperated with the teacher, holding a roster and listening to the numbers reported by the classmates helping press legs, recording them one by one.

Xu Yanfeng stood up; Xia Xi, truly out of strength, lay spread-eagle on the foam mat, the ponytail she had tied that morning now a bit loose, stray hairs falling onto her cheeks and neck.

She asked Xu Yanfeng: "How many did I do?"

Xu Yanfeng answered: "Not counting the last one, 42."

Xia Xi was dissatisfied, she clenched her fist and pounded the foam mat beside her, panting as she said: "Why isn't the last one counted?"

The Youth League branch secretary walked over, glanced at Xu Yanfeng, and asked about Xia Xi's score. Xu Yanfeng reported: "43." Following someone's request, that nonstandard last one was also counted for her.

Xia Xi immediately wiped away her dissatisfaction, curved her lips into a sweet smile, pushed herself up from the foam mat with her hands, breathing still a bit hurried but much better than before; she placed her hands behind her back, approached Xu Yanfeng, looked up at him, and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for willing to help press my legs."

"Hmm." Xu Yanfeng's expression was no different from usual, his emotions calm, "One minute, a hundred?"

Xia Xi curled her index finger, rubbed her nose, and changed the subject: "How many did you do in one minute?"

Xu Yanfeng didn't answer; one of the guys waiting beside him chimed in: "One hundred seven!"

Xia Xi raised her eyebrows high, inhaled sharply: "Your waist is that good?"

Xu Yanfeng: "……"

He shouldn't have bothered with her.

Xu Yanfeng left; Xia Xi still had other items to test, so she naturally couldn't keep clinging to him.

Zhao Lei clapped her hands in front of Xia Xi's eyes: "Stop spacing out, he's gone far away."

Xu Yanfeng had indeed walked away, turned at the intersection ahead, and his figure could no longer be seen. Xia Xi reluctantly withdrew her gaze, unaware that the corners of her mouth had been raised until her facial muscles felt a little sore.

She gazed at Zhao Lei, eyes dazed: "You say, does he perhaps like me?"

"I don't know if he likes you a bit, but I know it's your turn to help me stretch my legs next." Zhao Lei lay down on the foam mat, fiercely urging that love‑struck person: "Hurry up!"

Xi Xia crouched down, thinking of that scene just now, and couldn't help laughing again.

She patted her own face, really couldn't laugh anymore, her cheek muscles were sore.

"After the physical test is over, I'll ask him again." Xia Xi murmured.

Zhao Lei's top today was a bit short; worried that her belly would show when she lay back and forth, she tucked the hem into her pants and casually asked: "What do you want to ask?"

Xia Xi's eyes were bright: "I want to ask him if he likes me. If he dares not tell the truth, I'll throw a straight ball."

"What are you going to do? Don't scare me." Zhao Lei opened her mouth as wide as possible, showing she was frightened: "My lady, isn't that straightforward enough? Or do you want to force things?"