461: Chapter 450: If You Lose, Call Me Daddy 461: Chapter 450: If You Lose, Call Me Daddy “You…
you’ve got the guts to compete in the intramural athletics meet, huh?
I specifically signed up for the 3000 meters.
If you’re a real man, follow suit and let’s see who’s more formidable on the track.” The man, after thinking for a long while, could only come up with a tactic that was to his advantage.
He had been training in track and field since he was young.
Although he couldn’t make a name for himself at the provincial level, hardly a few at Sunnan University could surpass him in the 3000 meters.
“Crazy fool, why should I follow your lead?” Song Yun said disdainfully.
“Humph, scared already, are you?
I guess all that bravado was just an act,” the man taunted sarcastically from the side.
“If you’re too chicken to participate, just say so, what a joke.”
“Fine, I’ll take you on in the 3000 meters, but the loser has to kneel down on the track and call the other ‘daddy’ three times.
Do you dare to bet on that?”
“This…” The man was momentarily at a loss when he heard the stakes of the bet, but he quickly regained his composure, raised his head high, and boldly declared, “Why would I be scared?
Then it’s settled.
Whoever loses will kneel down on the track and call the other ‘daddy’ three times.”
“Alright, if that’s the case, you have anything else to say?” Song Yun asked, hands crossed over his chest, looking at the other with an air of superiority.
“That’s all.
Remember what you said today.
I will be sure to deal you a heavy blow on that day,” the man said before turning around and walking away.
“Damn it, when it’s not your day, everyone thinks they can mess with you,” Song Yun muttered casually as he sat down on the bench.
“But that guy’s underestimating me; he’s definitely going to lose on the track.
Hey, class leader, sign me up for the 3000 meters.”
The class leader had been hesitating about the merits of the 3000 meters, but given that Song Yun had just agreed to it, he immediately filled in Song Yun’s name on the registration form.
“Song Yun, you didn’t really do something to Susan, did you?” Li Yueyue leaned over and asked, propping her upper body up with her hands curiously.
“Susan has been put on ice by the headquarters for a while.
They plan to let her sort out her state before challenging for higher-level powers, so during this period, aside from Zhao Yan, even I don’t know where Susan is,” Song Yun replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“Enough about that; our next class is PE, so let’s head down now,” Liu Ran suggested from the side.
“PE class?
Yu Xue is here, is it okay to take her along?”
“No worries, this is university, after all.
Having one more or one less person during class doesn’t make a difference,” Li Yueyue said with a sly smile.
“Besides, there are so many people in our class that one extra person won’t be a big deal.”
Nodding his head, Song Yun followed the three women to the sports field.
For the male students, PE class was a real treat.
Not to mention push-ups, just watching the vibrant young ladies in college bouncing up and down while skipping rope was a pleasure in itself.
And maybe, just maybe, if some girls’ bras weren’t tight enough, all that bouncing could lead to mishaps and bras could quite literally pop out.
Though it was a small chance, it was always better than zero.
When they arrived at PE class, the sports teacher—a man in his forties—looked around and saw a sizable number of students had come for his class.
He was elated.
With a grand wave of his hand, he decided to have the boys play basketball and the girls jump rope.
So, Song Yun, with his arms crossed, sat on the resting steps, watching Li Yueyue and the others jump energetically, his imagination running wild.
“Song Yun, I’m not bad at skipping, right?” Li Yueyue had no idea of Song Yun’s ulterior motives—or perhaps she did but didn’t bother to acknowledge them—and just casually asked.
“Yeah, not bad, but you can skip faster.
Keep the height of each jump lower so it reduces the time it takes for you to land.
That way, over the same period, you can jump more times,” Song Yun watched Li Yueyue’s chest still trembling after she stopped and seriously suggested, “Look at that girl next to you, that’s how she’s doing it.”
“So tiring, I had no idea skipping rope could be so demanding,” Li Yueyue tossed the rope onto the ground and said, “Song Yun, how about we have a competition?”
“What kind of competition?
If there’s nothing in it for me, I’m not interested,” Song Yun replied with a mischievous smile.
“If you win, you can ask for anything you want, but if you lose, you have to agree to a request from me.”
“Okay, since that’s the case, I’ll reluctantly agree,” Song Yun calmed the excitement in his heart and said casually.
“But you should know, I’ll be using all my strength.
Don’t think you can deal with me by just being a pretty face.”
“Alright, let’s get started.”
Song Yun took the jump rope from Liu Ran’s hand, gave it a couple of test swings and felt it was good enough.
Skipping rope was a full-body workout and had been listed as a training exercise back at Hunter Academy, though it was more demanding—like skipping two hundred times in a minute, and if you were a few skips short when time was up, you’d have to do a hundred push-ups for each miss.
“Look, Song Yun’s going to skip rope too,” a female classmate exclaimed to her close friend in surprise.
“Yeah, just wondering how well he’ll do.”
With a cool flip of his hair, Song Yun expertly adjusted the length of the rope, the smirked toward Li Yueyue and suggested, “Let’s go with half a minute.”
“Alright, sounds good,” Li Yueyue agreed, tightening her grip on the rope.
“So, let’s start now.” Once Song Yun said this, he gently moved his arms, wielding the rope, and began to jump.
At first, Song Yun jumped high and slow, but gradually he decreased the height of his jumps to just a few centimeters off the ground, and his pace became extremely fast.
The sound of the rope slapping against the air echoed with rapid pops, and the speed of his wrist rotation increased.
Back at Hunter Academy, Song Yun had been the jump rope king of his cohort, breaking Guinness World Records with ease.
However, now he was competing with Li Yueyue, and it was only fair to go easy on the girl.
In the midst of the enthusiastic jumping, Song Yun glanced over at his opponent and was surprised to find the girl jumping at a not so slow speed.
Damn, it seemed he had been played by this lass.
Just moments ago, she had seemed like a gentle breeze could knock her over, and he thought her stamina wouldn’t hold up, but it appeared she had been waiting for him here all along.
“Half a minute’s up, both of you stop!” Song Yuxue, looking at the timer on her phone, called out.
Song Yun gradually slowed down, then exhaled deeply.
He hadn’t been working out much lately, and it was starting to show that his fitness levels were not what they used to be.
Compared to Song Yun, Li Yueyue was flushed, sitting on the ground gasping for breath.
“I can’t take it anymore; I really went all out this time.”