louisehourcade Chapter 383 "I'll Do It!"
Chapter 383 "I'll Do It!"
Xia Ning's eyes flickered slightly: "Not a bad suggestion. Then... let's do push-ups. Whoever does the most gets the prize."
Several chosen ones who considered themselves physically fit instantly perked up, rolled up their sleeves, and were eager to try.
Evelyn and Wasim exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on their lips simultaneously.
Do push-ups?
For Lin Feng, this was like receiving a pillow when he was sleepy—he couldn't have asked for more.
Xia Ning took in the expressions of the others, her face remaining calm, but her gaze unconsciously swept over Lin Feng.
"Alright, let's begin."
For some reason, I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's push-up ability.
The five people, including Lin Feng, bent down and braced themselves on the ground, ready to go.
Those who knew they were not physically fit enough withdrew from the competition.
"Ready~" Xia Ning was about to give the order when Lin Feng suddenly spoke up: "Wait."
Xia Ning was slightly taken aback: "?"
Lin Feng lay prone on the ground, his tone calm:
"Doing push-ups like this is too easy. Why not have someone sit on each person's back?"
A blond young man who was bent over and supporting himself on the ground immediately began to complain:
"Just do push-ups, why all the fancy stuff!"
Xia Ning raised an eyebrow with interest: "I think this is a great suggestion."
She looked at the crowd: "Two girls are coming up."
Evelyn and Sandan from the Azure Wolf Kingdom stepped forward in response.
Evelyn was about to sit on Lin Feng's back when Xia Ning stopped her, saying, "I'll do it!"
Evelyn smiled knowingly and then sat on the back of the blond youth.
Wu Yunshandan and the two black-clad stewards each chose one person and sat steadily on their backs.
Xia Ning glanced down at Lin Feng, paused for a moment, and then bent down to sit sideways.
She stood ramrod straight, her hands clasped on her knees, still maintaining that aloof and unapproachable demeanor.
She herself didn't realize that her ears had quietly turned a light red.
Lin Feng's back muscles were firm and hot, and his masculine aura emanated from the thin fabric, making it feel like sitting on a natural hand warmer.
It's not just warm, but also gives you an indescribable sense of security, as if you could lie on this body and not be afraid of anything, even if the sky were to fall.
Xia Ning's throat tightened slightly, and she subconsciously coughed lightly: "Push-ups, begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, all five of them bent their arms and sank down.
With someone on your back, the difficulty level suddenly increases.
The blond youth had only done three when his arms began to tremble, veins bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to do the seventh before collapsing to the ground with a "thud," unable to get up again.
Evelyn gracefully rose from his back, a playful smile curving her lips: "You're not good enough either!"
The other three weren't much better off—
One of them collapsed after five attempts, exhausted. The other two barely managed to hold on for about ten, their movements severely distorted. Finally, they both lay prostrate on the ground, panting heavily.
Only Lin Feng remained as steady as Mount Tai throughout.
His movements were precise and fluid, with no hesitation in the rise and fall of his arms, as if the person sitting on his back was not Xia Ning, but a light, floating feather.
In the blink of an eye, thirty push-ups were completed.
Xia Ning, sitting on his back, had long lost her initial aloofness and composure.
Her previously straight back tensed slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes widened, filled with disbelief and astonishment.
She never expected that this human's strength would be so astonishing. Even with her weight, he could still move so easily and smoothly, without showing the slightest sign of strain.
That waist strength...
A strange image suddenly flashed through my mind.
Her entire face flushed instantly, the blush spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her neck, and even her breathing became a little unsteady.
Upon seeing this, the two black-clad stewards quickly whispered a reminder: "Master Guide, Lin Feng has already done 50."
Xia Ning then realized what was happening and hurriedly got off Lin Feng's back.
Although the movements were swift, there was an inexplicable sense of reluctance.
After straightening up, she quickly tidied her posture and resumed her aloof demeanor.
The blush on her face probably won't go away anytime soon.
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Studio:
"Hahaha, help! Sister Ning's face is so red it's almost bleeding, did she get burned by Lin Feng's muscles?"
"Got it, got it. He appears aloof and aloof as a guide, but secretly he's absorbing Lin Feng's yang energy."
What does "I'll sit here" mean? Translate it as: This man is mine to sit here!
"This isn't a push-up contest, it's clearly Xia Ning testing out her mount."
"I can't laugh anymore! Even the black-clad butler noticed Xia Ning was daydreaming, and he didn't dare raise his voice when reminding her. It's so relatable!"
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The system notification tone sounds at the appropriate time:
[Ding—Xia Ning's favorability towards the host +8]
Current favorability rating: 46/100
Xia Ning cleared her throat and scanned the entire room:
"Lin Feng wins this push-up contest. Sister Silent, number 06, will be assigned to Lin Feng's group."
Everyone sighed and lamented, yet they had no choice but to concede.
After all, Lin Feng completely crushed his opponent with his strength, and no one could find fault with him.
"Next," Xia Ning said calmly, "to avoid competition, we will switch to a lottery system."
A black-clad steward stepped forward and presented an antique-looking box for drawing lots.
The first to step forward was the group that the old woman belonged to.
The team leader cautiously reached into the cardboard box, pulled out a yellowed contract, and flipped it over to look—
【Number 02: The Weeping Child】
The three members of the group immediately looked dejected, and one of the young men even couldn't help but groan.
The old woman remained calm, adjusted her glasses, and smiled gently.
"Don't worry, I've been a primary school teacher my whole life, so I have a lot of experience in caring for children."
The three were taken aback at first, then hope rekindled in their eyes, and they all crowded around—
"Really? That's great!"
"Having an experienced player on the team is like having a treasure!"
"Grandma, we're counting on you!"
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Studio:
"Tsk, that's human nature! Just a moment ago they were complaining about her being a burden, and now they're calling her 'Grandma'."
"His attitude changes faster than turning the pages of a book."
"That's how the world of ghost stories is; being young and strong doesn't necessarily give you an advantage—except, of course, for Brother Feng."
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Dave's group followed closely behind.
He rubbed his hands together, stepped forward, pulled it out, and flipped it over—
【Number 019: Slit-Mouthed Woman】
[Type of Karmic Obstacle: The Suffering of Jealousy and Pride]
[Description of Karmic Obstacles:]
[He was exceptionally beautiful in life, but out of jealousy, he disfigured others; after death, his mouth was split open to his ears.]
[During each pilgrimage, the question "Am I beautiful?" is always asked. The guide must answer within three breaths, looking directly into her eyes, without trembling in his voice, and without backing away.]
Dave's lips twitched, and he swallowed hard.
Park Ji-won took a deep breath and encouraged herself first:
"This one is alright. The Slit-Mouthed Woman is actually very beautiful; it's just that her style is a bit avant-garde."
"Yes, yes, yes," Sergei quickly chimed in, "With looks like that, I'd be happy to be her wife, let alone just a friend!"
The next group was the group of Amirka, a monk from the Kingdom of Nipah.
Amirka reached into the box, took out a contract, and slowly unfolded it—
【Number: 03 Iron Chain Prisoner】
The group members were taken aback at first, then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Amirka.
Questions like "right and wrong" and "good and evil" are practically a given for a monk who has practiced for many years.
Amirka clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and murmured, "Sado."