Over The Top! He Keeps Making the Gold-Digging Alpha Cry - Chapter 97

“My technique is better!”

“Mine is better!”

The two argued back and forth, unable to settle their dispute.

This elementary school style of argument left Xǔ Wǎn Xīng  exasperated, but he was currently squeezed between the two of them, and one leg was still in Jì Róng Yǔ’s  hand, making it impossible to escape.

The natatorium was becoming increasingly crowded, and class time was approaching. Many students noticed the “Burning Winter” scene being staged by the three of them by the wall and couldn’t help but stare with curious and strange eyes.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s scalp tingled. He could already imagine how his reputation would be ruined after this P.E. class.

On one side was the campus heartthrob, and on the other was the e-sports prodigy. Although it was clearly their romance, he was inserted in the middle as a third party.

By the time this was over, the campus bulletin board would likely be filled with rumors about him.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s gaze settled on Jì Róng Yǔ’s face, a surge of regret filling him. Why would Jì Róng Yǔ, such a universally adored campus heartthrob, choose to like the emotionally dense Péi Yù?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Is the unattainable always the best?

Before Xǔ Wǎn Xīng could figure out how to escape, a voice suddenly cut in.

“Whose technique do you think is better?” Péi Yù asked confidently, certain Xǔ Wǎn Xīng would choose him.

“Ah, well…”

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng mentally reminded himself repeatedly that he was in a natatorium for a P.E. class, not a brothel.

The feeling of being hugged on both sides was not pleasant.

Jì Róng Yǔ held Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s calf tightly, his face full of anxiety, clearly begging to be chosen.

Whose massage technique is superior?

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng contemplated for a moment, then looked into Péi Yù’s eyes and stated firmly: “Your technique is good.”

Then he looked at Jì Róng Yǔ: “Yours is not bad either.”

He had to keep the scale balanced.

“Why don’t the two of you massage each other and see who’s better?” Stop tormenting me, the cannon fodder.

Hearing this, the faces of Jì Róng Yǔ and Péi Yù went through a spectrum of colors, looking as if they had swallowed a fly.

“Who would want to massage him?” the two said in unison.

After noticing each other, they instantly turned their heads away in disgust.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng looked at this affectionate scene and smiled with great relief. They were throwing a tantrum.

The class bell rang.

The students lined up according to the teacher’s instructions. Since it was the first class, free grouping was allowed. Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was again flanked by Jì Róng Yǔ on one side and Péi Yù on the other, making him feel like a sandwich cookie.

Many students cast gossipy glances at Xǔ Wǎn Xīng, who silently lowered his head.

He wasn’t the protagonist, so why were they looking at him?

He was already so ordinary, yet he was still attracting attention because of the two prominent figures beside him.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng stared at the ground with a resentful look.

“Alright, let’s stretch. Afterwards, we’ll divide into small groups and have a race. If you perform well, this score can be counted directly toward your final grade. If you don’t know how to swim, you don’t have to swim. After the race, you can find a student who is good at swimming to be your small teacher.”

After the teacher finished speaking, the students cheered. Many students teased their friends, suggesting they should pretend they couldn’t swim to ask Jì Róng Yǔ to be their small teacher.

To be taught swimming by the campus heartthrob, enjoying his beautiful physique while learning skills—what’s not to like?

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng sighed inwardly, seeing Péi Yù looking distracted. Everyone else was thinking about how to get Jì Róng Yǔ to teach them. Didn’t Péi Yù feel any sense of crisis?

Or did he already know Jì Róng Yǔ liked him and was being carelessly emboldened by that favoritism?

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have discovered the truth. No wonder Péi Yù had been so cold to Jì Róng Yǔ recently, even treating him with slight contempt.

He had heard that Péi Yù and Jì Róng Yǔ were childhood friends, yet their relationship had become this strained.

The magic of love is truly bewildering. Xǔ Wǎn Xīng sighed with emotion.

The stretching exercises were the familiar routines from middle and high school P.E., with a few extra leg stretches added.

When stretching his calf, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng pressed down, his face contorting in pain.

This cramp really hurts.

After stretching, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng looked at his calf with a troubled expression.

If his leg cramped again while swimming, not only would his grade be affected, but he might also drown.

Although the teachers were lifeguards, the feeling of choking on water would certainly be unpleasant.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng hesitated, choosing to line up at the very back and swim last. He crouched down, massaging his calf muscles bit by bit.

Jì Róng Yǔ walked over directly to Xǔ Wǎn Xīng and showed him how to massage.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was surprised. “You know how to do this too? And it’s quite professional.”

Jì Róng Yǔ smiled, as if ice and snow were melting, incredibly handsome. “My legs used to cramp easily when I was little, so I learned a bit from the masseur.”

He paused and added: “Let me help you. I know how much force to use. I saw your calf was stiff when you were stretching. It must have cramped again.”

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng didn’t immediately agree. He turned to look for Péi Yù and felt relieved when he found him near the teacher.

There were many people in front of them. Using the crowd as cover, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng sat directly on the ground and offered his leg to Jì Róng Yǔ with complete frankness.

Jì Róng Yǔ held the calf that didn’t belong to him and pressed the cramping muscle, his body muscles tensing up unnaturally.

Feeling the moderately strong massage on his calf, Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was full of praise.

Who wouldn’t love this kind of skill?

Only Péi Yù, who must be blind, would neglect such a beauty as Jì Róng Yǔ and cause all this trouble.

If they really got together, Jì Róng Yǔ would be the one losing out.

After massaging for a while, a scream suddenly erupted from the front. Xǔ Wǎn Xīng turned his head to look. A large section of the area ahead was empty, and almost everyone was gathered at the edge of the pool.

“What happened?” Xǔ Wǎn Xīng was curious. Just then, Jì Róng Yǔ finished the massage.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng thanked him and walked with Jì Róng Yǔ to the poolside to see what was going on.

In the pool, a long, lean, tanned figure swam rapidly like a merman.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the finish line. Péi Yù took off his goggles and turned to look at the starting point.

Finding his roommate in the crowd, he smiled toward him.

The passion in his heart had nowhere to vent and desperately needed an outlet. Even though he had lost the person he most wanted to share it with, a mysterious impulse now drove him to look at Xǔ Wǎn Xīng.

Péi Yù’s smile was wild and unrestrained, yet it revealed a youthful, spirited charm, his eyes intensely bright.

While he was turning his head, the few competitors still in the pool, who hadn’t reached the finish line, were still huffing and puffing.

A sudden burst of loud cheers erupted from the crowd, and a few bolder Omegas, their faces flushed, shouted “I love you” at Péi Yù.

Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s eardrums hurt. He looked at the agitated Omegas with a wry smile.

Youth is wonderful; even love is so dramatic.

Jì Róng Yǔ’s face was gloomy. He followed Xǔ Wǎn Xīng’s gaze to the Omegas.

They were truly restless.

The teacher wrote down the time on the board and laughed, scolding Péi Yù for his showmanship:

“Get out of the water. How long have you been soaking? You just said you wanted to race later. See? The sooner you swim, the sooner you finish. This is much better, and you have so many little admirers watching you.”