The CEO was on the three hundred meter track, while Wu Hui was still on the two hundred meter track? How is this possible? Wu Hui is the youth group four hundred meter swimming champion of Nanying Province! Ye Xian incredulously raised her head and saw the electronic display screen above the swimming venue clearly showing: Bo Tingshen was eighteen meters ahead of Wu Hui, leading him. Across from her, Shangguan Yunli, seeing her thunderstruck expression, couldn't help but clutch his fist to his mouth and let out a laugh. You little rascal, try to compete with me, and I'll teach you what a brutal reality check feels like. Ye Xian looked again towards the two people swimming swiftly in the pool. Wu Hui, deserving his title as provincial swimming team champion, had an excellent swimming form. His dog paddle style was fierce; his arms and legs were using full strength, every part of his body displaying a fighting spirit and momentum to win the first place. However, in contrast, Bo Tingshen was like a flood dragon diving into the water. His slender, fit limbs and clearly defined muscles seemed to merge with the water, radiating a strong sense of masculine beauty in rhythmically paced movements that appeared relaxed yet fast astonishingly; it seemed as if in a blink, he could disappear from sight. This...is called poor skills? To swim , you need someone to save you if you fall into the water? This gotta be a merman, right? Ye Xian felt deeply deceived. As time ticked away, the race quickly moved into its middle stage, and the people watching on the shores got excited, shaking their hands and shouting, "Go, President Bo!" "CEO, keep going! Leave him behind!" "CEO, keep going!" Among the crowd, mixed with Ye Xian's shouts, "CEO, you're leaking oil! CEO, you're leaking oil!" "CEO, swim slowly, watch out for cramps!" "Wu Hui, rush! Rush!" "Forge ahead, fearless youth!" Wu Hui, after all, was a provincial swimming champion. He couldn't possibly be so far behind an ordinary person. Slow first, then fast! Yes, slow first, then fast must be his strategy. He'll sprint soon! Clutching at this sliver of faint hope, Ye Xian stared fixedly at Wu Hui, only to find...his speed was getting slower, whereas Bo Tingshen seemed to be inspired by the cheers from the shore, his speed suddenly soared, transforming from a leisurely, casual flood dragon into a lightning bolt plunging into the deep sea, making the whole audience utter sounds of admiration. The outcome was obvious, Bo Tingshen touched the wall first, and the electronic display screen flashed a bright 'WIN' Cheers and applause filled the entire swimming venue at once; the man leaped out of the water, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, splashing up a beautiful high spout of water. Glistening droplets flowed from his drenched black hair across his clear, sharp face, along his collarbone to his well-defined abs, finally disappearing into the attractive mermaid lines. He removed his goggles, his features further highlighted clean sharp by the splashing water, exceedingly handsome as he looked up, his gaze firmly captured the stunned youth in the crowd, a barely perceptible smile curving at the corner of his eyes. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs noⅴelfire.net From that slight curve, Ye Xian read a trace of casual showing off, along with a hint of unnameable expectation, as if...waiting for her to praise him. But all she wanted to do was cry! How could this happen? The provincial swimming team champion actually lost to the CEO? Millions bet gone in a flash, not to mention she herself had thrown in a million—which was a bad move. What was this all about?