After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved-Chapter 320: You Want Me to Fight? Are You Sure?

Not only did the onlookers have no idea what was going on, but even Lu Sheng was clueless about what had just happened.

Anyway, before the countdown ended, Han Jing got up from Lan Yu with a flushed face. As soon as he returned to Lu Sheng’s side, the two of them started arguing.

"Seriously, Han Jing, what the heck was that about!" Lan Yu asked with a baffled and angry expression, "There were still twenty seconds left, why did you suddenly stop and not continue?"

"I..." Han Jing’s face had mostly recovered its color by now, but his earlobes were still red. Seemingly unable to meet Lan Yu’s eyes, he turned his head away and after a while managed to squeeze out, "I’m not feeling well."

"...Not feeling well?" Hearing Han Jing say this, Lan Yu was taken aback, "But didn’t you just do almost thirty in a go, how could you suddenly feel unwell?"

"That’s because you..." Han Jing started to say something but suddenly held back.

"Because of me?" Upon hearing this, Lan Yu couldn’t help but ask righteously, "I was lying there doing nothing beneath you, how could I have made you feel uncomfortable?"

"You... your breathing," Han Jing suddenly took a deep breath, then admitted somewhat resignedly, "We were so close to each other, your breathing affected me, okay!"

What Han Jing said was true.

This couple’s push-up position was truly too intimate.

The girl lies underneath the boy, and the boy uses his hands to prop himself up on the mat, rising and falling above her.

It’s somewhat okay when he rises and the distance increases, but when he goes down, their bodies are almost touching.

Han Jing had never looked at Lan Yu from such a close distance before. Close enough to see her eyelashes clearly, and the reflection of himself in her eyes. Even their breathing became entangled, as his grew increasingly rapid.

The quickened breaths weren’t due to exhaustion from push-ups, but purely because his heartbeat had accelerated.

Being so intimately close to the girl he liked, with each physical touch and each breath that intermingled, Han Jing’s heartbeat uncontrollably sped up.

In the end, he could barely breathe, which left him no choice but to get up straight away.

However, that was just him, alone in his pounding heart and chaotic thoughts.

In Lan Yu’s mind, she evidently just wanted him to persevere and beat the challenge; realizing this, Han Jing felt even more dejected.

Lan Yu had no idea what was "wrong" with Han Jing, but Lu Sheng, standing by, seemed to have understood.

She felt sympathy for Han Jing who had fallen for someone so blunt and oblivious to emotions, as his romantic path seemed to be a long one ahead.

"Alright, alright," Lu Sheng took Lan Yu’s hand, comforting her, "Since you both stopped, let’s not overthink it, and it’s not like Han Jing did it on purpose."

Lan Yu dejectedly glanced at the plush cat far away in the prize area, which was sleeping so cutely that even its sleeping posture was adorable.

"But I’ve lost, and that cat..."

"I will win it back for you," Lu Sheng said.

"Really, Shengsheng?" Lan Yu’s eyes lit up.

"Don’t worry," Lu Sheng pinched her hand, "President Li will try his best for your cat."

As Lu Sheng walked to the push-up mat and was about to lie down, she was pulled back by Li Muchen.

Li Muchen didn’t say a word, but instead first took off his suit jacket. He then bent down and spread the jacket on the mat ahead of himself.

The handsome face of the man was already eye-catching. After removing the suit jacket and left in a dark grey shirt paired with crisply ironed black trousers...

His tall and straight figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, was outlined in full view. Every inch of his smooth yet not overly exaggerated muscles seemed to contain vigorous strength, causing almost all the watching girls to stare unblinkingly.

——So handsome, great physique, so charming!

"The mat is too thin, and the ground is cold," Li Muchen spoke naturally, indicating his habit of protecting the girl.

Seeing his gesture of spreading the jacket and hearing his words only made the girls’ hearts scream even more.

That was just too considerate.

Even though the mat was thin, it was only for lying on the ground for a minute. But even for just a minute, the man didn’t want the girl to catch a chill, even briefly.

Or perhaps it wasn’t just because of the chill—actually, the mat was quite dirty. The man probably just avoided saying it in public out of politeness.

Before them, there had been so many couples, and no guy had ever paid attention to such a detail.

Nor had any guy ever casually spread his jacket over a mat that so many people had lain on or even stepped on without a second thought.

Although the brand of the suit jacket wasn’t visible, its texture alone conveyed quality—it looked like a pure hand-tailored suit.

At first glance, it was obviously expensive, likely costing tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand.

How much must he treasure this girl to treat her like a jewel he wants to shelter at his heart...

So enviable.

Therefore, now it’s Lu Sheng lying down on the mat that Li Muchen had covered with his jacket. As soon as the countdown started, Li Muchen propped his hands on her body.

With so many onlookers, it wasn’t the time to let wandering thoughts take over. But even so, seeing her beloved’s handsome face expand in front of her eyes over and over again made Lu Sheng very happy.

When the countdown of one minute—or rather, the actual fifty-some seconds—ended, Li Muchen completed a total of forty-eight push-ups.

The surrounding spectators couldn’t help but cheer.

After waiting for a whole night, or rather some had been waiting for days, they finally saw a couple advance to the final challenge. It was not easy.

After finishing the push-ups, Li Muchen wasn’t flushed or out of breath, just a slight undulation in his chest, and not a single drop of sweat had fallen.

However, the stall owner was already sweating bullets.

First challenge, ring tossing, ten out of ten; second challenge, draw and guess, ten idioms correct; and now, the third challenge of push-ups—forty-eight in just fifty seconds. Were this young couple a bit too astonishingly good?

When Lu Sheng asked if they could move on to the final challenge.

With so many people watching, the stall owner had no choice but to bite the bullet and push a board over.

Before this, Lan Yu hadn’t read up on the last challenge, and even Lu Sheng was only finding out what it was now.

It was shooting balloons.

On the board that the owner pushed over, ten balloons were secured from top to bottom, with their size decreasing from top to bottom.

The topmost balloon was as big as a watermelon, the second a pumpkin, and the third a grapefruit.

Below that, they were in order: a honeydew melon, pineapple, papaya, dragon fruit in size.

The last three balloons were increasingly small, the third-to-last as big as a pear, the second-to-last an orange, and the last one was only the size of an avocado.

Once the owner settled in place, he began to explain the rules.

"The rules for the final challenge are simple. It’s just about using the gun to shoot from the top balloon downwards. If you hit one, continue to the next. If you miss one, the game ends."

"If you hit the fifth one from the bottom, that’s a humidifier as a consolation prize. Hit the fourth from the bottom, and it’s a power bank as a consolation prize."

"Hit the third from the bottom, and it’s a set of lipsticks; the second from the bottom is a tablet computer. And if you hit the last one, you can take home that plush cat."

As he spoke, the stall owner couldn’t help but glance at Lu Sheng and Li Muchen.

First, he eyed the man’s height and build, then the girl’s stature.

He immediately added, "However, just like the previous challenge, the push-ups were only for guys. This one, with the gun, is only for girls to shoot. Is that okay with you?"

With a twinkle in his eye, Lu Sheng knew his thoughts.

It’s just that he probably thinks shooting is something only guys are good at; not many girls can shoot. It’s hard enough to hit one balloon, let alone five or six.

Having her shoot was because he thought she couldn’t possibly earn a prize.

Upon hearing this, Lan Yu couldn’t help but protest, "No way, uncle. I just asked someone nearby, and they said you didn’t have this rule that only girls have to shoot before."

"How could there not be?" The stall owner uncle was unexpectedly confident, "I set the rules myself, how could I not know? You must have remembered wrong!"

Lan Yu was about to speak again, but Lu Sheng gestured for her to stop. She turned to the stall owner and looked up, asking, "Are you sure you want me to shoot?"