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Chapter 161 - 104. Summer Festival (2)_2

Chapter 161: 104. Summer Festival (2)_2

Facing Kiyono Lin’s confidence, Jiutiao Meijie just sneered and stood with her on the swimming pool’s diving platform.

"Are we competing? Can we join?" Komatsu Misaki excitedly asked.

"Come on up." Jiutiao Meijie obviously viewed these people as Kiyono Lin’s servants.

"Senpai, we’re joining too!" Ichiki Aoi, pulling Mayi Asuka and Hanaoka Asako, stood on the platform.

"Ayane senpai, shall we go too?" Yuzao Haomei asked.

"Don’t miss the chance, everyone just have fun!"

In the end, the judge of the swimming competition featuring six high school girls was Dubian Che.

He sat on the three-meter-high chair where the lifeguard usually sits and loudly said, "Athletes, listen to my command! Three! Two! One! Start!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of the girls’ beautiful bodies diving into the water sounded one after another, the splashing water scattered all around, illuminated by the sun shining brightly.

Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin took the lead.

Apart from the two of them, the rest were clearly amateurs, with doggy paddles, breaststrokes, and various other swimming styles.

Ayane Kumi, Hanaoka Asako, Komatsu Misaki, and Yuzao Haomei, swimming and bumping into each other, rubbed their energetic skins together, and the four of them let out cheerful squabbles.

Ichiki Aoi used an underwater swim, which was quite fast, but her sense of direction was slightly off, heading straight at a thirty-degree angle off course.

Mayi Asuka fell behind, leisurely backstroking and enjoying the pool without taking the competition seriously.

Dubian Che glanced at her chest and face as she surfaced, then turned his gaze to the front runners.

Both were very skilled, their strokes consistent from start to finish, and their pace surprisingly steady.

Kiyono Lin, slightly lacking in stamina, but since the pool wasn’t very wide, she managed to keep up, racing in freestyle stroke neck and neck with Jiutiao Meijie.

The moment their hands touched the finish line, they both immediately raised their heads to look at each other, their timing nearly identical.

"You’re slow."

"Can you get heatstroke from being under water too long, causing delusions?"

"Don’t struggle, Kiyono Lin, you are a whole 0.7 seconds behind me."

"It seems like your illness is quite severe."

In reality, it was impossible to tell who touched the finish line first, but the two, insisting that they had undoubtedly won, sought the judge’s help in their unresolved debate.

"Dubian, tell her, who was faster?"

"Don’t try to lie, I’ll be watching you."

The two beautiful girls were like a piece of artwork just by standing there, but at that moment, Dubian Che had no mood to appreciate art.

He cursed his good vision, cursed his focus on the two girls when there was also quite a nice scene going on behind them!

What he hated the most was Kiyono Lin’s inexplicable lie-detector talent, which even he didn’t possess.

"... Kiyono-san was a tiny bit faster."

Kiyono Lin crossed her arms, her beautiful and serene face showing a complacent expression;

As for Jiutiao Meijie...

"Wait, wait, wait!" As Jiutiao Meijie’s expression was completely overshadowed by clouds and before she erupted, Dubian Che quickly spoke up.

"As the judge, I believe this was not a fair duel." He said it to defuse the life-threatening crisis.

Dubian Che’s brain started to race, desperately recalling any knowledge about swimming.

He did stick to swimming, but knew nothing about the related knowledge...

Wait a minute!

A past interview about Fu Yuanhui suddenly popped into his head, which mentioned... a swimsuit being too tight?

"You say it’s unfair only when you lose; that’s typical of a loser," Kiyono Lin said, looking at Jiutiao Meijie.

Jiutiao Meijie narrowed her eyes, about to retort, but Dubian Che had already organized his thoughts.

"Kiyono-san, your words might apply in most cases, but today is an exception," he said confidently.

"Going to spin some nonsense?"

Dubian Che sneered, "Why do all competitive swimmers have to wear racing swimsuits in official competitions? Haven’t you noticed? No matter the cup size, everyone gets squashed flat as an airport?"

After a brief pause, he announced like he was declaring a new law, "Because body shape influences drag."

"Kiyono-san, your bust size is 78, waist 55, hips 87, while my household’s Meijie has almost the same waist and hips measurements, but a bust size of a full 85!"

"In such a case, your swimming performance only beats my household’s Meijie by less than a second, if you were wearing a racing swimsuit, you would definitely be overtaken!"

"So, this competition wasn’t fair!"

Kiyono Lin crossed her arms, her hand on her chin, "You make some sense, but regardless, I won this time."

"That kind of victory I could do without," Jiutiao Meijie said, her tone rising and falling dramatically, the gloom all but gone.

"If you lose, you look for excuses, and once you have an excuse, you stop caring about winning or losing; in terms of attitude, you have lost already."

"To claim victory under unfair conditions, I’m surprised you dare be so proud; in terms of shamelessness, I’ve also lost."

"Wait, wait." Dubian Che hurriedly interrupted the ’big chest versus small chest’ standoff, "It’s just one swimming competition, why take it so seriously? With your talents, your abilities will definitely skyrocket by the next competition, and a momentary victory can’t truly show who is superior."

Both snorted coldly, seemingly acknowledging his point.

Just then, members of the Wind Instrument Club came looking for Kiyono Lin, bringing the conflict to a brief halt.

Left at the judges’ stand were only Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie.

"Meijie, do you want to rest a bit?"

"Just now..." Jiutiao Meijie reached out, gently helping Dubian Che by moving his wet bangs away from his forehead with a tender touch.