Chapter Sixty-Three Have You Never Heard My Story?

Pfft.

As soon as Wu Bin uttered those words, He Bingbing couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Her laughter quickly caught Ding Xin's attention.

With just a single glance, he was deeply captivated by He Bingbing's stunning beauty.

Graceful, gentle, and drop-dead gorgeous!
Curvaceous, well-proportioned, and with an amazing figure!

Ding Xin's heart skipped a beat.

He silently designated He Bingbing as his secondary target to conquer.

Being men themselves, Wu Bin and his three friends understood the look in Ding Xin's eyes instantly.

"Sister Bingbing, you've just been marked by that returnee."

"Marked?" He Bingbing asked with a puzzled look.

"You can think of it as being targeted by a dog. Based on canine habits, he's probably going to come over, lift a leg, and pee to claim his territory."

True to form, the next second saw Ding Xin walking right over.

Sporting what he thought was a charming smile, he took the initiative to greet He Bingbing.

"Hello there, beautiful lady. May I ask your name?"

Finding Ding Xin somewhat greasy and repulsive, He Bingbing instinctively retreated behind Wu Bin.

Wu Bin was completely dumbfounded.

Hey now, big sister, he marked you, not me!

I do not want to get sprayed in the face by him!

Sure enough, seeing Wu Bin pushed forward by He Bingbing, the smile on Ding Xin's face instantly vanished, replaced by a gaze full of hostility toward Wu Bin.

Damn it, are you really part-dog or what?

Flipping your face faster than turning a book?

"Which class are you guys from? Who is your counselor, and who gave you permission to enter?"

As a teacher for the university's swimming team, Ding Xin naturally had access to the schedules and usage charts of all the natatoriums.

Thus, at a single glance, he could tell that Wu Bin and the other three had sneaked in.

Originally, Wu Bin had no desire to pick a fight with Ding Xin and intended to speak with him civilly.

Who would have expected the other party to be so aggressive and overbearing.

Wu Bin's temper flared up as well.

He replied indifferently, "What business is it of yours which class we're from?"

"We are students of the Agricultural University, and we just want to swim in the pool. Do we really need your permission for that?"

Seeing Wu Bin actually dare to talk back to a teacher, the viewers in the live stream chat shouted that Brother Wu was an absolute legend!

Ding Xin sneered.

"I am a teacher on the university swimming team. This pool is currently requisitioned for our training session. Get out immediately."

Wu Bin decided to lock horns with Ding Xin all the way.

"We just like hanging out right here, and we're not going anywhere."

Seeing Ding Xin's initial impulse to resort to physical force, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a camera recording not far away.

Ding Xin's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that these guys were shooting some sort of live broadcast program?

If that were the case, wouldn't using his status as a teacher to overpower Wu Bin, or resorting to direct violence, make him look utterly incompetent and petty?

With this thought, Ding Xin altered his strategy.

He smiled at Wu Bin and said, "Young man, it's great to have a passion for swimming, but using swimming as an excuse to pull off sleazy stunts is completely unacceptable."

"How about this? We are all men, so let's settle this like men."

"If you win, I'll take my team and leave."

"But if I win, the lot of you get out of here. Do you dare to take the bet?"

Wu Bin didn't agree immediately; instead, he asked, "What's the wager?"

Ding Xin said confidently, "Since we are in a swimming pool, naturally we should compete in something related to swimming."

"Racing to see who swims faster would be bullying you too much. Let's do this: breath-holding."

"You and I will submerge our heads in the water at the same time to hold our breath. Whoever can't hold on and comes up first loses; we'll stop the timer and record the score."

"As long as your breath-holding time can exceed half of mine, I'll count it as your win."

Hearing this, Wu Bin froze in place.

Did I hear that right?

Someone actually wants to challenge me to a breath-holding contest?

Song Bing and the other two looked utterly terrified, hastily waving their hands at Ding Xin.

"Don't do it, Coach Ding! Please don't act on impulse!"

"That's right, Coach Ding! Doing this is going to cause a disaster!"

Seeing the three of them in such a panic, Ding Xin simply assumed they were terrified.

"Don't worry, I am a professional swimming coach. With me here, nothing is going to go wrong."

"If you're scared, you can just admit defeat right now and leave the swimming pool."

Song Bing and his friends looked at Ding Xin as if he were a complete idiot.

We're scared?

We're scared that you won't be able to afford the compensation!

Wu Bin still wanted to give Ding Xin one last chance and asked, "Haven't you heard of my legend? Do you not watch live streams normally?"

Ding Xin put on what he thought was a dashing expression and said, "I'm sorry, I never watch domestic live streams. All the apps on my phone are foreign, and I only look at foreign live streams and news."

Oh.

Wu Bin nodded.

A foreign worshipper, are we?

Well, nothing can be done then. You brought this death upon yourself.

"Fine then. Since you insist so strongly, I'll take your bet."

Seeing Wu Bin accept his wager, Ding Xin was extremely pleased.

He called over his proudest student to act as the referee, primarily to make a scene and let Zeng Jing know that they were placing a wager over here.

Sure enough, driven by curiosity, Zeng Jing and a group of girls from the foreign language class all crowded around.

By this time, Wu Bin and Ding Xin were already standing in the pool, maintaining a distance of three meters from each other, putting on their swim goggles and preparing to hold their breath.

Song Bing and the others kept trying to dissuade him from the sidelines.

"Dad Wu, take the high road and don't stoop to his level, okay? He's just a blockhead, why do you have to pick a fight with him?"

"Yeah, Brother Wu! If you end up giving yourself a heart attack over this, what are we going to do?"

Wu Bin ignored their advice completely.

Today, young master here is going to lock horns with him to the bitter end!

So what if you've participated in the Olympics? Look at the way you're strutting around.

If you've got the guts, beat my breath-holding record today!

"All right, stop trying to talk me out of it. Old Song, go grab a large stone and bring it over. I'm going to hold onto it."

"Weighing myself down with a stone will save some stamina. Details determine success or failure!"

Seeing that Wu Bin had made up his mind to compete with Ding Xin, Song Bing had no other choice. He waddled over to the landscaping platform, hauled a massive cobblestone, and handed it to Wu Bin.

Wu Bin took a piece of rope, tied it securely around the boulder, and then bound the boulder to his own body.

Now, all he had to do was squat down; the weight of the stone combined with his own body weight would completely counteract the buoyancy.

This way, he could simply concentrate on holding his breath underwater without worrying about floating back up to the surface.

Seeing Wu Bin actually hugging a stone, Ding Xin sneered contemptuously.

This kid looks like he has a tiny bit of cleverness, but not much.

Holding a heavy object underwater can indeed save a little stamina, but so what?

He was a professional diving athlete; even if he spotted Wu Bin a three-minute head start, he would still be confident of securing ultimate victory!

"Are you ready?"

The male student acting as the referee held a stopwatch and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Start!"

Wu Bin, whose energy was fully charged, plunged into the water, and the system's notification chimed in his mind.

[Storm Inhalation skill activated.]

[Current lung capacity increased by ten thousand times.]

Submerging to the bottom of the pool while clutching the stone, Wu Bin felt not a single trace of panic.

I currently possess a lung capacity ten thousand times that of a normal human.

I could stay down here until tomorrow night and go eat hot pot afterward. Can you do that?

A professional diving athlete?

In front of the system, you're nothing more than a joke.

Wu Bin sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool, peering through his swim goggles at Ding Xin with a look of profound amusement.