The little girl started setting up the flag once more.
"I am a reborn mature man, how can I not be able to outsmart you?"
Julian's corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "Are you really not mad anymore?"
Sophie replied confidently, "Of course not."
Julian spread his hands. "That's great, but you still have to keep your previous promise. Get down and do it."
Sophie's pretty face was stubborn. "What's wrong with just 30 push-ups? Julian, I want you to know that I, Sophie, never break a promise. I'll do them now. After this, we're even."
Julian remained expressionless. "I'll talk after you finish."
Sophie took a deep breath and elegantly laid down on the floor.
As the head of the school drama club, her movements were indeed quite classic.
Julian announced, "Let's start."
Sophie's entire body was tense, and she pushed herself up with her arms, which were quite strong.
After barely completing eight, her pretty face was flushed, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.
The straps of her pajamas slipped off her smooth, ice-like shoulders, revealing a small, half-covered area from her push-up bra.
Julian quickly averted his gaze.
I couldn't help but catch a glimpse, though.
Sure enough, she had something there. It seems that Sophie is indeed secretly working on herself.
But to whom is she showing off at night?
Could it be for me?
As she reached the ninth push-up, she couldn't support herself anymore and collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. "There are still 21 left. I'll do them after a bit."
Julian frowned. "That won't do. Besides, what you just did doesn't count."
Sophie, lying on the ground, raised her head and glared at Julian with her light blue eyes. "What? It doesn't count? Why not?"
Julian took on the demeanor of a strict teacher. "Your butt is too high, and your supporting movements are incorrect. Your body isn't straightening up at all."
"You!" A storm of anger appeared on Sophie's flushed face. "Julian, are you a devil? I'm not an athlete, okay? And why do you have to be so strict?"
Julian replied solemnly, "It's for your own good. Proper form promotes blood circulation in your chest. You wouldn't want to stay flat-chested forever, would you?"
"Julian!" Sophie jumped to her feet angrily and stomped her feet. "It's none of your business that I have small breasts! I'm not your girlfriend!"
Julian held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, I knew you couldn't do it."
"I can! Watch closely!"
Sophie clenched her teeth, lay down again, and corrected her posture.
This one was indeed better than the previous ones.
Julian still shook his head and pointed out, "No, it's still not standard. You need to lower your waist and relax your shoulders. That one doesn't count either."
"You!" Sophie was on the verge of exploding with anger!
But she took a deep breath, suppressed her rage, and regained her calm. "Oh, I see. I can't be mad at you. If it's not standard, then it's not. I'll take a break and try again."
What the hell? This isn't right!
What happened to you today, Sophie?
Are you really not upset?
If this continues, not only will I lose the perfect bubble talent point, but I won't even get the incomplete bubbles for free!
Julian stared at Sophie with a dejected look.
Sophie gracefully sat down at Julian's desk to rest.
The table was a bit untidy, and it was laden with Asian convenience food that Julian had bought earlier today. Julian was preoccupied searching for football shoes, so he didn't have the opportunity to clean it up.
Sophie glanced at the Asian script on the packaging and inquired nonchalantly, "What are these things?"
Julian responded, "It's all food—Sophie, don't bother with it. Just keep doing your push-ups."
Sophie took her time, "Why the rush? It's a big deal that we won't be sleeping tonight."
Julian grew anxious, "Sophie, don't be like this..."
Sophie's attractive face was filled with smugness as she picked up a note from the shopping bag, "What's this?"
Julian said casually, "It's nothing, just a phone number."
Sophie examined the elegant handwriting and the heart drawn next to the phone number, and her pretty face turned icy: "...and which bar did you meet this girl?"
Julian replied, "I didn't go to a bar. It's just the number of a shopping guide lady."
Sophie's voice grew chillier, "Miss Shopping Guide? Why did the shopping guide give you her number? Did you flirt with her while you were buying stuff?"
Julian sighed, "She kept pushing up her F-cup breasts at me, but I didn't mean anything by it."
Sophie's entire face was now shrouded in a storm:
I'm not mad, I'm not mad...
I'm a little beauty...
F chest...
If I was mad, I'd call you by your last name...
F chest...
They don't believe they didn't flirt...
F chest...
He told me this on purpose!
Sophie slapped the table in anger and yelled, "Julian! You're such a pervert!"
Julian quickly stepped forward and placed his hand over Sophie's mouth. "The sound insulation isn't good here; keep it down," he whispered.
"Feeling 100 negative emotion points from Sophie Turner, system bubbles are being generated..."
Julian looked around, surprised. "What the fuck is happening?"
Sophie glared at him, a hint of jealousy in her eyes. Julian took a deep breath to calm himself. "Sophie, are you... jealous?"
Under her feet, a large red bubble appeared. It was the perfect size for a second burst worth 100 negative emotion points. Julian thought to himself, "Sophie, you have no idea how much I appreciate you."
Julian tried his best to contain his excitement. He stepped closer and touched the bubble with his toes—only to miss it the first time.
The chair wobbled uncontrollably beneath them. Julian gathered more strength and held Sophie down firmly.
"Get this talent point first!" Julian thought, "After that, I'll find a way to make up to this little girl."
The bright red bubbles burst magnificently under his touch, turning into a brilliant beam of light that seeped into his body.
"The host has collected a talent point from the perfect bubble, and the collection progress for today is 1/10," the system announced.
Julian took a contented breath.
"Let me go!" Sophie demanded, blushing profusely as she struggled in Julian's embrace—
Suddenly, Sophie's body went rigid.