Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 141 Others compete in running, you compete in cross-country with weights?

With the referee's whistle, what began as a fierce race instantly transformed into a grand spectacle of human atavism.

The tire array in front of the starting line is the first hurdle.

Fat Tiger's father, the muscular fitness coach, charged out first. Carrying the severely overweight Fat Tiger on his back, each step he took made the rubber tires on the ground groan and screech, like an angry gorilla rampaging through the jungle.

"Hmph! For tuition! For honor!"

He roared, trying to overwhelm everything with his imposing presence.

However, the obstacle course test for special forces soldiers is never about brute force, but rather about core stability and coordination.

Just as they reached the third row of tires, Fat Tiger excitedly jerked wildly on his back, causing the fitness instructor to lose his balance instantly. A cry of pain rang out as the muscular man tripped and rolled onto the ground, pulling Fat Tiger down with him into the nearby bushes.

Then, the elite father in the bespoke suit wasn't much better off.

He was being extremely careful, as if he were walking through a minefield. But his expensive leather shoes couldn't grip the smooth tire surface at all. His foot slipped, and he ended up stuck between the two tires in an extremely flamboyant "splits" position.

"Ouch—my pants! My haute couture suit pants!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of fabric tearing, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted from the sidelines.

The cries of children, the screams of fathers, and the gasps of onlookers instantly blended into a chaotic mess.

In the midst of this chaotic quagmire, a white figure emerged like a ghost.

Lin Zhou carried Nuonuo on his back, looking as relaxed as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

His steps were light and rhythmic. He lightly touched the edge of the tire with his toes, used the momentum to take off, and like a nimble white crane, he swept across the tire array that made others cry out in despair.

Nuonuo, who was on her back, was holding a cone of ice cream that had been given out during the break.

Despite the vigorous movement, the ice cream scoop remained perfectly still, without spilling a single drop of cream.

"Daddy! Giddy up! Giddy up! We're going to fly over there!"

Nuonuo excitedly waved her little spoon, treating the life-or-death competition like a carousel in an amusement park.

"Hold on tight, guys, takeoff!"

Lin Zhou chuckled softly, then suddenly rose higher into the air.

In front of them was a two-meter-high log bridge.

This is a nightmare for ordinary people, especially when they have to carry a 30-pound child on their backs.

At that moment, the fitness instructor, who had just crawled out of the bushes, also rushed to the bridge. Looking at the narrow log, his calves were cramping, and he tried to climb up using both hands and feet, looking utterly pathetic.

Lin Zhou, on the other hand, was merely taking a simple running start.

rub rub!

Three steps to the bridge.

He walked on the narrow log bridge, barely the width of a foot, as if it were flat ground. To avoid a balloon that seemed to have flown in from nowhere, he even performed a flamboyant side spin and jump in the middle of the bridge.

The parents in the stands all stood up, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"Holy crap! Did they come from a circus troupe?"

"His sense of balance... does he have magnets in his feet?"

"Look at that ice cream in that child's hand! It's still round! It hasn't melted at all!"

Lin Zhou ignored the astonishment around him.

He felt every cell in his body was cheering with joy; the enhanced physical fitness he had been trained to finally find an outlet under this intensity of exercise.

As he passed directly below the stands, he suddenly slowed down.

It's not that I'm tired.

Instead, he saw a pair of familiar eyes.

Su Qingge wore large sunglasses, which covered half of her face, but her hands, gripping the railing tightly, still betrayed her nervousness and...excitement.

Lin Zhou smiled and, under everyone's watchful eyes, freed one hand, placed it to his lips, and then casually blew a kiss towards the stands.

"Wife, watch closely, this is what a real man is like."

He mouthed this sentence silently.

Through her sunglasses, Su Qingge felt her cheeks burning hot as if they were on fire.

"That bastard..."

She bit her lip and muttered a curse under her breath, but her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, racing uncontrollably.

The man in the sunlight, carrying his daughter on his back, sweat dripping down his sharply defined jawline, exuded a confident and charismatic aura that was damnably captivating.

It was even a million times more dazzling than when he was cooking in the kitchen.

"Let's sprint!"

With a low shout from Lin Zhou, the final 100-meter crawling net obstacle became meaningless to him.

Instead of crawling across awkwardly like the others, he carried Nuonuo on his back, stepped directly onto the edge of the net frame, and like a parkour master, leaped across the obstacle course in a few bounds.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Nuannuan's giggles echoed all the way.

When Lin Zhou crossed the finish line, the PE teacher in charge of timing forgot to press the stopwatch.

One minute and twenty-eight seconds.

This score would be a perfect score, even if it were placed in the selection process for new students at a sports school, let alone by kindergarten parents.

Meanwhile, the second-place finisher—that poor fitness coach—had just fallen off the log bridge while carrying Fat Tiger and was struggling in the mud, questioning his existence.

It spun around completely.

This isn't a competition; it's a dimensional attack, a max-level player slaughtering a newbie village.

"Dad! We won!"

Nuonuo rode on Lin Zhou's shoulders, and finally took a big bite out of the surviving ice cream in her hand.

Lin Zhou stood at the finish line, supporting his daughter's leg with one hand. Although his breathing was a little rapid, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

He took the specially made pure gold medal handed to him by the referee, casually hung it around Nuonuo's neck, and then, like a triumphant general, lifted his daughter high in the air.

"How was it, Nuonuo? Wasn't Daddy amazing?"

Nuonuo clutched the gold medal tightly in her hand, her little mouth, smeared with cream, grinned from ear to ear. She then shouted at the top of her lungs to the still-stunned uncles and aunts in the audience:

"My dad is Superman! My dad is the best!"

At that moment, the sunlight shone on the father and daughter, bathing them in a golden halo.

Su Qingge, who was in the stands, took off her sunglasses.

She looked at the spirited man in the center of the arena, her eyes no longer holding the usual aloofness and reserve of a superstar.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, girlish adoration and fluttering of the heart.

She suddenly realized that her husband, who was always busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, seemed to be gradually revealing a sharp edge that was completely unfamiliar to her.

This sharpness, far from being dazzling, actually made her... somewhat addicted.