"Alright! I'll be timing your scores! Keep in mind, if your score is low enough, you'll have to retake P.E. next year!" The P.E. teacher said, Mr. Simmons, a middle-aged man with a bit too much muscle for a simple job.
They were out on the track, which was a trail of chalky dirt carved from the luscious, green fields of the school that neighbored the baseball field, which was currently being used for another class.
A collective groan left the mouths of the sophomores, though Noah was excited at the opportunity as he had his eyes on the true prize of this class, another girl on his 'checklist' for his harem: "Freja Limeon."
She was a 'foreign beauty' all things considered, as she was originally born in Denmark, having long, illustrious gold hair and emerald eyes, though she was known for her athleticism just as much as her beauty.
The girls were first to do their physical circuit of laps, which allowed him to sit back and enjoy the show.
Miguel whistled, playfully elbowing Noah, "Look at her go! That girl is a work of art," the basketball player said, speaking of Freja.
"Yeah, she is," he said, only half paying attention.
It'd be simple to forge his harem through the use of hypnosis, but he felt that was a boring way to go about it. It was much more fun and satisfying for him to treat this almost as a 'dating simulator', having to choose his options and watch the result of them.
'Freja has the top grades among sophomores, is athletic in all fields, and objectively has the beauty of an angel. If I'm going to have a harem of my own, she's a must,' he thought.
Still, it was hardly difficult with his charisma and physical attractiveness stats.
"Freja! Time: five minutes and forty-five seconds!" Mr. Simmons said.
To the surprise of nobody, the Danish girl was the first to finish as a light layer of sweat dripped from her body onto her white P.E. uniform, causing the shirt to grip to her torso as her more-than-respectable bust was accentuated.
"Five minutes…? That's not far from the Women's Record, isn't it?" Macy, one of the least athletic girls noted, huffing as she caught her breath.
"Freja is almost too perfect—if she wasn't so nice, it'd be annoying," Robin, a tan-skinned tomboy remarked.
This was only fuel to the fire for Noah, who was still a teenager at heart despite the changes he'd undergone.
As Freja passed by with the girls finishing their portion, it was time for the boys to line up as Noah shot the somewhat tall girl, who was just a half-head shorter than himself, a smile.
"How about a little bet?," he asked her, "If I finish first, and beat your time, I think your number is a fair enough prize."
"Big talk, but…I'll bite, tough guy," Freja replied playfully, "But what's in it for me if I win this bet?"
"A free dinner date, wherever you want," he winked.
"Cheeky, but I'll take it," Freja agreed.
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He shook his limbs a bit to warm up, though it was only for show as it was entirely unnecessary as his blood was already running warm through his veins. When it came to impressing a girl, the archaic instincts of a male kicked into overdrive.
"No hard feelings, right?" Miguel said, lining up beside him.
"'Course not," Noah held a competitive smile.
It was clear that Miguel had the same goal as him, that was, impressing the green-eyed beauty that every male from freshman to senior seemed to have a crush on.
As he looked around, he saw his fellow classmates also glancing over at Freja nervously, gulping and readying themselves as the simple P.E. circuit felt a lot more intense than it should be.
'Sorry, fellas. Today isn't your day,' he thought.
Above all else though, Noah had utmost confidence as he gave a wink to Freja, which was practically an 'ultimate attack', considering his [Physical Attractiveness] stat. Despite that, Freja was a prideful one for sure, and definitely the hardest girl so far he felt to conqueror as she only shot him a playful look as if saying 'Try not to break a leg.'
At the start of the track, a single lap around was a quarter-mile, and they were set to do four laps to make a mile total, then do fifty push-ups, followed by fifty sit-ups.
"Alright! Ready, set…go!" Mr. Simmons called out.
Just as the signal was given, he burst forward like a spring, kicking up a cloud of dust that left some of his co-competitors coughing and blinded, though it didn't matter as he took an easy lead with agility that sat on the threshold of olympic prowess.
"Argh, what the…?! He's way too fast!" Jimmy, a skinny sophomore with freckles, complained.
"...Is he a track star or something?!" Robert, a member of the school's football team, coughed out.
Though the only one still trying to compete to impress the girl was Miguel, who gave everything he had, exerting himself just to be several meters behind Noah.
"Raaagh-!" Miguel let out a warcry.
A casual smile was on Noah's face as he was barely exerting himself while sprinting at 'merely' peak human speeds.
'Too easy,' he thought.
Though he realized he'd have to sell it instead of gloating as he pretended to grit his teeth, straining to keep up his momentum.
The high-ranking of his [Agility] skill even when not pursuing superhuman speeds granted him flawless form while sprinting, moving as if he'd been practicing for years on end.
Freja was stunned while watching, "—"
"Noah Grays is so cool! He's a looker, too," the curly-haired girl beside Freja said, watching Noah.
After completing four laps while completely overlapping and leaving the others in the dust, he passed by the wide-eyed teacher who looked as though he'd seen a ghost.
"….Time. Three minutes and twenty seconds," Mr. Simmons called before looking up, "Hey, Noah, you…sure you don't want to join any sports teams?"
"Sorry, don't have the time for it," Noah replied with a smile.