This little girl, starting to set herself up again.
As a mature man who's been reborn, do you really think I can't outsmart you?
Gunnard slightly lifted the corners of his mouth. "Really not angry anymore?"
Sophie replied confidently, "Of course."
Gunnard spread his hands, "That's great. But you still have to fulfill your previous promise. Come on, get down."
Sophie's pretty face was full of stubbornness. "It's just 30 push-ups, right? I'll get down! What's the big deal? Gunnard, I'm going to show you today that Sophie never breaks her word. I'll do them right now, and after I'm done, we'll be even."
Gunnard remained calm, "Do them first, then we'll talk."
Sophie took a deep breath and elegantly got down on the floor.
It must be said, as the head of the school drama club, Sophie's movements had a very classical charm to them.
Gunnard said, "Start."
Sophie tightened her whole body and used her arms to push herself up.
Barely managing to do eight push-ups, Sophie's pretty face was already flushed, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.
The strap of her nightgown slipped off her smooth, icy shoulder, and her small push-up bra was half-exposed.
Gunnard quickly averted his gaze.
But still, he accidentally caught a glimpse.
Indeed... even if they're small, a little push still does the trick.
Judging from the fact that she switched to a push-up bra, it's clear that Sophie was secretly trying to make a change.
But... who is she trying to impress so late at night?
Could it be me?
No way, right?
When Sophie reached the ninth push-up, her arms couldn't hold her up anymore, and she collapsed onto the floor, panting, "Still 21 left, I'll rest a bit before continuing."
Gunnard frowned, "Do you think this is an installment plan? Besides, none of what you just did counts."
Sophie, lying on the floor, raised her head and glared at Gunnard with her light blue eyes, "What did you say? It doesn't count? Why not?"
Gunnard, with a stern teacher's demeanor, pointed out, "Your hips were too high, and your support position was off. Your body didn't straighten up."
"You!" A storm was gathering on Sophie's flushed face. "Gunnard, are you a devil? I'm not a professional athlete, do you really have to be so strict?"
Gunnard, in all seriousness, said, "I'm doing this for your own good. This helps with blood circulation in your chest. You don't want to stay an A cup forever, right?"
"Gunnard!" Sophie stomped her foot in anger, "What does my small chest have to do with you? I'm not your girlfriend!"
Gunnard shrugged, "Fine, I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it up."
"I can! Watch closely and see for yourself!"
Sophie bit her lip in frustration, got back down on the floor, adjusted her posture, and did another push-up.
This one was indeed more standard than the previous ones.
Yet, Gunnard still shook his head and continued nitpicking, "Nope, still not standard enough. Your waist needs to dip lower, and your shoulders should be more relaxed. So this one doesn't count either."
"You!" Sophie was about to explode with rage!
Here it comes, it's about to happen… Gunnard was full of anticipation!
But, Sophie took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and her expression returned to calm. "Hmph, I won't get mad at you. Otherwise, wouldn't I really be surrendering to you? You say it's not standard? Fine, I'll rest for a bit and then do it again."
What the…???
This isn't right!
Sophie, what did you go through today?
Are you really not getting angry today?
Can you at least give me a little chance to mess with you?
If this goes on, not only will I miss out on getting a perfect rage point, but I won't even get a partial one!
Gunnard looked at Sophie with a face full of frustration.
Sophie, on the other hand, casually sat down at Gunnard's desk to rest.
The desk was a bit messy, filled with convenience foods that Gunnard bought today. He had been too busy being excited about his new football boots to clean up.
Looking at packaging, Sophie asked offhandedly, "What are these things?"
Gunnard replied, "Just some food—Sophie, stop looking at that and get back to doing push-ups."
Sophie, however, wasn't in any hurry. "Why the rush? Worst case, we just won't sleep tonight."
Now it was Gunnard's turn to worry. "Sophie, don't do this..."
Sophie's pretty face was full of pride as she casually picked up a piece of paper from the shopping bag, "What's this?"
Gunnard casually replied, "Nothing much, just a phone number."
Sophie looked at the neat handwriting and the heart drawn next to the number. Her pretty face instantly turned cold. "A girl... Hmph, which bar did you meet her at?"
Gunnard shrugged. "I didn't go to a bar. It's just the phone number of a saleswoman."
Sophie's voice grew icier. "A saleswoman? Why would a saleswoman give you her phone number? Were you flirting with her while buying something?"
Gunnard answered with a calm expression, "She did keep flaunting her F-cup chest, but I genuinely wasn't interested."
F-cup...
Sophie's entire face darkened as if a storm cloud had settled over it:
*I'm not mad, I'm not mad...*
*I'm a little fairy...*
*F-cup...*
*If I get mad, I'll take his last name...*
*F-cup...*
*Hah, even a dog wouldn't believe they weren't flirting...*
*F-cup...*
*He's doing this on purpose, isn't he?!*
Sophie, infuriated, slammed the table and yelled, "Gunnard!!! You... you big perv—"
Gunnard quickly stepped forward and covered Sophie's mouth. "The walls are thin, don't shout..."
*Ding~*
*'You've received 100 points of negative emotion from Sophie Turner. System bubble is generating...'*
What the heck?
Gunnard felt a surge of joy:
*What's going on? This works too? Why did I suddenly get 100 points of negative emotion?*
*Wait... Sophie, could it be... you're jealous?*
A large, bright red bubble appeared at Sophie's feet.
This was the second perfect 100-point negative emotion bubble!
And both were from Sophie!
*Sophie... you're amazing! You have no idea how grateful I am!*
Gunnard struggled to contain his excitement. While still covering Sophie's mouth, he leaned forward, using his toes to reach for the perfect red bubble—
Sophie, pressed against Gunnard's muscular frame, began to struggle and kick furiously.
The chair wobbled under the strain.
Gunnard's first attempt to touch the bubble failed. He quickly applied more force, pinning Sophie down.
*I've got to get this talent point first! I'll figure out how to calm her down later.*
The bright red bubble burst into a brilliant thread of light that flowed into Gunnard's body!
*Ding~*
*'You've acquired a talent point from a perfect bubble. Today's collection progress: 1/10.'*
*Yes! Feels good!*
Gunnard took a deep breath, utterly satisfied.
"Let go of me!" Sophie's face was flushed red as she struggled desperately in Gunnard's strong arms—
Suddenly, Sophie's body froze and stopped moving.
...
end.