Chapter 510 - 509: Do You Think I’m That Kind of Person?

Chapter 510: Chapter 509: Do You Think I’m That Kind of Person?

The two individuals were stumped by Nathan Foster’s words and didn’t know how to respond.

Nathan Foster scanned everyone in the room, then coldly said:

"Team One, get down and do push-ups!"

Team One was Chester Lynch’s team, and at that moment, the team members were all looking at each other.

Not saying how many, are they going to practice until they drop?

"Instructor, how many should we do? There should be a number."

"However many I do, that’s how many you’ll do. Whoever endures until the end won’t have to train anymore from today onwards; you’ve completed the task." Nathan Foster said while looking at them.

"What if we don’t endure until the end?"

"If you don’t endure until the end, just shut your mouth." Nathan Foster’s voice was very faint, but within that faint voice was boundless coldness.

When everyone got down, Nathan Foster also joined them.

Only then did everyone notice what was different about Nathan Foster’s push-ups compared to everyone else’s.

Including Chester Lynch, everyone else was doing two-handed push-ups, while Nathan Foster was doing one-handed push-ups.

By that time, everyone realized that one-handed push-ups are much more difficult than two-handed ones.

They were more confident now, not believing that their two-handed push-ups couldn’t surpass Nathan Foster’s single-handed ones.

The students in their class all watched, and gradually, some classmates couldn’t keep going anymore.

Starting to give up, and as they continued, more and more people gave up.

By the time they got to the end, only Chester Lynch and another student were still enduring. The other student gradually started to be unable to sustain themselves.

Now, they formed a circle, and within that circle, only Chester Lynch and Nathan Foster continued.

South Grant had been silent from beginning to end, watching the two of them.

South Grant watched as beads of sweat began to fall from Chester Lynch’s brow, while Nathan Foster showed no sign of exertion at all.

This contest was completely without suspense; Chester Lynch was bound to lose.

However, Chester Lynch refused to concede, just like how male animals display themselves, a method to assert their dominance.

At this time, people around them began to murmur.

"The instructor is really impressive, one hand totally defeats everyone else’s two hands."

"Chester Lynch is pretty good, too; look at him, even with a head full of sweat, he hasn’t conceded, unlike others who gave up as soon as they got tired."

"Both of them are really impressive, and very manly!"

Chester Lynch, seeing that he couldn’t hold on, his arm softened, collapsing onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Nathan Foster was still continuing.

At that time, those surrounding them began clapping, and someone whistled.

Nathan Foster stood up and dusted off his hands, extending his hand towards Chester Lynch.

Chester Lynch grabbed Nathan Foster’s hand, stood up, and patted his shoulder, quietly saying something unknown.

Back in the evening, South Grant lay in bed, continually thinking about the scene on the field.

"Uncle, what did you say to Chester Lynch?"

Nathan Foster cast a sideways glance at her.

"Is it any of your business?"

South Grant knew that he wouldn’t answer so easily, "Were you being intentional today?"

Nathan Foster’s brows slightly raised, "Intentional about what? Intentionally targeting Chester Lynch?"

Even though South Grant didn’t speak, the expression on her face was enough to reveal the question.

Nathan Foster reached out to pinch her chin, "You think I’m that kind of person?"

"You deliberately assigned the underperforming people in our class to Chester Lynch’s side; if that’s not intentional, what is? Uncle, can you not be so overbearing? Even though we’re roommates, he respects me a lot and hasn’t disturbed me at all; can’t you..."