Chapter 162: The Chubby Girl's Skepticism

Lin Chong questioned, "Is it really that exaggerated? Did you misread it or something?"

"Bro, I may have entered the entertainment industry, but please don't doubt my professional eye and standard! This Pao Ye really is a super-giant prodigy material for sprinting! I eyeballed it this morning; he ran thirty meters in three point five seconds at most! Or even faster! And that's without professional equipment."

"You're talking nonsense! The fastest starter in the world, Powell, couldn't possibly cover the first thirty meters in just three point five seconds! It has to be at least three point six seconds!"

"You didn't see it with your own eyes, so you won't believe a word I say, but I'm really not lying to you! Chong Ge, I just want to tell you that Chinese sprinting has hope again! Just wait for the day after tomorrow—Friday at eight PM, lock in on Dragon TV, and watch this episode of *Unlimited Challenge*. See for yourself if Zhang Qiyang doesn't run exceptionally fast on TV! We ran on the exact same track, and even when I went all out, I was utterly crushed by him! Just imagine what kind of strength that is! A talent like this, even if it requires making an exception, you must recruit him into the national training team! But right now, I'm just afraid he won't be willing to come; after all, he is the precious and pampered son of the richest man. Later, we'll have to figure out a good way to invite him over."

Lu Kai rambled on excitedly for quite a while, completely high on his own adrenaline. Lin Chong, mildly intoxicated by the alcohol he had consumed, didn't take in much of it at all. The only thing he remembered was that he had to watch *Unlimited Challenge* on Friday night to see how this brain-dead Pao Ye managed to completely crush his prized pupil, Lu Kai.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Kai took a quick shower and headed straight to the hotel's buffet restaurant. It had been completely booked out by the production crew, and he wanted to go butter up Zhang Qiyang.

At the very least, he had to swallow his pride and get Zhang Qiyang's contact information first.

This way, it would be easy to ask Zhang Qiyang out for a detailed chat about joining the track and field team in the future.

Although Zhang Qiyang was a genuine, bonafide super sprinting genius, Lu Kai didn't have much confidence in whether they could actually invite such a special figure into the Chinese Track and Field Team.

An eccentric and peerless genius like Zhang Qiyang didn't even care about the family of the richest man—what on earth was he pursuing? And what could Chinese track and field possibly offer him? Lu Kai had no idea.

He was just driven by a pure love for track and field, simply hoping that Zhang Qiyang would join the national team and win glory for the country.

When Lu Kai went down to the restaurant, as luck would have it, Zhang Qiyang and his group hadn't finished lunch yet.

With Qin Xueyang—the chubby girl who never held back when eating at a buffet—around, he could never finish a meal quickly.

During that morning's recording, Zhang Qiyang's performance had been so outstanding and shocking that now, as he ate, he was surrounded by a group of boot-licking stars and staff members led by Peng Liang, all of whom desperately wanted to cozy up to the God of Pao.

Li Xuan and Chen Ke, who were closest to Zhang Qiyang, weren't eating with him. Instead, at a nearby table, they were dining with Zhao Lijing along with Zhao Lijing's manager and assistants—a whole table of women.

At Zhang Qiyang's table, everyone was chatting animatedly about the glorious achievement from the morning when Zhang Qiyang led his team to a three-to-nil landslide victory over the Unlimited Team.

Qin Xueyang was cracking the leg of her eighteenth king crab with a hammer, looking completely unconvinced as she huffed, "Stop blowing smoke up his ass and calling him the God of Pao. Wang Dawei, you definitely threw the match just to let the guest team win."

Qin Xueyang's debunking made Zhang Qiyang lose quite a bit of face, but to be fair and strict about it, it was indeed just as Qin Xueyang said—Wang Dawei had thrown the game so they could achieve three consecutive wins.

At least during the final sprint, if Wang Dawei hadn't so obviously let up, the guest team definitely wouldn't have won. Even if Zhang Qiyang had risked his old life, he wouldn't necessarily have been able to make up such a huge deficit.

So when Qin Xueyang said they won because Wang Dawei threw the match, Zhang Qiyang truly had nothing to say in his defense.

Wang Dawei was right there at the table. Feeling aggrieved, he retorted to Qin Xueyang, "I didn't throw the match! Pao Ye and the others won fair and square! Your Pao Ye runs faster than Lu Kai! If you don't believe me, go watch the show when it airs."

"Heh! I believe it, okay? Stop hyping him up. What did he ever give you guys to make you praise him like this?" Qin Xueyang happily munched on the crab meat, refusing in her heart to believe the fact that these people claimed Zhang Qiyang could outrun Lu Kai.

If anyone hadn't witnessed this with their own eyes, they probably wouldn't have believed it even if they were beaten to death!

Fa Zai had sharp eyes and spotted Lu Kai walking over with a tray. He enthusiastically waved to him, "Kai Ge! Over here! Over here! Come sit!"

Seeing Lu Kai heading their way, Fa Zai smiled warmly as the man approached.

Fa Zai said to Qin Xueyang, "Kai Ge is right here, if you don't believe it, ask him! Didn't your Pao Ye run faster than Kai Ge? This is something Kai Ge himself admitted! He completely bows down to Pao Ye!"

Thinking that these people were getting more and more absurd with their chatter, Zhang Qiyang smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Stop barking up the wrong tree with her. My assistant has a few screws loose up here, why are you arguing nonsense with her?"

Qin Xueyang nudged Zhang Qiyang with her thigh, looking extremely displeased with his remark about her having mental issues.

Seeing this affectionate interaction between Zhang Qiyang and Qin Xueyang, Wang Dawei and the others felt even more strongly that this chubby girl's identity was extraordinary.

She was definitely no ordinary assistant!

Otherwise, even if you gave her eight guts, she wouldn't dare talk back to Pao Ye like that!

If they wanted to cozy up to Pao Ye, they might first need to get on the good side of this chubby girl.

"What are you guys chatting about?"

Lu Kai greeted them as he arrived at the table.

Fa Zai shifted his buttocks to make space for Lu Kai on the bench, saying, "Sit here, Kai Ge. We were talking about Pao Ye's heaven-defying performance this morning! Pao Ye's assistant here refuses to believe that Pao Ye runs exceptionally fast. Kai Ge, you're a veteran sprinter, prove it to us—doesn't Pao Ye run exceptionally fast?"

Lu Kai glanced at Qin Xueyang, whose mouth was covered in oil and meat scraps.

Although the chubby girl's table manners were quite sloppy, anyone could tell that her relationship with Zhang Qiyang was unusual.

A super genius really was different from ordinary people; even the women around him were so... unconventional and unique!

Pao Ye had quite a heavy taste!

A chubby girl whose chest could probably crush a man's head was really not something an average person could handle!

Lu Kai smiled and told Qin Xueyang, "Pao Ye really does run extremely fast, much faster than me. In fact, I can put it this way: Pao Ye is probably the fastest person I have ever seen in my entire life."

Lu Kai's words not only nearly choked Qin Xueyang, but they also startled Wang Dawei and the others!

Top-tier sprinting champions like Lu Kai had crossed paths with countless adversaries on the track!

He had likely witnessed competitions featuring every top sprinting powerhouse in the world with his own eyes!

Yet now he was actually saying that Zhang Qiyang was the fastest person he had ever seen!

Could Pao Ye really be this powerful? A world-class Number One?!