Immortal Doctor Expert in Urban Chapter 182 - 182 182 Swimming Pool Finals

182: Chapter 182 Swimming Pool Finals 182: Chapter 182 Swimming Pool Finals “Lin Fei, Zimo is our school’s swimming queen, still undefeated.

Although I heard you’re good at basketball, in this pool, you’re far from it,” Song Haoyu said to Lin Fei with a smile.

Lin Fei looked at Song Haoyu and said, “Song Haoyu, what exactly are you trying to say with all this?”

Song Haoyu said seriously, “I want to challenge you.

If you lose to , you must apologize to Zimo and never brag in front of her again.”

Lin Fei yawned and said, “You’re just trying to show off in front of the girl you like, flattering her.

Why should I compete with you?

If I compete with you, wouldn’t I just be a tool for you to impress her?”

Lin Fei’s words were straightforward, simple, and crude, leaving Song Haoyu speechless.

Because Lin Fei had hit the nail on the head, making Song Haoyu embarrassed.

This made Song Haoyu imdiately angry.

This Lin Fei was really a scoundrel!

What’s more annoying is that he mocked him publicly, giving him no face at all.

Seeing Qin Zimo looking at him, seemingly asking if he was really trying to impress and flatter her by challenging Lin Fei.

Song Haoyu quickly said to her, “Zimo, he’s talking nonsense.

Zimo, your swimming prowess is well recognized, you don’t need flattering you…”

But before Song Haoyu could finish, Qin Zimo interrupted him, saying, “Song Haoyu, thanks for your good intentions, but if you’re only competing with him because of , there’s no need.

Whether or not I’d win can be seen in the pool.”

Song Haoyu said to Qin Zimo, “No no no, Zimo, it’s not like that.

Lin Fei is so arrogant that I can’t stand it, so I have to challenge him.”

“But you’re not my opponent, it doesn’t matter to whether we compete or not,” Lin Fei seed disinterested.

At Lin Fei’s words, Song Haoyu was so angry he almost spat blood, and the stands were filled with shocked murmurs from Song Haoyu’s and Qin Zimo’s fans.

“Is this guy crazy?”

“He actually dared to say our swimming prince Song Haoyu isn’t his match?”

“Even more ridiculous, he says Qin Zimo would lose to him too.

Our swimming queen is swimming NO.1!”

“Support Haoyu, defeat Lin Fei!”

“Support Haoyu, defeat Lin Fei!”

The furious fans soon turned their cheers into a resounding chorus throughout the arena.

Faced with the fans’ support, Song Haoyu’s spirit was boosted.

Previously wanting to use Lin Fei to flatter Qin Zimo, but due to Lin Fei’s words, Qin Zimo wasn’t impressed, and he couldn’t execute his plan.

But now, with thousands of fans in the stands, and many of them being Qin Zimo’s fans too, all supporting him to defeat Lin Fei.

With this public opinion, Qin Zimo would likely support him too.

So, Song Haoyu wore a cold smile, looking at Lin Fei, “Since Zimo’s fans and mine all want to beat you, it shows how arrogant and detestable you are.

Didn’t you say I’m not your match?

Let’s see about that now.”

Lin Fei nodded, “Alright, it seems many spectators are fooled by your facade, thinking you’re incredibly strong.

After our match, I believe they’ll all see that aside from your eight-pack abs for show, your swimming skills are nothing but flimsy.”

Song Haoyu almost exploded with anger at this.

But Qin Zimo was right there, and Song Haoyu didn’t want to ruin his gentlemanly image in front of her, so he said with a steely face to Lin Fei, “Since you claim to be so amazing, why don’t we race now, before the official competition, to see who wins?”

Lin Fei looked at him, his eyes driving Song Haoyu crazy, and said, “We can race, but what are the stakes?”

Song Haoyu’s eyes flashed sharply, “If I lose, I will stop calling myself the swimming prince, willingly quit the pool, and give the title to you.

Of course, if you lose, you must apologize to Zimo and , and to everyone here for your ignorance and arrogance.

Do you dare to agree?”

Lin Fei seed carefree saying, “Since I’m going to win anyway, why wouldn’t I agree?”

After speaking, Lin Fei casually walked up to the fifth platform.

Song Haoyu fought hard to suppress his anger, watching Lin Fei take the platform, thinking silently: Let him be arrogant for a mont more, once in the pool, he’ll regret it.

Then, Song Haoyu looked towards a guy in front of platform seven, “Zheng Ying, you co and be our temporary referee.”

This guy, like the other male competitors, also couldn’t stand Lin Fei’s arrogance.

Hearing Song Haoyu’s call, he readily agreed.

Song Haoyu and Lin Fei were already set on platforms 5 and 6.

Standing by the pool, Zheng Ying put a whistle in his mouth, and with a sharp whistle.

Lin Fei and Song Haoyu leapt from platforms 5 and 6 respectively into the 100-ter long pool, waves splashing, as they both sliced through the water, swiftly moving along their lanes.

Both were doing freestyle, and once Song Haoyu entered the pool, he exerted all his strength, quickly pulling about a 10-ter lead over Lin Fei.

Seeing this lead, the audience was cheering, rooting for Song Haoyu, as they saw his full display of strength in the pool, leaving Lin Fei behind.

By the pool, the temporary referee Zheng Ying, along with a few other male competitors, were all smiling as they watched Song Haoyu quickly widen the gap from Lin Fei.

However, Qin Zimo, standing by the poolside, was calm.

Unlike the other competitors and spectators, seeing the distance between Song Haoyu and Lin Fei, she didn’t believe Lin Fei would necessarily lose.

She understood that the first 100 ters wasn’t crucial.

After the 100 ters, during the turn and entering the second 100 ters, was where victory would be determined.

Often, so competitors conserve strength during the first 100 ters, only sprinting during the second 100 ters.

If Lin Fei was saving his strength for a final sprint, then Song Haoyu, who spent all his energy from the start, might not sustain his pace into the second 100 ters’ sprint.

So things weren’t as simple as they seed.

In the pool, Lin Fei and Song Haoyu pushed forward hard.

Lin Fei remained about ten ters behind Song Haoyu.

After 3 minutes, Song Haoyu reached the end of the first 100 ters, touched the wall, turned, and started sprinting into the second 100 ters, while Lin Fei hadn’t yet reached the wall for his first 100-ter turn.

The audience roared as if seeing victory itself, “Haoyu will surely win!

Haoyu will surely win!”

Qin Zimo unknowingly clenched her jade-like hands, hoping that what she imagined wouldn’t happen in the second 100 ters, wishing for Song Haoyu to defeat Lin Fei.