Very quickly, Huo Zhen brought over the largest and heaviest shot put.
He, being a boy, had to hold it with both hands to keep it from falling.
Qin Xin took it over.
Huo Zhen’s hands lightened, and he let out a sigh of relief.
But upon seeing Qin Xin casually holding the shot put with one hand, Huo Zhen’s breath caught a little!
Sister Xin... her strength is really too strong, too impressive.
Qin Xin casually held the shot put, not even bothering to prepare, and weighed it in her hand before casually asking, "How many ters for a perfect score?"
"Twelve ters," the teacher answered excitedly.
This shot put was used by the school sports et champion, and no one dared to use it for the exam before.
He was very much looking forward to seeing what performance this girl could deliver.
Qin Xin gave a brief "Oh," and in the next second, she threw the shot put out.
In the distance, there was a dull thud as it hit the ground.
Where did the ball go?
Everyone craned their necks to see.
Yu Xiaochun sneered, "Did it get thrown off course..."
But the next second, she couldn’t laugh anymore.
In the distance, around a few dozen ters away, from the long jump area erupted a chorus of wailing.
"Oh my God, scared to death! Are you trying to kill with these shot puts?"
"This isn’t a shot put, it’s an iron waterlon, how is it so big?"
"Oh my God, why is this shot put stuck in the ground and can’t be pulled out?"
"So scary! A physical exam could give soone a heart attack!"
The P.E. teacher personally took a few boys over there.
After a lot of effort, they managed to pull the shot put out of the ground, then asured the trajectory of this shot put...
And then, they fell silent.
The students waiting in line on this side were still eagerly awaiting the results: "Teacher, what score? No, how many ters?"
It was so far, it landed in the long jump area, it must have exceeded 12 ters.
A perfect score of 100 was beyond doubt.
Now the question was, how far was it exactly?
The P.E. teacher pursed his lips, his voice trembling: "Twenty-five ters."
Everyone: "..."
After a while, soone timidly raised their hand: "The last Olympic shot put champion only threw 22.5 ters. Teacher, did you asure wrong?"
The P.E. teacher glared at him fiercely: "I asured it three tis!"
The boy beside added: "And we used three different soft rulers to asure."
Everyone: "..."
Worshipful glances were cast openly towards Qin Xin.
Qin Xin’s expression remained unchanged as she shook her wrist: "There were people jumping long jump over there, I didn’t want to hit them."
The implication was, if there wasn’t a long jump exam happening over there, perhaps she would have thrown even further.
Everyone covered their faces: "..."
Ahhh, a boss is a boss, so dominating.
The P.E. teacher, with a shaking hand, wrote down the last perfect score on the score sheet.
Qin Xin’s 10 physical exam items ended perfectly, all with perfect scores.
Next in the exam were Qin Wenrou and Yu Xiaochun, both with flushed faces, utterly embarrassed.
The louder they had boasted and argued just now, the harder they were smacking their own faces now.
Even the scoring P.E. teacher looked at Qin Wenrou irritably: "Classmate, did you not eat? Throwing only one and a half ters is a fail! With such poor performance, you have ti to comnt on others? Wouldn’t it be better to use that ti to work on your own fitness?"
Qin Wenrou was so ashad, her face was about to drip blood.
==
Nalan Group.
After finishing a morning of work, Nalan Ye Jue canceled all his work arrangents for the entire afternoon and evening, and instructed Lu Yi to prepare sothing for him.
When Lu Yi received the order, his heart trembled a bit.
Since that year, after Mr. Emperor’s leg... t with an accident.
He never again attempted to leave his wheelchair.
Nalan Group is a high-tech enterprise, and particularly proficient in dical equipnt, so theoretically, making a suitable auxiliary prosthetic, or electronic crutch, should be very easy.
But Nalan Ye Jue never used them.
Perhaps not using a prosthetic was his last dignity as a man.
However...
Today, Mr. Emperor made an exception, instructing him to go to the warehouse to get materials and to find a doctor to design an auxiliary prosthetic for him.
Why?
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Mr. Emperor’s leg... won’t affect Master Xin’s happiness, rest assured fairies.]
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