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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 11.

Chapter 11.

    Chapter 11.


    <strong>Chapter 11. Fitness test. (4/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">We were finally at thest fitness test.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sheid down on her back with her fully exposed legs facing me. Her hair was scattered across the ground in all directions but she didn’t particrly mind it. She looked at me from the gap between her thighs and asked, “Well? What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be holding my legs down properly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nced around and confirmed the guys were holding the girls down by their shoes so I did the same. I ced my hand down on her shoes but she raised an eyebrow at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A bit more weight would be helpful. Can you just hold my feet down with your knees?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… sure.” Iplied with her request, but then she suddenly sat up and grabbed my hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Securely hold my knees in ce as well.” She ced my hands on top of her knees and then in ce with hers on top of mine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, well, that should do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This girl is trying to drive me insane.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nevertheless, I utilized all the willpower contained within my mortal body to maintain the stone-cold poker face I wore. She was truly testing the limits of the kinds of bullshit I could keep a straight face for. She looked like she was even having fun.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If I look away from her, I lose. That was how I felt. She hadn’t stopped making eye contact with me the entire time. This girl is the worst! The absolute worst type of person I tell you!


    <span style="font-weight:400">I will NEVER again refuse to give up my seat to someone if they ask me for it. No stupid seat is worth this kind of hellish twisted form of harassment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once she started doing sit-ups her body rose and fell off the ground repeatedly. Every time she reached out she intentionally made sure to touch her hands to her knees. More specifically she ced them on top of mine and let them slide off as she leaned back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was absolutely teasing me. Her objective was to tease me to death, but I would not allow myself to be teased. I would not sumb to this level of… ugh, it’s so fucking embarrassing, I want to die.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’m dead. I’m seriously dead. Just kill me now woman. I can’t put up with this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How much more time is there until this unusual form of torture is over? The muscles in my face were aching from how tense they were while trying to keep my face encased in a block of stone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">God, why do you torture me so? All I ever wanted was peace and quiet, but ever since this storm arrived it’s been nothing but endless hardships for me. What did I do to deserve this?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It ended up being the longest 60 seconds of my life. I never knew how dangerous sit-ups were until I met this particr girl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it appears you somehow made it through in one piece. It seems I shouldn’t have held back and I should have used my full power after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Full… power? You mean that wasn’t even your final form? Just what sort of monster are you? No, you’re just bluffing, there’s nothing that could possibly have made this any worse.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a smile that wanted tough at my nativity, she sat all the way up and moved her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, “What if I’d ced your hands a bit further and sat all the way up every time?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pictured it in my head and immediately understood the secret weapon she was referring to. She wasn’t kidding when she said she held back a lot of her strength. I felt ashamed that I couldn’t even see through her true might. She’d looked down upon me with nothing but pity for being a mere frog sitting at the bottom of a well. I did not know of the sky, oh how high it was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nearly broke down on the spot and despaired about how weak I truly was. But no doubt, she had shown me mercy. The methods women had to y around with a man’s emotions were truly limitless, that was what I was taught by her today. It seemed I still had a long way to go.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pfthahaha!” As if she could see through every thought that shed through my mind just by looking into my eyes, she abruptly burst out into an uncontroble fit ofughter that she did her best to stifle to not draw everyone’s attention toward us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Had she observed me so much to the point that she could tell everything on my mind just through eye contact? Isn’t that even scarier? If that’s the case, I won’t be able to keep any secret from her no matter how I try to hide it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even that particr secret I’ve hidden for so long could potentially be in jeopardy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With such worries on my mind, Iid down with my back to the ground in a sit-up position. Without me asking her to hold my feet down she did it of her own volition.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to hold my feet down. I can do sit-ups just fine without the need for that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt like she was up to something so I tried to immediately refuse her assistance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m asking you to not help because I’m worried about you helping.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? What’s there to worry about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know, but I don’t trust you at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How cruel, saying you don’t trust me after everything we’ve been through together.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Despite your words, you sure don’t look hurt by me not trusting you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am, I’m actually very hurt you know. So hurt I can hardly keep myself from falling down to the ground.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pinned my feet down with her knees and slumped forward over my knees. She wrapped her arms around my knees and rested her chin on the back of her ovepping hands. I could feel two soft sensations pressing up against my shins and could easily tell exactly what they were. Her body was rather hot and my legs had been fully enveloped by that warmth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. There really was nothing I could do against her. It’s not that I was weak, it was just that she was too strong an opponent. I resigned myself and epted my fate for the next sixty seconds. For these sixty seconds, I was nothing more than a pitiful mouse being stared down by a yful cat. I was at the mercy of her whimsical nature.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Every time I sat up, her face was so close I could feel her breath on my face. I could feel her heartbeat transmit to me through her chest. When it sped up, and when it slowed down, it was all but too obvious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So even she got excited…


    <span style="font-weight:400">And she was intentionally letting me know that without the slightest hint of shame.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was already certain she’d use the same trick when I did push-ups if I didn’t at least do a few sit-ups. As such, I quickly racked up 31 sit-ups with her staring intently at me the entire time. As if she’d anticipated my stopping point where I wouldn’t do any further sit-ups in the time remaining, her hand stretched out and grabbed the cor of my shirt preventing me from lying down to rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well you’re not nning to do any more sit-ups, right? So why not just stay like this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her heart through her chest beat faster whenever I was close to her like this. Looking into her eyes at such a short distance, I confirmed her pupils were dted. We were so close I could see myself and the surroundings behind us reflected within them. I couldn’t help but wonder what I looked like right now. Just what was it she saw when she looked at me this closely? It was impossible to distinctly make out all my details such as whether my own pupils were dted just through the reflection of her eyes. I’d need a mirror to confirm it which left me rather troubled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Having lost track of time, I didn’t even notice when the teacher said time was up. That being the case, I was unsure how to get out of this situation. If we stayed like this for too long it would no doubt attract the wandering eyes of our peers. We were more or less out of sight with a pir obstructing their sight and a good distance away from them. But as soon as people started moving about they’d easily discover what sort of position the two of us were in which would no doubt raise some eyebrows as being rather precarious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As if seeing through my worries Rosa released my cor with a satisfied smile and finally stood up. I was thankful she didn’t take things too far. It would be troubling, to say the least, if she had.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hand to my neck and pressed down two fingers to check my pulse. It was elevated. Whether it was because of Rosa or because my body hadn’t returned to a resting state after the strenuous workout today, I had no way to be certain. I didn’t have a control measurement from before and after making this result inconclusive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Perhaps Rosa was the only one who knew the answer to that question. She was the only one who could see the state of my eyes after all. Whether they were dted or not at that moment in time, only she knew.
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