Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 140 Parent-Child Sports Meet: Lin Zhou Makes All the Dads Cry

Friday morning, the sun was so bright it was almost blinding.

The entrance to Jin Taiyang Kindergarten was completely blocked. This was no parent-child sports meet; it was practically a large-scale auto show called "The Versailles of Success."

The Rolls-Royce Spirit of Ecstasy gleamed in the sunlight, while Bentley and Maybach dominated the center stage like two guardian deities. Even a car of Porsche's caliber could only sit forlornly in a corner, gathering dust.

Lin Zhou held Nuonuo's hand, looked down at his own 99-yuan domestic sportswear (shipping included), then looked at the elite dads around him in suits and ties, their hair so slicked back with gel that even a fly would have to do a split if it landed on them, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"These days, do you have to wear a bespoke suit just to pick up your child? Aren't you afraid your pants will rip in the crotch during a tug-of-war?"

Today, Nuonuo was wearing a pink tracksuit and had her hair in two buns. She was as excited as a bird just released from its cage. She tilted her head back, her big eyes blinking.

"Dad, can we win? Gian's dad says he's a fitness coach and he's super strong!"

Following the direction Nuonuo pointed, Lin Zhou saw the so-called "Fat Tiger's Dad".

Good heavens, his arms were thicker than Lin Zhou's thighs, and his tight vest made his muscles bulge out. He was standing there doing chest expansion exercises, surrounded by a group of parents who were flattering him.

"Don't worry, baby."

Lin Zhou squatted down and straightened his daughter's collar, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Big muscles don't mean they're useful; that's just brute force. What your dad calls 'core strength,' you know?"

As they were talking, a few whispered voices came from the side, deliberately lowered but just loud enough for someone to hear.

"Hey, is that Su Tianhou's husband? He looks so skinny."

"I heard he's a full-time stay-at-home dad, taking care of the kids every day. What kind of physical stamina could he possibly have?"

"Yeah, that kind of freeloader probably can't even open a bottle cap normally. Old Zhang, our team is guaranteed to win the tug-of-war later."

The speakers were several fathers dressed in an elite style, their eyes filled with a self-righteous sense of superiority, as if Lin Zhou, a "stay-at-home dad," was the epitome of a weakling in their eyes.

Lin Zhou wasn't annoyed. He simply waved to Su Qingge, who was fully armed with sunglasses and a mask in the stands, and then slowly walked to the starting line.

Want to see me make a fool of myself?

Then you're probably going to be disappointed today.

The first event: Kangaroo jump.

The rules are simple: parents are put in sacks and jump across a 30-meter track like kangaroos; whoever reaches the finish line first wins.

"Ready—beep!"

As soon as the whistle blew, the elite dads who had been maintaining their composure instantly lost their composure.

Some people fell flat on their faces after only two jumps because they lost their balance. Others jumped slower than a tortoise in an effort to maintain their composure. The fitness instructor, on the other hand, jumped quite fast, but because he used too much force, he punctured the bottom of the sack and got his feet stuck inside, unable to move. He was so anxious that his face turned red.

In contrast, Lin Zhou.

He's like a super motor with a powerful spring.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Under the horrified gaze of the fathers who were still struggling at the starting line, Lin Zhou stood with his feet together, his rhythm light and quick. Each jump seemed to be precisely calculated, landing silently and rising powerfully.

He covered the 30-meter distance in less than five seconds.

As he stood at the finish line, calmly taking off the sack and folding it neatly, the second-place finisher had only just crossed the halfway mark.

"Daddy is awesome! Daddy is number one!"

Nuonuo jumped up excitedly at the finish line, threw herself into Lin Zhou's arms, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.

Su Qingge, watching this scene through her sunglasses from the stands, couldn't help but smile slightly.

"When did this guy develop such great leg strength?"

The following matches turned into a complete solo show for Lin Zhou.

Three-legged race?

Lin Zhou shouted slogans and ran fast with Nuonuo. While other groups were still debating which leg to step with first, the father and daughter had already crossed the finish line to collect their prizes.

Tug-of-war?

Lin Zhou was at the very end of the line, hence the nickname "the pillar of strength".

Fat Tiger's father across from him was so angry that his veins were bulging and his face was as red as a pig's liver, but Lin Zhou held the rope with one hand, as steady as Mount Tai, and even had time to use one hand to wipe the yogurt stains from Nuonuo's mouth.

"One, two, pull!"

With a slight exertion of force from Lin Zhou, the group of fathers who had been evenly matched instantly felt a strange force strike them, and they collapsed to the ground like harvested leeks.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Those parents who had previously mocked Lin Zhou for being "physically weak" were now gaping, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

Is this guy a gigolo?

With that kind of physical fitness, you could easily be mistaken for a retired special forces soldier!

The most outrageous thing was the final relay race.

Lin Zhou received the baton from the last person in the group. By then, the teams ahead of them had already taken a full fifty meters.

"We're doomed to lose." A parent in the same group sighed in despair.

However, the moment the baton was handed to Lin Zhou, the situation changed drastically.

He was like a white lightning bolt, instantly tearing through the air.

The wind whistled in my ears.

He didn't even slow down at the bend, but leaned his body at an exaggerated angle and used centrifugal force to overtake two opponents.

Just as she was about to surpass the number one fitness coach, Nuonuo, who was riding on his shoulders, suddenly shouted:

"Dad, the hair clip is crooked!"

To everyone's astonishment, Lin Zhou, while running at high speed, managed to free one hand and gently straighten his daughter's pink hair clip.

Then, I accelerated again.

"Whoosh—"

The fitness instructor only felt a gust of wind pass by him, and before he could even see Lin Zhou's back clearly, Lin Zhou had already crossed the finish line.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the man who was nonchalantly wringing water for his daughter as if she were a monster.

This is hardly a competition.

This is clearly a case of dimensional reduction attack!

"All regular events of this sports meet have concluded. First place on the leaderboard—Sunflower Class, Nuonuo's Dad!"

The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium via the loudspeaker.

Lin Zhou hung the gold medal around Nuonuo's neck and was preparing to take his wife and children home to celebrate when a piercing electrical sound suddenly came from the radio.

Immediately afterwards, the principal's passionate voice rang out again:

"Parents, please wait! To further test your perseverance and endurance, we have decided to add a final overtime event!"

The winner of this competition will receive the grand prize: a full three-year tuition waiver!

Upon hearing "tuition-free," the fathers present were overjoyed. While they weren't short of money, this was a matter of pride!

However, when the principal read out the competition rules, everyone's face turned green instantly.

"Final Project: Special Forces-Style Weighted Cross-Country Obstacle Course."

"The rules are as follows: All fathers must carry their children on their backs and complete a 400-meter obstacle course on a track filled with tire tracks, balance beams, and crawling nets!"

"Any child who drops out midway will be eliminated! Anyone who exceeds the time limit will be eliminated!"

Looking at the obstacles that the staff quickly set up on the playground, which were comparable to those in a military training base, Fat Tiger's dad, who had been eager to try just moments before, was now experiencing leg cramps.

"Is this a kindergarten sports day? This looks more like a special forces selection!"

Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, looking at the towering log bridge, his smile widening.

"That's interesting."

He squatted down, patted his broad shoulders, and winked at Nuonuo.

"Baby, hold on tight."

"Dad will show you what it's really like to... scale walls and leap across rooftops."