Take her as my wife

Tan Wen was completely flustered by her intimate gesture and the dimples on her cheeks.

She's been acting really strange lately, giving him the impression that... she's flirting with him.

When he had that illusion again, Jiang Ni withdrew her hand and her sweet dimple, leaving him feeling lost for a long time.

"Why did you suddenly praise me, sister?" he asked. "Because I helped Xiao Yuling?"

Jiang Ni nodded and then shook her head: "That's one reason, but it's not the only reason."

Saying that was pointless, Tan asked no more questions and continued what she had just interrupted: "When your sister comes tomorrow, remember to wear a sun hat."

"it is good."

At 2 PM, the first competition was another one that Tan Wen participated in—two-minute pull-ups.

Tan Wen's strongest opponent was a male student from the Armed Police Academy. His biceps were extremely well-developed; it's no exaggeration to say that his arm was almost as thick as Jiang Ni's thigh.

"The Hulk, holy crap!" Zhao Qian gestured to his arms, even squeezing out all his biceps wasn't enough. "San'er, do you think I can build muscles like his?"

Zhou Kaiyuan mercilessly refuted him: "Make a wish earlier in your next life, haha—actually, I envy Brother Wen's physique more."

Feng Yin casually echoed, "Me too."

Jiang Ni silently voted for Tan Wen in her heart as well.

Because Liu Jiaren likes men with good physiques, Jiang Ni, through constant exposure, has some understanding of abs, V-lines, and V-shaped waists. She understands, but doesn't comprehend.

Before she had her dream come true, she felt that attraction based solely on "hormones" and "visual senses" was not enough to move her. But now... Jiang Ni turned her gaze to the young man who was making preparations and found him indeed pleasing to the eye.

"How many reps can he do in two minutes?" Jiang Ni asked Zhao Qian curiously as they walked to the horizontal bar.

Zhao Qian said, "He always completes the training precisely according to the requirements, and twenty reps are a piece of cake for him."

In the past, during physical education exams in college, the boys in Jiang Ni's class would also be tested on pull-ups, but in her memory, very few people could successfully complete ten pull-ups according to the standard requirements.

The competition had already begun. Jiang Ni watched as the contestants who came on stage one after another were all very impressive. In the first minute, their movements were quick and efficient, and they quickly completed more than ten. Then they gradually slowed down and struggled a little, but in the end, they were still able to get close to 20.

Currently, it seems that the difference in everyone's scores is not significant, with the one who scored the most points pulling up by 23.

It was the boy Zhao Qian jokingly called "The Hulk" who took the stage.

His muscular physique was no accident; he was about the same height as Tan Wen, and he easily gripped the bar. He seemed to be in complete control for a minute and a half. Jiang Ni counted, and he had already completed 30 reps, with half a minute left. She estimated that he would have a chance to sprint to 40.

The teacher from the Armed Police Academy said proudly, "Hey, Meng Wei is a promising talent from our school. What do you think, Lao Cheng?"

"It's really not bad, his physical condition is quite good," Cheng Ming replied.

"Right? I heard your school has a promising talent—where is he? I wasn't here this morning. I heard you guys stole the show in the 3000 meters."

Cheng Ming pointed: "The one who just came on stage."

Meng Wei completed 41 in the end, which greatly widened the gap between him and the other contestants, making it highly likely that he would win first place.

Tan asked.

Tan Wen's hand was still wrapped in bandages, which made Jiang Ni somewhat worried.

However, she soon discovered that such worries were unnecessary, because Tan Wen's physical fitness was nothing short of abnormal. While others could only exert continuous force for the first half of the race, he maintained the same state throughout the entire race, until the two-minute timer ended.

"I think I missed a number. How many are there?" Zhao Qian asked.

Jiang Ni said, "55."

She even felt that he still had energy to spare, even with the injury on his hand.

The teacher protested, "With this kind of physical ability, why not send him to the special forces to shine? What's the point of sending him to the Public Security University?"

Cheng Ming boasted, "They're not just good at physical fitness; our promising youngsters are well-rounded and will shine through their brains in the future."

Without a doubt, Tan Wen once again took first place with an absolute advantage.

After the match, Tan Wen went back to the stands to find Jiang Ni. Jiang Ni first handed him a water glass, then offered praise and concern: "Very good, but is your hand bleeding?"

When he took the water glass, Jiang Ni noticed bloodstains on the bandage on his palm.

"A little blood, it's nothing," Tan Wen said, glancing at the blazing sun overhead after finishing his water. "Sister, I've finished all my events for today, why don't you go home first?"

Jiang Ni knew he was worried about getting sunburned, so she reassured him, "I applied sunscreen before I went out, it's okay. Let me see your hand, I just asked Feng Yin to buy me iodine and gauze, I'll re-bandage it for you."

Tan put the cup down and obediently held out his hand to her.

She gently unwrapped the gauze, bit by bit. Excessive sweat had caused the wound to become red and swollen. While applying iodine to disinfect it, Jiang Ni asked him, "How did it get like this?"

Tan asked again, "It was just an accidental scratch."

Jiang Ni looked at the wound and realized it didn't look like it had been cut by a sharp object. She knew he was lying, so she poked his palm with a cotton swab, but deliberately avoided the wound. She lifted her eyelids and seriously lectured him: "Control your temper. You're not seventeen or eighteen anymore. Don't let your emotions control your reason when something happens."

She's probably the only person who would dare to use the phrase "dog temper" so directly.

Zhao Qian and the others were delighted to see Tan Wen get scolded. They thought Tan Wen would be a little embarrassed at this point, but instead, this scoundrel acted as if he had received a reward, even putting on a high-pitched, obedient voice: "I know I was wrong, sister, don't be angry, okay?"

Those around them were astonished; even the most handsome man in the city had to be caught in a trap when it came to love.

Jiang Ni had heard him say this many times before. He would use this trick whenever he didn't want to memorize vocabulary, didn't want to do test papers, or wanted to go out and play ball with Da Guang and Xiao Rong.

But Jiang Ni was somewhat susceptible to his charm.

No, it's more accurate to say that it's hard for anyone not to fall for his act.

It's like a wild leopard that's always been unruly suddenly turning into a docile kitten, wrapping its tail around your wrist and rubbing against you and licking your palm.

Jiang Ni hummed softly, then lowered her head to continue treating his wound. She noticed that his previous knife wound hadn't left much of a scar, which put her mind at ease.

There were more events in the afternoon than in the morning. After a series of competitions, Tan Wen's school was temporarily ranked first, and the Armed Police Academy was ranked second. The two schools were only ten points apart in score.

Family members who come to watch the game in the evening must leave the school before 6 p.m. Tan Wen dropped Jiang Ni off at the school gate: "Drive carefully, sister. Send me a message when you get home."

Even after watching Jiang Ni walk away, he still couldn't get any information out of her about her "online romance".

Judging from Jiang Ni's expression, she didn't intend to bring up this matter with him.

So annoying.

If only I could monitor her phone… The thought had barely crossed his mind when he remembered something else—the GPS tracker still in her watch.

After the incident with the love potion, at Jiang Ni's request, Tan Wen removed the audio listening function from this gadget and replaced it with a vibration distress signal.

However, he couldn't bring his phone to class or training during the week, so just in case, Tan Wen sent a small software program to Yang Jiu's phone.

[Tan Gou]: Keep an eye on my sister's movements for me. If she doesn't go to the law firm or go home, call my advisor to contact me. The number is: 139***.

Yang Jiu laughed at him: "You're being too weird, meddling so much?"

[Tan Gou]: Stop talking nonsense and get things done.