198: Chapter 197: Compelling Figure 198: Chapter 197: Compelling Figure The uncle finished his reflections here and left, and Song Yun and his group officially kicked off their day of swimming.
Because the water was a bit chilly in the morning, everyone only played briefly by the seaside.
However, by the afternoon, the sun had heated the entire ocean, and the water had turned warm and pleasant to soak in.
At this time, there was a main attraction – the chance to really see what the girls looked like in their swimsuits.
In the morning, although the girls had been wearing swimsuits, they also had clothes on outside.
But as the weather warmed up in the afternoon, they had started to take off their outerwear, revealing the most enticing parts within.
Watching all the women change into their swimwear, Song Yun put his arm around Shen Yan’s neck and said with a mischievous grin, “Now this is what I call a beach.
It’s like an undulating wave of curves.
It seems that choosing to come here was not a mistake.”
I originally wanted to go to ly, but Xiao Qin and Xiao Yin insisted on coming here.
At first, I was reluctant, but now I see I was wrong,” Shen Yan said greedily as he eyed the figures of a group of women.
“Song Yun, aren’t you coming to swim?” Li Shishi yelled from the seaside, making a megaphone shape with her hands.
“Just wait.” Song Yun replied and began to take off his T-shirt, revealing a pair of floral swim trunks beneath his shorts.
In the swimwear store, he was somehow drawn to these trunks, adorned with a few coconut trees – perhaps it was just the atmosphere of hn.
“Damn, I didn’t expect you to be so bold,” Shen Yan muttered as he saw Song Yun stripped down to only his swim trunks.
Song Yun’s muscular physique, usually hidden beneath clothes, could no longer be concealed now that he was down to his swim trunks.
His muscles were not large, but to a professional, this type of muscle meant much more strength than that of a gym-goer.
Coupled with the numerous small and large cuts on his body, he added a touch of rugged masculinity.
He also issued a challenge to those who flauntingly showed off their bodies.
The scars on your body aren’t any fewer than mine,” Song Yun said as he warmed up.
“I’m going to swim a lap first.”
“To the sea I go!” Song Yun ran toward the ocean.
Damn it, since he had been living on land after coming back, with only the occasional trip to the swimming pool, he had nearly forgotten what it was like to struggle in the sea.
Back in the days at Hunter Academy, he used to swim ten sea miles every day.
Though life was exhausting then, he now found it somewhat nostalgic.
“Splash!” Without getting used to the water temperature, Song Yun dove in once the water reached his knees, then constantly bobbed up and down, diving and playing.
“Slow down, don’t choke,” Qingluan, wearing a swim ring, called out.
She had grown up in Kunlun Mountain, where there was neither a sea nor even a decent-sized lake.
Suddenly being in the sea gave her a shiver – after all, she didn’t know how to swim, and her combat abilities in water were zero.
Drifting with the waves, she realized the formidable power of nature.
At that moment, Song Yun disappeared from sight.
Qingluan lay on the water shouting, “Song Yun, where are you?
Song Yun, where are you?”
But there was no response.
Just as Qingluan was panicking, thinking Song Yun might have perished in the sea, about twenty meters away from her, someone emerged from the ocean – it was Song Yun.
He was excitedly waving at the people on the shore.
“Come on down, I’m waiting for you here,” Song Yun yelled.
In just a short while, he had warmed up his limbs to the point where swimming more than ten sea miles would be a breeze.
“I’m coming too!” Shen Yan splashed into the sea, his dive reminiscent of a prisoner just released from jail at the sight of women.
Shen Yan swiftly swam toward Song Yun, and the two of them shuttled back and forth in the sea like fish.
Soon, however, Shen Yan’s stamina lagged while Song Yun still felt unsatisfied.
“Let’s go back to shore to rest,” Shen Yan panted.
“You should know, once those women are done playing, it’s time to apply sunscreen, and that’s the main event.”
“Smart move,” Song Yun swiftly distanced himself from Shen Yan.
Damn it, hanging out with that bastard always seemed to corrupt his thoughts.
Nonetheless, even if everything Shen Yan had said was nonsense, this point was true – who wouldn’t want to apply sunscreen to women?
After returning to shore, Song Yun walked toward his spot when suddenly, whack, a volleyball hit him on the back.
“Damn it, who threw that?” His mood soured as he had just happily emerged from the sea and was immediately struck by a ball.
He started to curse out loud but then stopped himself.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to hit you,” a woman hurried over to apologize to Song Yun.
Taking a look at her, Song Yun saw she was quite a beauty.
Glancing behind her, wow, there must have been seven or eight other beauties just like her.
Ah, his heart was too kind; he couldn’t stand to see a woman apologizing so meekly.
Hence, Song Yun graciously returned the ball and asked if they were short on players, offering his help.
The beauty gave Song Yun’s physique a look and, seeing his earnest face, laughed and said, “Alright, since you seem like a gentleman, come play with us.”
There you go, look how easily girls are fooled.
As long as you are handsome and a bit of a gentleman, pretending to be a Prince Charming, these girls will swarm to you.
Song Yun flipped his hair and thought to himself, being handsome is indeed a sin.
After joining them, Song Yun said softly to the women with a gentle smile, “Hello, I’m Song Yun, the unfortunate guy who got hit by your ball.”
His words made a good impression on the women.
After all, men nowadays tend to be too macho, and compared to them, someone humorous and witty like Song Yun was much more popular.
“Where did you get those scars?
Are they drawn on?” asked a girl, covering her small mouth in surprise.
“You can come and feel them,” Song Yun replied nonchalantly but was subsequently surrounded by the group, their hands touching his scars.
“Oh my God, your scars are actually real.
What do you do for a living?”