Chapter 8

“Giggle, thank you for the praise, Sam.” Li Xiaojun smiled slightly and looked at me standing behind Sam.

“Class Monitor, Sam is right, you’re truly beautiful,” my heart was pounding wildly. This was the first time I’d seen a girl’s body so up close with so little clothing. Li Xiaojun was stunning. As she drew closer, I realized just how fair and tender a girl’s chest could be in real life, along with those straight, long legs. The swimsuit was so short—if only it were even shorter.

“Zihan, Sam, let’s get in the water,” Li Xiaojun gave a sweet smile that made my heart itch.

“Let’s race. Whoever reaches the other side last has to treat everyone to milk tea,” Sam gestured in front of us, grinning widely. His eyes never left Li Xiaojun. But then again, Sam was Black, and his muscles were truly impressive. Though we were around the same age, my body looked like that of an underdeveloped kid, while his was glossy, dark, and adorned with prominent chest and abdominal muscles.

For a moment, I actually felt a bit envious of Sam for having such great muscles and such a good physique.

But then I remembered he was a “nigga,” and the envy faded. We Chinese rely on our brains, and Black people just aren’t that sharp in that department.

I confidently met Li Xiaojun’s gaze, relieved to see her smiling at me from time to time.

“Plop,” I jumped into the swimming pool. The slightly cool water instantly refreshed me. Sam and Xiaojun were warming up in their respective lanes. “Ready, go!” At Xiaojun’s command, we began the race. I swam with all my might, but I saw Sam gliding forward like a manatee, pulling farther and farther away from me. This made me frantic, and I swam desperately until I finally reached the other side. As expected, Sam was the fastest, I came in second, and Li Xiaojun was last. “You two are really fast,” said Li Xiaojun, completely drenched, her swimsuit clinging tightly to her small chest. “Hehe, Class Monitor, you’re a girl after all—you’re already amazing,” I said. “Yeah, Class Monitor, Zihan is right, you’re awesome,” Sam chimed in, staring at Li Xiaojun. Sam climbed out and sat by the poolside. For some reason, his wet swim trunks tented prominently.

“Really? Hehe, thank you,” Li Xiaojun replied with a cute smile. When she glanced up at Sam, I noticed her ears turning slightly red. She turned to face the other side. “Well, I need to keep training if I want to beat you.” With that, Li Xiaojun dove into the water and swam forward.

“Zihan, the class monitor’s skin is really fair, as fair as my African girlfriend’s,” Sam licked his lips.

“Huh? Sam, your girlfriend is white?” I asked with interest. “Yeah, my girlfriend is French,” Sam glanced toward the swimming pool. “Her family does business in South Africa and settled there. We go to the same middle school,” Sam looked at me and then leaned in mysteriously. “Zihan, the class monitor has a nice figure, but her breasts aren’t as big as my girlfriend’s,” Sam whispered lustfully in my ear. “Uh ... Sam, are your girlfriend’s breasts really big?” I looked at him incredulously. “Yeah, I think they’re a bit bigger than the class monitor’s,” Sam turned his gaze back to the water. “Ah!” Suddenly, a cry came from the middle of the pool. I followed the sound and saw Li Xiaojun grabbing the lane rope used to separate the swimming lanes. “Oh no,” Sam didn’t finish his sentence before jumping into the pool. “Splash, splash,” Sam swam quickly toward Li Xiaojun. I frowned—Li Xiaojun seemed to be struggling to keep herself from sinking. What happened to the class monitor?

Fortunately, Sam swam fast and reached Li Xiaojun in no time. He held her and slowly swam back toward me. I also jumped into the pool and went over to Li Xiaojun and Sam, supporting her waist as we helped the class monitor to the edge of the pool. “What happened, class monitor?” Li Xiaojun sat by the poolside, her face slightly pale, her hands tightly gripping her feet. “Wah ... I got a cramp in my foot, wah...” The class monitor actually started crying. “Class monitor, don’t be afraid, I’m here. And Zihan is here too,” Sam crouched down and took hold of Li Xiaojun’s delicate, fair foot. “Class monitor, it’s okay, bear with it, I’ll massage it for you,” Sam said, then began rubbing the sole of her foot with both hands, kneading it gently. “Ah ... it hurts ... wah...” Li Xiaojun grabbed Sam’s hands. Since she was sitting on the ground, her thighs were spread wide apart, and Sam sat facing her. “Class monitor, it’s okay, it’ll be over soon. I often get cramps while swimming too, don’t worry,” Sam grinned at Li Xiaojun, his honest expression making even me feel a bit more at ease.