Cat Dad is Wet

Chapter 22 – Cat Dad is Wet

"Who is that guy?" One of the female track club members looked at Xiaomao in envy.

Her friends swiped through her phone and noticed the picture of Xiaomao, who was running away from a group of girls, "I remember him. I saw him several times. I think he's the first-year guy that seconded the last year's school exams?"

"Has he entered any club yet?"

"I don't know. Let's ask him when he's done running."

…

As today was not an official day, every high school student in China wore a tracksuit as their school uniform. Even Xiaomao was forced to wear one.

At first, Xiaomao didn't feel anything. But after running for a while, his body began to sweat. Soon, Xiaomao sweated bullets.

Even if it was winter, Xiaomao sweated a lot as his body pumped blood to support his muscles, and his body temperature kept rising.

The back of his tracksuit jacket and his t-shirt were drenched in sweat. Even his underwear was also wet, which made Xiaomao uncomfortable as he kept running.

Aside from the wet shirt, pants, and underwear, his legs and lungs were fine.

Slowly but surely, Xiaomao regained the senses of his legs after letting them auto-pilot him for 20 minutes. He managed to slow down to a jogging speed.

Then, he managed to stop completely. He let out a sigh of relief, but his uniform was soaked with his sweat. Soon, his clothes would be as smelly as a fish.

"Woo. That's quite a morning workout, munya."

Xiaomao used the jacket's sleeves to wipe his face. He staggered toward a faucet near the track to get some water.

But as Xiaomao was using the faucet, one of the track club girls offered him a towel.

She was a tall tanned pretty girl with thick firm thighs and a flat chest. Her short brown trimmed hair looked attractive for an athlete high school girl.

The student wore the same tracksuit uniform even though she was in the middle of her club activity. However, she tied her jacket around her waist and showed her crop top sports bra.

Xiaomao's eyes were attracted to her abs and cores, which looked more refined than his.

"Hello, Mr. Gump. Did you have fun?"

Xiaomao looked at the girl's face.

'Hmm? Wei Zhi, the Oni Valkyrie?'

He remembered her.

In his previous life, this girl was one of the famous superhero celebrities and one of the top players in Pangu Online 2. This girl stood out for her leadership, charisma, and cool look. As she used an Oni War Lord, aka an Ultra Rare NFT as her in-game character, everybody nicknamed her Oni Valkyrie.

Looking at the soon-to-be celebrity girl, Xiaomao wryly smiled as he politely accepted the white towel and cleaned his face with it. Then, he returned it to the girl.

"I'm no Forest Gump, munya!"

"Is it fashionable to end your sentence with a weird word these days?" Wei Zhi dryly laughed.

Xiaomao awkwardly averted his eyes and wryly smiled, "I have a mental disease, munya. I can't talk normally in front of people, munya."

The girl laughed and accepted the towel back, "You're a quick runner. How about joining the track and field club?"

"No, thanks, munya. I have to work part-time after school, munya."

"You sure? You just broke the world records for 400-meter sprinting and 1,000-meter sprinting just now. You can easily apply to compete in the Olympics, you know? Do you know how much an Olympic gold medalist of our country can earn? They pumped it to a million USD last time. You can even earn more than your part-time job!"

"…"

Xiaomao's heart was wavered. He thought about it as well.

However, as tempting as it was, Xiaomao shook his head, "Sorry, munya. I already have other plans."

The girl pouted, looking frustrated.

As Wei Zhi had been chatting with Xiaomao, the other clubbers on the track field rushed to him. Several men in sports gear shouted.

"Comrade, join the soccer club!"

"No! The tennis club needs you!"

"Da hell? Don't listen to them. You can thrive in the basketball club with your stamina and speed!"

Xiaomao sweated profusely. He turned tail and ran away, entering the school building.

"NUUUU! COME BACK! LET'S TALK!!"

The men chased after Xiaomao, leaving the track girl alone.

…

After the men had left, many track club girls came to talk with their captain, who had chatted with Xiaomao.

"Senior Wei. How's the prospect?"

Wei Zhi, aka the captain of the track and field club, was currently an athlete star of the school. She had won five provincial sports competitions as a full marathoner, and she was a candidate to compete in country-wide track sports competitions.

She smiled at her colleagues, "Unfortunately, he's a chunni."

"Hah?"

"I mean, he's not into sports clubs. Forget about him."

"Are we giving up on him that easily? That run just now has broken several world records!"

"I'll do something about that. You girls just concentrate on improving your time. Also, what were your grades in the last exam?"

The girls looked away as they weren't proud of their grades.

"Get back on the field or read the books, girly!"

"Boooooo."

The track girls stopped looking at Xiaomao and returned to the track field.

As for Wei Zhi, she simply sneaked a glance at the rowdy group, who had been chasing Xiaomao. She pursed her lips.

"Hmm."

Nobody knew what she had been thinking. She went back to the girl's locker room and changed her clothes.

…

Xiaomao managed to lose the sports club members by gluing himself on the ceiling like the Spiderman. After they were gone, he jumped down from the ceiling and patted his clothes.

His tracksuit jacket and pants were dirty with sweat and dust. He sniffed on it once, and he regretted it.

"Ugh. I can't enter the class like this. It reeks."

Xiaomao sneaked to the backyard of the school. He took off his jacket and t-shirt to wash them with the outdoor faucet's water.

Again, it was a bad decision. He might be able to clean the dirt and smell, but he couldn't possibly dry it before the homeroom class began.

After washing all the dirt, Xiaomao looked at his wet shirt and jacket. Then, he looked at his pants, where his groin area was still wet.

No matter how he looked at it, someone else could have misunderstood him and thought that Xiaomao had peed himself.

'I might as well go home and change my clothes. Or, should I go see a teacher and ask them if they have a drying machine?'

Xiaomao twisted the shirt and shook it, trying to dry his shirt.

DING DONG

It was 8 AM. The homeroom class would start soon.

Xiaomao groaned and walked toward the school building entrance while he wore the wet t-shirt and the jacket.

As most students had already entered their classroom, only a few students noticed Xiaomao's drenched clothes.

Xiaomao was embarrassed. He dryly smiled and embraced all the shame.

Suddenly, one of the students grabbed Xiaomao's arm and pulled him. Unfortunately for her, Xiaomao didn't budge.

Xiaomao turned around and discovered that Wei Zhi was trying to pull him somewhere. She frowned and stared at Xiaomao's thick arms.

Wei Zhi looked at Xiaomao's face and frowned, "Don't resist and come with me. I'll help you."

"…"

Currently, Wei Zhi had changed her clothes and wore a new tracksuit uniform. She had the smell of baby powder and light perfume.

Xiaomao swallowed his manly urge and shook off his immature thought. He continued to remind himself that a romantic relationship between high schoolers was a waste of precious time.

He could use that time for gaming and grinding for levels!

Still, Xiaomao obediently followed her. He kept his mental guard up against all possible seduction and temptation.

Wei Zhi dragged Xiaomao to the track club's changing room for girls. Then, she asked Xiaomao to sit on the bench and wait there.

"H-Here, munya?"

Xiaomao was nervous as he didn't like being in a female locker room alone with another girl. He was afraid that he might get assaulted soon.

Betraying his expectation, Wei Zhi tossed a new set of tracksuits and a new towel at him.

"Change to that and give me your clothes. My club has a washer machine and a dryer machine. I'll take care of that."

"O-Oh."

Xiaomao was so surprised that he forgot to munya. He obediently and happily changed his clothes.

But there was a problem. Wei Zhi was staring at him.

"Umm, could you mind, munya?"

Wei Zhi rolled her eyes and turned around, "Fine. It's not like I want to see it."

"…"

Xiaomao was relieved. He quickly changed his clothes to a new ones. Though he had to go commando as he didn't have a spare underwear.

However, the new pants and jacket were too small. He could only barely put the new polo shirt on.

"Umm, it's kinda small," Xiaomao glanced at Wei Zhi.

"That's actually my spare clothes."

"Eh?"

Xiaomao was taken aback. But before he said anything, Wei Zhi pointed out his mistakes.

"What you did this morning was a rookie sportsman's carelessness. You should have brought spare clothes if you want to work out and get sweaty in the morning."

"… I see."

Xiaomao smacked his forehead, blaming himself for testing his new power without preparation.

Next time, he would do it on holiday where nobody could see him.

Wei Zhi took Xiaomao's wet clothes and put them in the club's washing machine. Without looking at Xiaomao, she asked him the same question.

"Are you sure that you won't be joining the track and field club?"

Xiaomao shook his head again, "Sorry. I have something else to do."

"I hope it's not gaming."

Right in the black heart.

Xiaomao almost had a heart attack. He tried to change the subject, "Err… aside from joining the club, why are you helping me?"

Wei Zhi laughed, "I need you to do me a favor."

Xiaomao finally realized what was going on. Nothing in the world was free.

"I won't join your club no matter what, munya."

"Nah, it's fine," Wei Zhi grinned and turned around. She looked at the pants that Xiaomao was wearing and noticed that they were too short for Xiaomao's long legs.

She burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Oh, excuse me," Wei Zhi coughed and corrected herself, "You don't need to join my club. I only need you to join a competition instead of me since I'm in the middle of a recuperating."

"Is that necessary, munya?" Xiaomao didn't like it as he didn't want to waste his gaming time and working time.

"You won't be doing it for free. The winner of that event gets 20,000 RMB."

Xiaomao's eyes glittered when Wei Zhi mentioned the prize money, "Tell me more, munya!"