Sportswoman

The courtyard is really big, although not as big as a university.

It has a grass pitch, on which a football match is currently being played, it is a pitch for 7 players. Other sports can also be played besides football on that court. I like soccer, but I'm very bad at it. My favorite player is Messi, although Maradona is also my idol, perhaps it is because I saw Messi's debut and followed his career from the beginning that I feel closer to him.

American football? Basketball? Volleyball? I don't like any other sport, although I tried to play some games I'm very bad at them, besides they made fun of my short stature.

Around the soccer field there is a running track, with some obstacles. Currently 4 girls with slightly sweaty bodies are running. I don't have a sweat fetish... but I find it hot to see those girls. Hmm, maybe I do have that fetish then. I don't know what I'll do if I really have it.

On the other side where I'm standing are the stands where there are some people watching the game or the girls running, or both, I don't know.

Now that I see it, Denis is playing football. That son of...

Denis is the captain of our soccer team, FC Frontier. He is like Dexter, only Dexter is dumber, Denis instead is cunning and a psychopath.

Denis is 190 cm tall, with a large, strong body and dark skin. He plays as a central defender for the team and is loved by everyone.

But he always...

"Hehe, but just look who we have here"

Next to me I heard a strangely familiar voice. I turned around and was surprised, Coach Bridget was standing next to me with her arms crossed and a smile that was not a smile. She is scary...

Coach Bridget has purple dyed hair tied in a ponytail that reaches the base of her neck. On her neck she has a classic coach's whistle and on the sides of her head she has a shaved head.

Thin and straight eyebrows. Brown eyes with a slightly large nose but in the shape of half a triangle. Well defined cheekbones, not sunken or greasy. Tender lips painted with violet lipstick. Small ears.

She wears completely gray, soft and tight workout clothes, which makes her well-trained body stand out more. But she doesn't show her skin, only her hands and above her neck.

E cup breasts with the smallest waist I've ever seen, I wonder if it won't break. Although Coach Bridget is healthy with all the exercise I've seen her do. One wonders how she has such a slim waist and a big butt that makes her figure look disproportionate, but at the same time makes her look hotter.

"Hey Coach Bridget, you don't know how happy I am to see you again!"

I put on a bright smile and tried to look like I was actually happy to see her, but my trick didn't seem to work.

"Shut up you damn bug! I don't want to listen to you! You're more than a week behind your other classmates and also haven't worked properly before your family's incident.

I am a coach who understands your difficulties but I am really tired of your lack of effort and responsibility. I can't let you drag the team into the Regional Triathlon that will come in just over a month, Fabricio.

If we do not win this Regional Triathlon, the school, which is recognized in the area because it does not have any big trophy like the others, will be in danger of closing because fewer and fewer students attend a distant and unknown place like this.

I will be fired and they will only leave a couple of teachers. Do you understand how serious this is Fabricio? Do you have the slightest idea?!!"

I took a couple of steps back, Coach Bridget is scary for that even though she's so hot.

But she is right, every year I see fewer new students and it would not be strange if this school had to close sometime. Although I have to admit that I really don't care about gym class and even less about the Regional Triathlon.

"Okay coach Bridget, I know this is very important for the whole school. That's why I'm going to train as best I can to be able to rank among the best, you'll see"

Although I am not interested in triathlon, that is because I have low athletic abilities, but with the gift of the Summer System and dedicated training, I believe I can have the necessary strength, endurance and speed when the time comes. With more than 2 hours of exercise a day in the gym for more than a month that would be 10 months of exercise with the help of that skill. Enough time to prepare.

"Is that so? Then show me your capabilities to everyone Fabricio. Now get on the ground and start doing 30 push-ups! That's the basics you'll need to be able to qualify in this Triathlon"

All the girls and boys from the race track gathered around to watch the fun.

I looked at Coach Bridget, but the look on her face told me that if she didn't do anything she would report directly to me. She blew her whistle

"1…" "Ghh" "...2" "I can't" "3…" "More…"

I started doing push-ups while Coach Bridget counted next to me. When I did the third push-up I felt like my arms were going to break at the slightest touch and my chest contracted very hard leaving me breathless. I'm almost dead but I only did 3 push-ups, I can't hear very well because my ears are ringing but I think everyone is laughing.

"Everyone shut up and get back to work! . Fabricio...you really are worse than a bug, you can't even do three push-ups and you think you can qualify for the Regional Triathlon. You better go to the local Gym or start working out on your own." account and a lot.

Because otherwise you would not qualify in the school tests that I will do to define the team that will go to the Regional Triathlon and that means that I will not give you extra credits. If you don't have those credits you will fail my class, I'll leave it to you that simple and clear.

Now go take a shower and then go to French class! You crap already!! I don't want to see you on my track until you get better!"

Coach Bridget walked away angrily after saying that. It seems that I really let her down, I've never seen her so angry. I'd better start training at the Gym.

I must take advantage of this enthusiasm and go to classes, then I will stop by the Gym and see the hours in which it is open…

"You're never going to pass the qualifiers…"

I heard another familiar voice behind me as I was walking to school, I thought everyone had left.

I turned around and saw Ronda walking towards me with slow steps and rapid breathing, sweat falling like raindrops down her soft, smooth dark skin.

She is brunette, with dark brown hair tied in a ponytail. Light brown eyes with thin, curved eyebrows. Small nose with slightly thick, dark-colored lips. Fat-free and defined cheeks with a fine neck. Small ears without earrings or other accessories.

She wears different sports clothes from Miss Bridget, Ronda's clothes are small, purple with white trim, and allow for better body mobility.

Thin arms. Firm C Cup breasts with pointed nipples that showed through the Sports Top.

Flat abdomen with no trace of fat marked by the intense training she does and her waist just as worked, her waist is so small that she can wrap it with just one arm.

Firm, raised buttocks, barely covered in tight, skimpy sports shorts that leave little to the imagination. Long, firm and thick legs, full of power to explode with speed at any moment.

Calves with muscle and beauty in equal measure, with feet covered in a pair of expensive-brand black racing shoes.

She has dark skin with no blemishes

Hmm, how can I describe Rhonda? In my mind, Rhonda is one of the most attractive girls, not only because of her hot and tight body, but also because of her indomitable character and personality. She likes to push herself and give her all when she wants to do something she's passionate about like next month's Regional Triathlon. It's attractive in itself to see her try so hard until she falls over.

Besides, Ronda is my age and she is from the class next to mine. From the little I know her because we always meet in Gymnastics, she has a strong character and will, she does what she sets out to achieve and strives with everything she has to achieve it. Whenever I see her she looks at me with a frown or she only speaks two words to me. She is the daughter of the Chief of Police, although I don't know what her mother's job is.

"Why do you say that? If I want I can do it"

I replied, I had motivation and I wasn't going to let Ronda destroy it without knowing me before judging.

"To be honest Fabricio, I haven't liked you since the beginning of the year. You are just like the rest of the bunch, you don't make an effort to do anything and you drag your teammates into it too.

I don't think you can pass the school tests on March 18 to define the team that will go to the Regional Triathlon on April 15 "

Ronda had an obvious disgust on her face and sincere words from her, now I understand why she didn't like her. But that will change because I have to pass the tests to get that extra credit, I'm not going to stay another year at this school.

"I can do it! And if you help me…"

I have faith that I can improve.

I'll show it to you!!

"Stop it! It's fine with me that you've gained motivation to do this, no matter where it came from. But I won't help you, I still don't believe you, if you manage to pass the tests, then you can look for me right then"

Ronda raised both hands in the air and stopped me, preventing me from asking her for help, well it's logical that she still doesn't trust me. I must first gain her trust by passing the tests on March 18 and for that I need to train a lot.

"Okay. Just wait Ronda, I'm going to qualify yes or yes!!"

I feel a fire inside me about to explode...

"Don't come near me! Disgusting!"

I only took a step forward but Ronda stepped back and yelled at me in disgust. I still have a long way to go to be a little better than someone in the crowd seems to be.

"At least you shouldn't be so honest"

Ronda left without saying goodbye, I let out a sigh when my burning passion momentarily left by her cruel words, sometimes sincere words hurt more than insults.

But none of that will stop me from getting through the year. I will follow my own path to success and with the help of the Summer System anything is possible.