Chapter 540 Friendly Catherine
Catherine glanced at Corey and gestured for him to wait. Then, she reached out and pointed at Amelia, signaling her to step forward. Amelia immediately complied with Catherineâs arrangement and stood up.
Catherine looked at her, her lips slightly curved upwards. âHow long does it take for you to start sweating on a day like this?â
Without hesitation, Amelia replied, â On a day like this? Well, I may start sweating even without moving. Iâll be drenched in sweat just sitting there.â
As soon as she finished speaking, laughter erupted around her. No one questioned Ameliaâs words because many of them were in the same situation. In such a scorching summer, everyone would sweat even just sitting, let alone exercising.
Catherine approached Amelia and whispered a few words in her ear. âDo you understand?â
People who could get admitted to Styre University were considered highly intelligent. Moreover, Catherineâs method was relatively simple, so Amelia instantly understood. She nodded at Catherine. âIt shouldnât be a problem.â
Catherine nodded in satisfaction. â
Alright then, letâs begin!â
Except for Amelia, no one knew how Catherine would prove her theory. The next moment, Amelia simply lay down on the nearby grass.
Catherine squatted down and held onto her ankle. It turned out that Amelia was going to do sit-ups!
âWhy would Catherine make Amelia do sit-ups?â someone asked. âIf she does sit-ups on such a hot day, itâs very likely that sheâll faint on the spot.â
âOne, two, threeâ¦â Catherine counted, and Amelia followed her rhythm, doing one sit-up after another. Although the speed was slow, her posture was standard.
After completing the thirtieth sit-up, Catherine pulled Amelia up. Amelia was pleasantly surprised to find that, following Catherineâs instructions on adjusting her breathing, she wasnât tired at all. Not only was she not tired, but she also didnât sweat much.
Amelia excitedly took off her hat, displaying her face to everyone. âLook. I have hardly any sweat on my face!â
Everyone carefully observed Amelia and then astonishingly discovered that she indeed had hardly any sweat on her face. When they were running together just now, sweat was pouring down from Amelia like a faucet turned on full blast. It was truly miraculous that she had done so many sit-ups without sweating.
Amelia didnât let Corey off the hook when she noticed the change in his expression. She wouldnât let this petty man go after daring to question her idol, Catherine. She immediately bounced over to Corey, looking at him provocatively.
âYou see that? Iâm a living proof right in front of you. Is it enough? Humph!â Amelia snorted disapprovingly, her face full of mockery. âYou claim to be the top student, right? But why donât you know anything about sweat- controlling? Now youâve been proven âwrong, loser!â
Under Ameliaâs mocking, Coreyâs face turned red with shame. The living proof in front of him made him feel so ignorant.
Without the instructor even needing to say anything, Corey started running, which was a funny sight to see.
The instructor instructed the rest of the students to take a break while waiting for Corey to finish his run before continuing the training. Once everyone was seated, they gathered around Catherine, asking her about her breathing skills.
âCatherine, can you teach us? We also want to sweat less. Sweating too much makes us smelly. Even we ourselves find it disgusting!â
âThatâs right, especially during lunchtime when we canât take a shower. The smell is unbearable.â
âYeah, exactly!â
Without any hesitation, Catherine shared her methods of adjusting breathing and calming the mind with them. Those who could enter this university were the cream of the crop selected from all over the country. They were among the best in terms of mental resilience and intelligence.
After Catherine explained the methods, they quickly grasped the secrets behind them. With a bit of practice, they could master the tricks.
The students were pleasantly surprised to find that using Catherineâs breathing techniques could indeed reduce sweating.
Amelia looked at Catherine, who had willingly shared her techniques with everyone, and her admiration for Catherine instantly increased.
âCatherine, from now on, you will be my idol. Youâre truly amazing, not only academically but also knowledgeable in so many other areas.â
Catherine smiled faintly without saying a word, appearing very indifferent. The more she acted this way, the more Amelia and the others admired her.
At first, Catherineâs classmates thought she was too aloof. They heard that she was personally recruited by Professor Hartley, a top student among top students, so they harbored hostility against her from the moment they saw her. Due to her intimidating aura, her silence gave off a distant and cold feeling. It made people hesitant to approach her, thinking she was too arrogant.
After just having a conversation with Catherine, they found that she was just a bit cold in personality. In fact, she âwas a nice person. As long as they asked politely, she would respond politely. She wasnât the type of person who thought highly of herself and looked down on others.
Because of this incident, Catherineâs reputation in the class instantly improved. After all, her classmates were still students, who wouldnât hold everlasting grudges against others. They were just a bit unfamiliar with her at the beginning, but after getting to know each other, misunderstandings were cleared, and barriers naturally disappeared.
Half an hour later, Corey dragged his exhausted body back slowly and collapsed heavily on the ground. The instructor took a quick look and, seeing that he was fine, walked away, leaving Corey to rest on his own.
When Catherine caught sight of Corey lying on the ground looking miserable, âshe said a few words to Amelia.
Amelia didnât want to get involved in the first place, but she could never refuse Catherineâs requests.
Amelia approached Corey and, following Catherineâs instructions, told him about a few pressure points Catherine had instructed her to share.
âYou can try pressing on these points. It can relieve the soreness. Otherwise, you might not be able to walk tomorrow!â
Corey, knowing that Amelia was instructed by Catherine, became even more annoyed. He sneered and disdainfully cursed, âGet out of my face! Your stupid trick doesnât work on someone like me, retard!â
Coreyâs ungratefulness made Amelia furious. She turned around and returned to Catherineâs side with a sullen expression.
Catherine, seeing her upset, comforted her, âForget it. If he wants to be treated like a retard, just let him be.â
Corey himself said that it didnât work on someone like him, a retard. He seemed to have admitted that he was a retard.
After thinking for a moment, Amelia understood the deeper meaning behind Catherineâs words and couldnât help but burst into laughter.
âKathy, youâre really talented. What you said is right. Heâs treating himself like a retard!â
Amelia covered her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. The classmates around couldnât help but laugh as well.
Everyone was laughing. The only person who didnât find it amusing was Corey. His face turned red with anger, âbut he had nowhere to vent it and could only endure the discomfort.
Dylan also noticed Coreyâs expression. Looking at Corey, who was full of arrogance and ignorance, Dylan knew that Corey was overestimating himself again. The method that Catherine shared with him was the best way to relax his muscles.
âThis kid is stupid and rude,â Dylan thought. âHe deserves to be laughed at.