143: Chapter 143 The Three Sisters Who Protect Their Food

2 minutes and 01 seconds.

Relying on a fierce streak of jealousy, Guli Nazha had become the only female guest so far to break the two-minute barrier.

But this slight advantage was still a drop in the bucket compared to the big picture.

By this point, everyone understood: the seaside villa was definitely off the table.

Seven people had taken turns, and can you guess what the total score was?

13 minutes and 31 seconds!

If they still wanted to stay in the villa and get the perfect score of 100, then Lin Chen, as their final trump card, would have to hold his breath underwater for a full 4 minutes and 29 seconds!

This was simply an impossible mission.

Even his three wives, who blindly worshipped Lin Chen, dared not hold such unrealistic fantasies at this moment.

Four and a half minutes!

They had just been in the water themselves, so they knew all too well how terrifying that near-death feeling was when you reached your limit—the feeling of your lungs tearing as if they were on fire, the dizziness from brain hypoxia, and the buzzing in your eardrums.

They couldn't even handle it after holding their breath for just over a minute; what would four and a half minutes even be like?

Holding your breath is the kind of thing where the difficulty increases exponentially as time goes on.

You might be relaxed for the first thirty seconds, but after a minute and a half, every passing second is like arm-wrestling with the Grim Reaper.

The difference between two minutes and four minutes isn't just a simple doubling; it's a chasm that crosses several physiological limits!

For an ordinary person who hasn't undergone professional, hellish training, forcing themselves to hold their breath for four minutes could easily lead to brain death.

"Teacher Lin! Don't push yourself! As long as you can hold on for two and a half minutes, we can securely secure the traditional folk house!" Lei Jiayin shouted a reminder.

"Brother Lin Chen, safety first!"

"Teacher Lin, the folk house is quite good, please don't push yourself."

"Hubby, if you dare to push yourself too hard, don't even think about getting into my bed tonight!" Tong Liya was so anxious that she blurted out a harsh threat.

"Exactly! Anywhere is fine to stay; as long as I'm with you, I'd be happy sleeping on the street!" Liu Shishi hugged his arm tightly.

Everyone was trying to persuade him, fearing that Lin Chen would risk his life for a lousy game.

Lin Chen said nothing, only giving everyone a reassuring smile and nodding slightly.

He walked to his designated water basin, planted his feet shoulder-width apart in a stable stance, stretched out his arms, and performed a set of fluid, effortless chest-expansion exercises.

With a few deep and long abdominal breaths, Lin Chen felt the stale air in his lungs had been expelled.

He took one last deep breath, abruptly bent down, and submerged his entire head into the water basin.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

The fans on the periphery originally wanted to shout Lin Chen's name to cheer him on, but were stopped by the Divas Hit the Road Group members frantically gesturing at them.

They were now semi-experts and knew that absolute silence was needed when holding one's breath.

The red numbers on the large screen began to jump coldly.

Thirty seconds... sixty seconds... one hundred and twenty seconds... one hundred and fifty seconds...

When the timer steadily crossed the two-and-a-half-minute mark, smiles of relief bloomed on the faces of everyone in the Divas Hit the Road Group.

The task for the traditional folk house was secured!

However... Lin Chen in the water basin was like an old monk in deep meditation, completely motionless, with no intention of lifting his head at all.

"Holy sh*t!"

When the timer ruthlessly jumped past the three-minute mark, Song Zuer was so startled she cursed, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

Everyone present was stunned.

Three minutes! This had already far surpassed Little Yueyue's record of two minutes and nine seconds.

Moreover, looking at Lin Chen's back, which was as steady as Mount Tai without even a ripple, it was clear he was at ease and hadn't even reached his limit!

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

Everyone who had originally given up hope now felt a glimmer of unrealistic expectation rising in their hearts: could it be... that they could really go for the seaside villa?

Compared to the excitement of the others, the hearts of Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha were hanging in their throats.

They didn't care about some lousy villa or points; they only cared about Lin Chen's life!

If he suffered any harm from brain hypoxia, who would satisfy them for the rest of their lives!

...

Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha were crouching by the basin.

Three pairs of bright, watery eyes were fixed intently on the water surface, and their long, fair legs displayed alluring curves due to their crouching posture.

They were ready at any moment; if Lin Chen showed the slightest sign of distress, they would immediately pull him out of the water.

It was just a lousy variety show; there was no way they would let their husband risk his life for it.

Three and a half minutes... four minutes.

When the timer ruthlessly crossed the four-minute threshold, not only the Divas Hit the Road Group but even the production team standing behind the monitors were dumbfounded.

They had hired specialists to test this game during the planning phase.

The "perfect score line" of eighteen minutes was a theoretical value they had arrived at after countless experiments.

At the time, the best individual score from the test group was 2 minutes and 45 seconds, and the best score of eight grown men only barely reached eighteen and a half minutes.

Considering that half of the Divas Hit the Road Group were delicate female stars, they had specifically shown mercy and lowered the perfect score line by half a minute.

In their script, it was absolutely impossible for the Divas Hit the Road Group to complete this challenge.

Before Lin Chen got into the water, the lackluster performance of the first seven people had only solidified this belief for the production team.

They had even started messaging the butler of the seaside villa to cancel the booking.

But who could have guessed that Lin Chen, this freak, would actually carry the whole thing on his own!

If they hadn't seen Lin Chen's long fingers resting on the edge of the basin, still tapping lightly to the rhythm of his heartbeat with ease, they would have really thought he had drowned in the basin.

4 minutes and 10 seconds... 4 minutes and 20 seconds.

When the time jumped to 4 minutes and 20 seconds, the entire Divas Hit the Road Group erupted.

Song Zuer, like a little maniac, grabbed Song Dandan's arm and jumped up and down, the pair of budding "little steamed buns" on her chest jiggling wildly.

"As long as he holds it to 4 minutes and 29 seconds, we'll get a perfect score! Only eight seconds left!"

"Seven seconds!"

"Six seconds!"

The members of the Divas Hit the Road Group began to count down in unison.

At first, they suppressed their voices, fearing they would disrupt Lin Chen's rhythm, but as the time drew closer, they couldn't suppress the wild joy in their hearts, and their voices grew louder and louder.

"Four!"

"Three!"

By the last three seconds, even the hundreds of fans outside the safety line were screaming in unison at the top of their lungs.

"Two!"

"One!"

"Yeah!!!"

The entire venue instantly erupted into a frenzy!

The screams of the fans and the cheers of the Divas Hit the Road Group members intertwined, almost blowing the roof off the Dali City airport.

Just then, Lin Chen finally lifted his head from the water basin.

He shook his head abruptly, and his wet, tousled hair traced a sharp arc of water in the air.

Crystal-clear droplets slid down his perfectly chiseled jawline, flowed over his sexy neck, glided over his defined collarbones, and finally slipped into the collar of his white T-shirt.

The T-shirt he was wearing today was made of a thin, breathable material, and now that it was soaked through with water, it clung tightly to his body.

The perfect contours of his pectoral muscles, comparable to an ancient Greek sculpture, and his well-defined eight-pack abs, loomed under the semi-transparent fabric, full of highly aggressive masculine tension.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"He's so handsome! Help me!"

"Teacher Lin, I want to sleep with you!"

This scene was simply a walking aphrodisiac.

The female fans on the periphery went completely crazy, screaming like rutting little leopards; their voices were sharp enough to pierce eardrums, and some were even so excited they almost fainted.

The live stream's comment section was lagging so badly it turned into a slideshow.

"Holy sh*t! I'm a six-foot straight man, and I'm actually drooling over a man? Am I getting bent by Teacher Lin?!"

"Hahahaha, my Teacher Lin's damn, uncontrollable charm is truly irresistible to both men and women!"

"Don't say anything else, I'll lick these abs first as a sign of respect!"

"Amazing! Teacher Lin's muscle definition is just too perfect. That kind of 'dead muscle' from eating protein powder in the gym can't compare at all. How the hell did he train for this?"

"I can't take it anymore! I'm buying a plane ticket to Dali City right now to duel with Yang Mi and the others and fight for the right to serve him in bed!"

"Yang Mi, Dilraba, Liu Shishi, Tong Liya, Guli Nazha, you five better be sensible and abdicate to make way for others; Teacher Lin is the wealth of all mankind!"

"Teacher Lin, do you think I'm suitable? I'm a 36D, juicy, good in bed, and not clingy; I'll be your concubine for free!"

...

The members of the Divas Hit the Road Group took a while to calm down from their excitement.

Just then, Liu Shishi, Guli Nazha, and Tong Liya, as if they had discussed it beforehand, moved with surprising synchronization.

They quickly grabbed the white windbreaker Lin Chen had taken off earlier, scrambled to drape it over Lin Chen, and thoughtfully buttoned it all the way to the top, covering his alluring body tightly.

That protective look was exactly like a jealous husband afraid that his wife might show too much and be taken advantage of by others.

The genders were reversed, but the protectiveness remained exactly the same.

Lei Jiayin watched from the side, amused: "Hey, hey, hey, I must say, you three are too stingy. Teacher Lin is a grown man; what's wrong with him showing off his abs to give everyone a treat? It's not like he'll lose a piece of flesh."

Tong Liya rolled her eyes at him with great charm and lifted her chin arrogantly: "Stop trying to sow discord. My husband's body can only be seen by us sisters behind closed doors. If anyone else wants to see it, no way!"

"Boo—"

Before Lei Jiayin could reply, a uniform, wild chorus of boos erupted from the crowd of fans outside the safety line.

Lei Jiayin pointed at the crowd, gloating: "See that? That's called public outcry. You stingy girls have incurred the wrath of the masses!"

The three wives of the Lin family ignored him completely and simultaneously shot back three charming, beautiful eye-rolls.