For Shen Fangting's reminder, Chen Yang obviously didn't take it to heart.
He was still chatting with Old Wang and Jiang Kai.
When Zheng Haowen had swum two or three hundred meters, Shen Fangting spoke again: "Chen Yang, if you don't get into the water now, you're really going to lose. Do you really plan to kneel in front of that kid and call him grandpa?"
"Wait, it should be him calling me grandpa, just wait a bit longer. I overestimated this kid's swimming speed. I reckon I should let him lead by four or five hundred meters to make the race a bit more challenging!"
Shen Fangting urged anxiously, "Stop bragging. Zheng Haowen's swimming speed has already reached a terrifying level. Even if you're faster than him, it won't be by much. You better start swimming now!"
Chen Yang helplessly said, "Alright, since you asked so sincerely, I'll do you the difficult favor and get into the water now. Let me show you the prowess of my Little White Dragon in the waves!"
