Chapter 508: Chapter 340: Just Want to Give It a Warm Ho
“I’ve heard of Jiang Ning,” Tang Fu said with a serious look in her eyes. “It’s quite frightening that he managed to twist the iron bars at the back gate of the playground to save soone.”
Zhao Jinyang was even less willing to concede, “I know about the iron bars; they’re not that thick. Any strong athlete could have done it.”
“Yan Tianpeng from Class 9 could do it.”
“How strong can one person be?”
“Tug of war tests the collective strength, not individual power. Can one person really decide the outco?” Zhao Jinyang couldn’t understand; it seed too bizarre.
Tang Fu pondered for a mont and suddenly guessed, “Is it possible that their class used a strategy, pretending to be weak at first?”
After hearing this, Zhao Jinyang thought about it and realized it might be true.
Those sons of guns in Class 8 aren’t stupid, especially Cui Yu, who had tricked him before.
Zhao Jinyang considered himself to be a Sleeping Dragon among freshn in terms of cunning.
Cui Yu, though perhaps not as cunning as him, shouldn’t be underestimated in his craftiness.
“Class 8 is too despicable, pretending to be weak when they are clearly strong!” Zhao Jinyang cursed.
“I must have my revenge!” His anger grew.
Tang Fu, feeling helpless, said, “Be more careful next ti.”
Sadly, the tug of war competition was single elimination, and there wouldn’t be a next ti for them.
…
When Xue Yuantong arrived among the crowd, the tug-of-war match between Class 8 and Class 7 had already ended.
She quickly scanned her classmates’ faces to determine the outco.
She moved next to Jiang Ning, “Not bad, a pretty nice win.”
Jiang Ning asked, “You saw?”
“Humph, saw everything crystal clear.” Xue Yuantong said proudly.
Jiang Ning thought to himself, ‘Your boasting skills are definitely top-notch.’
Class 8 advanced to the second round of the tug of war and had so ti to rest.
While the other students stayed to watch other classes compete, Jiang Ning had no interest and returned to the shade.
Underneath the canopy, there were only a few people; so benches were outside the shade, getting hot under the sun.
Later, Jiang Ning participated in two tug-of-war matches and finally didn’t pull hard in the semifinals, resulting in Class 8’s elimination.
After a while, a loudspeaker announced the start of the won’s tug-of-war, and it was ti for Xue Yuantong to head out.
“Jiang Ning, just watch, and see how I win more beautifully than you did,” Xue Yuantong said as she left.
The male classmates, particularly enthusiastic about the girls’ competition, sward to follow.
At the tug-of-war site, the sports teacher, Gu Wei, was absent, leaving Mr. Yan the director to oversee.
The opponents were the won’s teams from Class 8 and Class 2.
Dan Kaiquan stood by, gazing lovingly at Bai Yuxia’s profile.
‘You cheered for earlier; now, it’s my turn to support you.’
‘To respond to a peach with a plum.’
Dan Kaiquan wished he could compete himself and take the championship.
The lead for Class 8 was Pang Jiao.
Girls from other classes observing the competition were stunned by Pang Jiao’s burly figure, ssy hairstyle, and weathered stubble, all exuding a strong deanor.
Pang Jiao grabbed the rope, and with a fierce look in her eyes, not only the Class 2 girls, but even the nearby boys felt her nacing aura.
Their spirits were crushed.
Shi Qianjin muttered, “Why do Class 8 girls look so extre?”
To be fair, Class 8 had many beautiful girls like Bai Yuxia, Shen Qing’e, Yang Sheng, etc., but the less attractive ones also had their unique charm.
Director Yan, acting as the referee, was fair to all.
The girls from both sides stood ready at the red rope.
Director Yan stood on the rope, gaphone in his left hand, small flag in his right, his face stern with fairness.
He cleared his throat, “Ready—”
With a sharp wave of his flag, he shouted, “Go!”
Pang Jiao’s robust arms pulled hard on the rope, and the girls from Class 2 did the sa!
The rope, previously held under Director Yan’s foot, suddenly straightened upwards due to the pulling from both classes; Director Yan was still standing on it, causing him to fly into the air.
Cui Yu looked up and exclaid, “Holy shit, the teacher is ascending!”
Director Yan shot up over a ter high, extrely noticeable among the standing students, like a rocket launch.
Terrified, Director Yan felt a chill in his heart.
As he was about to crash down, Wang Longlong suddenly stepped forward, caught him in a bear hug, and steadily caught Director Yan.
Director Yan landed smoothly, his back drenched with cold sweat.
If he had really fallen, it would not have been light.
He turned and deeply nodded to Wang Longlong, acknowledging his rescue.
Wang Longlong had a naive smile typical of a student.
A bit further away, Zhang Chi was irked, thinking, “Is Wang Longlong sick? Why would you save him?”
Zhang Chi’s phone had been confiscated by Director Yan for a whole term, leading him to harbor deep resentnt, almost wishing Director Yan had been severely injured.
Despite Director Yan’s unexpected flight, the won’s competition continued.
In just three to five seconds, the outco was decided; Class 8’s won’s team won.
…
At noon, the sun was blazing hot.
Jiang Ning rode his bike, taking Xue Yuantong ho; the river dam was deserted, the black asphalt road glead under the sunlight, and the grass by the roadside was almost scorched.
As the last event of the sports day, the tug of war ca to a successful conclusion.
Class 8’s won’s team, having won the championship for the first-year groups, Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei made significant contributions, especially during the last two rounds when their opponents were incredibly resistant, leading to prolonged deadlocks.
Whenever that happened, Pang Jiao and the others would let out a roar, like thunder on plain ground, reverberating loudly and intimidating their opponents.
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