Guo Kunnan begged in every possible way but received no response.
He put down his cell phone and sat dejectedly, his face as pale as if covered with a layer of lime powder.
"It's over. It's over."
Despair, powerlessness, paleness, having lost everything, loneliness and emptiness enveloped him.
He was like a car that had run out of gas and had broken down.
Cui Yu led Wang Longlong away from the awning. He looked at Guo Kunnan who was sitting there in a daze and lowered his voice:
"Longlong, do you think Kunnan looks like Xianglin Sao?"
Wang Longlong said righteously: "It is not good to laugh at others."
Guo Kunnan sat there for a long time, then uttered:
“Life is so boring.”
Shan Kaiquan: "Brother Nan, the meaning of life is to find meaning."
Guo Kunnan said unhappily, "I searched and searched, but in the end, nothing happened."
Ma Shicheng looked at him and wanted to comfort him, but then he thought, forget it, since Brother Nan could recover on his own anyway.
As his good brother, Shan Kaiquan wanted to watch the fun, but when he saw Nan Ge was depressed, he advised:
“Think more about what you have, instead of fantasizing about what you don’t have.”
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Guo Kunnan thought positively. Although Xu Yan ignored him, at least she didn't delete him.
When Manman broke up with him, she deleted him directly.
But Xu Yan didn't. Does it mean that there were just some minor conflicts between the two of them
Thinking of this, Guo Kunnan still held on to a last glimmer of hope.
After hope was magnified, it filled his heart. Guo Kunnan was like a rusty robot that was lubricated and could move again.
As long as she doesn't delete me, life is full of hope.
…
The men's 3000-meter long-distance race is over, and next is the class tug-of-war.
We are about to gather and everyone is very excited. Tug of war is the best competition to determine the winner between classes!
Who is weak and who is strong, the difference is clear!
Especially for male students, no one wants their class to lose badly and be called a loser.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei separated himself from a group of female classmates and came over to discuss tug-of-war with Hu Jun.
"When we play tug-of-war, we must have a strong man in the front and a fat man at the end to maximize our advantages." Cui Yu said clearly.
Hu Jun agreed: "I suggest Song Sheng be the last one and let him be the pillar of our class."
Song Sheng had been injured before, but with his size and strength, he was still a top player in Class 8.
Wang Longlong expressed his opinion: "Strategy is very important. Sun Tzu's Art of War says that the first attack is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted. We can resist the opponent's three attacks in the first place, and then make one more attack in the last place, and the victory will be ours."
Everyone expressed their views.
At this moment, Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 brought a few boys over.
"You are the ones from Class 8, right?" Zhao Jinyang really asked for a beating. He waved his hand and the strong male classmate behind him stood up.
Those male students were about 180 cm tall, strong, with powerful eyes and great intimidation.
Cui Yu: "What do you mean?"
If you look at this scene from the side, the red awning becomes a dividing line, cutting between light and darkness. The people from Class 8 are under the shade of the awning, while the people from Class 7 are in the light.
Zhao Jinyang had an unruly expression: "I've already said that your class will have a hard time in the tug-of-war competition."
"I will crush your guys' faces into the ground!"
His words were powerful and full of arrogance, and his eyes swept over the boys from Class 8 present one by one.
Zhao Jinyang hated Class 8!
Because of a bet with Cui Yu, a girl group came to their class to dance, which eventually led to a tragedy.
Zhao Jinyang's reputation in Class 7 plummeted, and someone was waiting for an opportunity to take his place. Fortunately, Zhao Jinyang was quite capable, and with his strong physique and domineering spirit, he overwhelmed the opposition.
He is still one of the top three people in Class 7 in terms of reputation.
Thinking about how he went to settle accounts with Cui Yu yesterday, these people dared to stop him.
If you don’t take revenge, you are not a man!
Cui Yu was not afraid: "What are you so proud of? Haven't you seen enough dancing?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jinyang's momentum immediately dropped a bit. He left angrily, not looking for a verbal argument, just waiting for tug-of-war to get back his ground.
Wang Longlong sighed: "Here comes with bad intentions."
Shan Kaiquan: "It doesn't matter. If an enemy comes, we will fight him. If a flood comes, we will block it with earth. Do you really think I'm afraid of him?"
Cui Yu: "Just do it and it's done."
Wang Longlong was not very optimistic. According to his observation, the boys in Class 7 were strong. The few male classmates brought by Zhao Jinyang were obviously good at sports.
Ma Shicheng said: "Don't think too much, let's line up for the tug-of-war."
Hu Jun asked: "The first position in tug-of-war is very important, who should be given it?"
Guo Kunnan recommended: "Give it to Brother Quan, he's quite strong."
Hu Jun glanced at Dan Kaiquan. It was okay, but he always felt like something was missing.
Wang Longlong looked at the lineup of Class 9 next door, where they were also discussing. Yan Tianpeng, who was 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a bear, became the focus, and everyone was circling around him.
"Brother Quan, are you sure you can withstand the pressure from Yan Tianpeng?" Wang Longlong asked.
Shan Kaiquan looked at Yan Tianpeng, then looked at himself.
Shan Kaiquan remained silent. Although he was confident, his training had not yet made him so strong that he could compete with Yan Tianpeng in strength.
He was 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms!
Yan Tianpeng will soon be twice as heavy as Dan Kaiquan.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
Ma Shicheng thought for a few seconds: "Jiang Ning, what do you think?"
When they heard the name, Hu Jun and others' eyes lit up: "I think it's okay."
Jiang Ning was not very tall, let alone strong, but everyone thought he was unfathomable, especially after he broke three records, his fame in the class was unmatched.
"Jiang Ning," squad leader Huang Zhongfei decided. "I'll talk to him before the game starts."
Next door, Wei Xiuyuan from Class 1 shouted:
"As long as we all work together, we will be invincible!"
“It’s a must!”
Wang Longlong: “It’s really lively.”
Cui Yu: "Class 1 is full of good students. They study hard every day and don't exercise. I feel that this is not good enough."
…
Campus loudspeaker: "Students from all classes please gather at the tug-of-war point."
Xue Yuantong stretched his arms and legs under the tree: "Jiang Ning, I'll show you my strength later."
Throughout the entire sports meet, she had no event where she could demonstrate her strengths, and now, it was finally her turn.
Jiang Ning: “I can’t tell.”
Indeed, it is difficult to highlight personal strength in tug-of-war.
Xue Yuantong thought to himself: "It's good that you can't see it, this is the effect we want."
"Jiang Ning, let's see who wins more beautifully?" she said.
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Ning decided to win beautifully.
…
Jiang Ning walked to the messy tug-of-war venue, and Huang Zhongfei came up to him and said, "You should be the first one to play tug-of-war."
"No problem." He didn't care where he stood.
The class teacher Shan Qingrong arrived at the scene to maintain order in the class.
Class 8’s opponent in the first round is the Class 7 that just made the noise.
The head teacher of Class 7 was also giving instructions to the students in the class.
Physical education teacher Gu Wei held a loud speaker and stood in the middle of the rope.
He shouted, "No student is allowed to tangle the rope."
"Remember, don't wrap the rope around your body, don't wrap the rope around your wrists!"
Tug of war is somewhat dangerous. As a teacher, you must avoid dangerous situations.
Gu Wei kept repeating what he said, and the students present almost memorized it.
The class teacher Shan Qingrong helped to tie the red rope. Students from both classes held the thick hemp rope, and the competition was about to begin.
This is a men's tug-of-war. Girls from both classes stand on both sides and act as cheerleaders.
This is also the first game of the first grade tug-of-war competition.
Including the three experimental classes and other classes, all were watching. There were hundreds of people paying attention, and the students who were slightly outlying could not squeeze in at all.
Jiang Ning was bathed in the gazes of his classmates, feeling unusually calm.
Opposite him was Class 7. Zhao Jinyang was very strong. He was staring at the people in Class 8, looking quite domineering.
Tang Fu, the sports committee member of Class 7, was wearing shorts, revealing a section of her long and white thighs.
Tang Fu won the championship in the long jump event of No. 4 Middle School, which shows the power of this pair of beautiful and slender white legs.
"Tang Fu, just watch carefully, I will avenge you." Zhao Jinyang said.
Cui Yu stuck his head out: "We have prepared the tactics, look at our positions!"
Wang Longlong carefully arranged the positions of his classmates based on their strengths to ensure the best formation.
Zhao Jinyang laughed loudly: "In the face of absolute power, all skills are in vain!"
The students behind him laughed along with him. The students in Class 7 were very confident, as if they had already won.
Discussions were heard outside the venue, and Wei Xiuyuan carefully compared the strengths of the two classes:
"Class 8 is a bit weak. There aren't many fat people, and no one is particularly strong."
Du Chuan commented: "I don't think highly of Class 8."
Chen Xu from Class 9 said to Yan Tianpeng: "Class 7 can barely compete with our class, as for Class 8."
He shook his head slowly.
To be honest, the strength of a class depends on how many people play around in their class. In their Class 9, as soon as the class is over, the students often play and fight in the back of the classroom, which has enabled them to develop their strength.
As for Class 8, Shen Xu often passed by Class 8 during break time and never saw anyone fighting.
The only time they had a fight was when Chen Xu had a fight with Miao Zhe from Class 8. When he thought of that time, Chen Xu couldn't help but get angry.
Thinking back to when he was in junior high school, he was able to call the shots and almost beat that skinny Miao Zhe.
Class 2, Class 3, and Class 10 also discussed Class 7 and Class 8, after all, it was their turn to compete next.
The physical education teacher is explaining the rules and the competition is about to begin.
Bai Yuxia, Chen Siyu, Shen Qing'e and others, under the instruction of the class monitor, cheered for the boys in their class.
When Zhao Jinyang saw so many pretty girls, his eyes turned green. Damn, why are there so many pretty girls in their class
Zhao Jinyang shouted, "It's useless to be so clever. You can't stand a single blow in the face of absolute power!"
The noise around him was too loud, so he could only shout.
Jiang Ning said slowly: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
His voice was not loud, but deep and powerful, and all the students present heard it.
Teacher Gu Wei raised his hand, and as he did so, the two classes of students tightened the ropes again.
Zhao Jinyang’s eyes widened with anger.
Tang Fu, the sports committee member of Class 7, watched this scene.
As the core figure of Class 7, Tang Fu knows very well that although Zhao Jinyang appears to be reckless and has only the courage of a reckless man, he is actually quite scheming.
Before the game, Tang Fu discussed strategy with Zhao Jinyang and decided on two points:
The first is to exert force first, the moment the game starts. In tug-of-war competitions of this level, whoever exerts force first will have the advantage.
The second is to ensure the rhythm. The power should move towards one rhythm. Whoever controls the rhythm will have the advantage.
With the guarantee of double advantage and the apparent power difference, how could their class lose
Thinking of this, Tang Fu looked at Yang Sheng from Class 8.
In the women's long jump competition, she and Yang Sheng were in the same group of players and reached the finals at the same time. However, in the end, she took advantage of her huge height advantage and surpassed Yang Sheng to win the championship, but in the 100 meters, she lost to Yang Sheng again.
"Ready!" the PE teacher shouted.
The whistle blew: "Stop!"
Suddenly, the venue was flooded with cheers: "Come on Class 8! Come on Class 8!"
Zhao Jinyang and his classmates from Class 7 exerted their collective strength. They leaned their bodies back and yanked the hemp ropes hard, instantly seizing the point and gaining the advantage. As they exerted their strength like crazy, the students' faces were filled with ferocity and madness!
On the other hand, Class 8 was also desperately pulling the rope. Shan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, Cui Yu and their shoes were firmly on the red track, trying to reverse the downward trend. However, overall, they were obviously inferior to Class 7, and all the students were dragged towards Class 7.
Wei Xiuyuan said: "It's not good."
Du Chuan looked at the red rope that was about to decide the winner and shook his head: "It's over."
"No, look at him, so calm!" Someone pointed at the students in Class 8.
So everyone saw Jiang Ning, who had a calm expression, among the players who were doing the fadeaway moves.
"I recognize him, Jiang Ning, who broke three sports records in a row." a classmate pointed out.
Pei Yujing in the crowd had a blank expression on her face, watching the game intently.
Class 8 is in a state of decline and cannot be saved.
Suddenly, Jiang Ning loosened the hemp rope, spread his hands, and decided to win beautifully.
"Has he given up?"
When the onlookers noticed this, they subconsciously thought that, after all, according to the current situation, there was almost no possibility of a turnaround.
Bai Yuxia was a little confused. Logically speaking, Jiang Ning was not someone who would give up easily
Geng Lu gently waved the small flag, she firmly believed that the game was not over yet.
Xue Yuantong stood outside the crowd, looking at the densely packed students in front of her. Her small figure seemed particularly insignificant.
She jumped twice on the spot while no one was paying attention, but still couldn't see it!
As Jiang Ning loosened his hands, Class 8 was at a greater disadvantage and the students were dragged away.
Wang Longlong howled, "Brother Ma, I can't stand it anymore!"
Cui Yu shouted with all his strength: "We can't lose!"
Song Sheng, who was at the end of the rope, even slightly used the leg with the steel plate just to prevent the disadvantage.
All students work hard for the glory of the class!
Zhao Jinyang grinned at the sky: "Give up, hahaha!"
So what if I broke the school record? So what if I have pretty girls cheering me on
Still can't stop them!
At this time, Jiang Ning smiled, stretched his wrists, took a big step forward, and grabbed the hemp rope with both hands again.
Tang Fu, who was watching, was confident of victory. She had a smile on her face: "It's too late now. The rhythm is already ours..."
Jiang Ning exerted a little force, and Class 8, which was originally being dragged, gradually stopped.
He pulled again, and the situation began to reverse.
Everyone in Class 7 began to move towards Class 8. In less than two seconds, Zhao Jinyang saw with his own eyes that the red rope crossed the winning and losing line.
They lost.
Tang Fu was still saying: "Rhythm is already our class 7, you guys..."
Her voice became quieter and quieter.
Yang Sheng turned his head and looked at her: "Why don't you say anything?"
Tang Fu opened her mouth: "Jiang Ning..."
That's impossible. Jiang Ning led Class 8 to victory on his own
Tang Fu just felt it was ridiculous.
Class 8 was at such a disadvantage before, was it just an act
The first tug-of-war game was over, and Cui Yu and his team celebrated enthusiastically. They won, they won!
Zhao Jinyang was dejected.
Tang Fu was puzzled: "We had all the advantages, why did we lose?"
Zhao Jinyang was even more puzzled than she was, and said indignantly, "I don't know, he just pulled us over."