Rebirth Daily Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 339 Tug of War
Guo Kunnan begged in every possible way, but got no response.

He put down his cell phone and sat slumped, his face pale, as if coated with a layer of lime powder.

"It's over, it's over."

Desperation, powerlessness, paleness, loss of everything, loneliness and emptiness enveloped him.

His whole body, like a car running out of gas, broke down.

Cui Yu took Wang Longlong away from the awning, he looked at Guo Kunnan who was sitting stunned, and lowered his voice:

"Longlong, do you think Kunnan looks like Mrs. Xianglin?"

Wang Longlong said righteously: "It is bad behavior to laugh at others."

Guo Kunnan sat blankly for a long time, and spit out a sentence:

"Life is so boring."

Shan Kaiquan: "Brother Nan, the meaning of life lies in finding meaning."

Guo Kunnan said in dismay: "I searched and searched, but in the end, nothing came of it."

Ma Shicheng looked at him, wanting to comfort him, but then he turned his head and thought, forget it, Brother Nan can recover on his own anyway.

As his good brother, Shan Kaiquan wanted to watch the excitement, but he could see that Brother Nan was depressed, so he persuaded:
"Think more about what you have, not about what you don't have."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Guo Kunnan thought about the good things, although Xu Yan ignored him, at least Xu Yan didn't delete him?
In the past, Manman broke up and deleted him directly.

However, Xu Yan didn't, does it mean that there was just some small conflict between the two of them?

Thinking this way, Guo Kunnan still had his last hope.

After hope was magnified, it filled his heart, and Guo Kunnan was like a rusty robot. After being lubricated, he 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 the class tug-of-war is next.

We are about to gather, everyone is very excited, tug-of-war is the best competition between classes to determine the winner!
Whoever is weak and who is strong, compete with each other!
Especially for male students, no one wants to lose miserably in their class and be called a rookie.

Class monitor Huang Zhongfei withdrew from a group of female students and came over to discuss the tug-of-war with Hu Jun.

"In our tug-of-war, we must put a strong man in the front, and put a big fat man at the end, so as to maximize our advantages." Cui Yu said clearly.

Hu Jun agreed: "I suggest that Song Sheng be the last one, and let him be the Dinghaishenzhen of our class."

Song Sheng was injured before, but his size and strength, he is still a first-class player in Class 8.

Wang Longlong expressed his opinion: "Strategy is very important. Sun Tzu's Art of War said that one effort will be exhausted again and again. We will resist the opponent's attack for three times in the front, and then we will make another effort at the end. The victory will be ours."

Everyone has seen each other.

At this moment, Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 brought a few boys over.

"You are in class 8, right?" Zhao Jinyang was quite in need of a beating. He waved his hand, and the strong male student behind stood up.

Those male students were about 180 in height, strong in stature, powerful in their eyes, and extremely deterrent.

Cui Yu: "What do you mean?"

If you look at the scene from the side, the red awning becomes a dividing line, cutting light and darkness. A group of people from Class 8 are under the shade of the awning, while several people from Class 7 are in the light.

Zhao Jinyang had an unruly expression: "I have already said that the tug-of-war competition is more enjoyable than your class."

"I will crush the faces of your people on the ground!"

His words were powerful and full of arrogance, and his eyes swept across the boys in class 8 present one by one.

Zhao Jinyang hated Class 8 so much!
Because of a bet with Cui Yu, the girl group was attracted to dance in their class, which eventually led to a tragedy.

Zhao Jinyang's reputation in class 7 has plummeted, and someone is waiting for the opportunity to take the position. Fortunately, Zhao Jinyang is strong. With his strong body and domineering courage, he overwhelmed the opposition.

Now, he is still among the top three people in Class 7.

Thinking that he asked Cui Yu to settle accounts yesterday, these people dared to stop him.

If you don't take revenge, you are not a man!
Cui Yu didn't hesitate: "What are you crazy about, haven't you watched enough dancing?"

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Jinyang's momentum immediately slipped a bit, and he left viciously, not trying to argue with words, just waiting for the tug-of-war to find the place.

Wang Longlong sighed: "The visitor is not kind."

Shan Kaiquan: "It doesn't matter, soldiers will block you, water will cover you, do you really think I'm afraid of him?"

Cui Yu: "Just do it and you're done."

Wang Longlong was not very optimistic. According to his observation, the boys in class 7 grew up strong, and the few male students brought by Zhao Jinyang seemed to be good at physical education.

Ma Shicheng said: "Don't think too much, let's line up the tug-of-war team."

Hu Jun asked: "The first position in the tug-of-war is very important, to whom?"

Guo Kunnan recommended: "Give it to Brother Quan, he is quite strong."

Hu Jun took aim at Shan Kaiquan, it's okay, but he always felt that something was missing.

Wang Longlong looked at the lineup of class 9 next door, and there was also discussion there. Yan Tianpeng, who was 1 meters tall and as strong as a bear, became the focus, and others circled around him.

"Brother Quan, are you sure you can resist Yan Tianpeng's pressure?" Wang Longlong asked.

Shan Kaiquan looked at Yan Tianpeng, and then at himself.

Shan Kaiquan was silent, his self-confidence was self-confidence, he had not swelled up to the point where he could compete with Yan Tianpeng because of the exercise.

It was 1 meters tall and weighed more than 9 kilograms!
Yan Tianpeng will soon be twice as important as Shan Kaiquan.

Everyone fell into silence for a moment.

Ma Shicheng thought for a few seconds: "Jiang Ning, how are you doing?"

Hearing this name, Hu Jun and others' eyes lit up: "I think it's okay."

Jiang Ning is not very tall, let alone strong, but everyone thinks that he is unfathomable, especially after breaking three records, his class reputation is unmatched.

"Jiang Ning." Squad leader Huang Zhongfei made the decision, "I'll make an agreement with him before the game starts."

Next door, Wei Xiuyuan from Class 1 shouted:

"As long as all of us are twisted together, we are invincible!"

"necessary!"

Wang Longlong: "It's really lively."

Cui Yu: "Class 1 is full of good students, studying hard every day, and not exercising, I feel bad."

……

Campus horn: "Students from all classes please gather at the tug-of-war point."

Xue Yuantong stretched his arms and legs under the tree: "Jiang Ning, let me show you my strength later."

Throughout the Games, she had no events in which she could show her strength. Now, it was finally her turn to make a move.

Jiang Ning: "I can't tell."

Indeed, tug-of-war is difficult to highlight personal strength.

Xue Yuantong said in his heart: "You're right if you can't see it, this effect is what you want." '

"Jiang Ning, who shall we win?" she said.

"Okay, no problem." Jiang Ning decided to win beautifully.

……

When Jiang Ning walked to the messy tug-of-war field, Huang Zhongfei came up to meet him: "You should be the first one in the tug-of-war."

"No problem." He didn't care where he stood.

Head teacher Shan Qingrong came to the scene to maintain order in the class.

Class 8's opponent in the first round was precisely Class 7 who had just clamored.

The head teacher of class 7 is also exhorting the students in this class.

Gu Wei, the physical education teacher, held a big horn and stood between the ropes.

He yelled, "No student is allowed to wrap the rope."

"Remember, don't wrap the rope around your body, don't wrap the rope around your wrist!"

Tug-of-war is dangerous. As a teacher, you must avoid dangerous situations.

Gu Wei shouted repeatedly, and the students present almost memorized it.

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, and girls from both classes stand on both sides and act as cheerleaders.

This is also the first match of the tug-of-war competition in the first year of senior high school.

Including 3 experimental classes, and other classes, all were onlookers, with hundreds of people paying attention, and the students who were slightly outside could not squeeze in at all.

Jiang Ning was bathed in the eyes of the students around him, and was extremely calm.

Opposite him is Class 7, Zhao Jinyang is very strong, and he is quite domineering as he stares at Class 8.

Tang Fu, the sports committee member of Class 7, was wearing shorts, with a section of thigh exposed underneath, which was long and white.

In the long jump event, Tang Fu won the championship of the No. [-] High School. From this, it can be seen that this pair of beautiful and slender white legs possesses strength.

"Tang Fu, watch carefully, I will avenge you." Zhao Jinyang said.

Cui Yu stretched out his head: "We have prepared our tactics, look at our positions!"

According to the strength of the students in the class, Wang Longlong carefully arranged the positions to ensure the best formation.

Zhao Jinyang laughed loudly: "In the face of absolute power, all skills are futile!"

The students behind him laughed, and the students in Class 7 were very confident, as if they had won.

There were discussions outside the court, and Wei Xiuyuan carefully compared the strengths of the two classes:

"Class 8 is weaker, there are not many fat people, and there are no particularly strong people."

Du Chuan commented: "I am not optimistic about Class 8."

Shen 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, whether a class is strong or not depends on whether there are many people fighting in their class. They are Class 9. When the class is over, the students often play around behind the class. It worked out.

As for Class 8, Shen Xu often passed by Class 8 during get out of class hours, and never saw anyone making trouble.

The only fight was when Shen Xu had a fight with Miao Zhe from Class 8. Thinking of that time, Shen Xu couldn't help but get angry.

Thinking about how he used to be in junior high school, calling the wind and calling the rain, he almost never beat that thin Miao Zhe.

Class 2, Class 3, and Class 10 are also discussed around Class 7 and Class 8. After all, it's their turn to compete next.

The physical education teacher is explaining the rules, and the game will start soon.

Bai Yuxia, Chen Siyu, Shen Qing'e and the others cheered for the boys in their class under the monitor's instructions.

When Zhao Jinyang saw so many good-looking girls, his eyes turned green. Damn, why are there so many good-looking girls in his class?
Zhao Jinyang roared: "It's useless to be clever in the flowery, and it's vulnerable to absolute power!"

The surrounding noise was too loud, and he could only roar out.

Jiang Ning said slowly: "Coincidentally, I thought so too."

His voice was not loud, but it was deep and powerful, and all the students present heard it.

Teacher Gu Wei raised his hand, and with his movement, the students from the two classes clenched the rope again.

Zhao Jinyang's eyes widened with anger.

Class 7 sports committee member Tang Fu watched this scene.

As the core figure of Class 7, Tang Fu knows that Zhao Jinyang looks reckless on the outside and seems to have the courage of a reckless man, but in fact he is quite scheming.

Before the competition, Tang Fu discussed the strategy with Zhao Jinyang, and decided on two points in total:

One is to be the first to exert force, and to exert force at the beginning of the game. In this level of tug-of-war competition, whoever exerts force first will have the advantage.

The second is to ensure the rhythm, and the strength moves towards a rhythm. Whoever controls the rhythm has an advantage.

With the guarantee of double advantages, plus the apparent power difference, what do they have to 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 and reached the final at the same time. But in the end, she took advantage of her height and surpassed Yang Sheng to win the championship. But in the 100 meters, she lost to Yang Sheng again. St.

"Get ready!" shouted the physical education teacher.

Whistle: "Hoo!"

Immediately, the overwhelming sound of cheering flooded the field: "Come on, Class 8! Come on, Class 8!"

Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 exerted their strength collectively. They leaned back and yanked the hemp rope, grabbing the spot in an instant and gaining the upper hand. Under the situation of crazily exerting force, the faces of the students were full of ferocity and madness!

On the other hand, Class 8 was also desperately pulling the rope. Shan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, and Cui Yu stepped on the red runway with their shoes desperately, trying to stop the decline, but overall, it was obviously not as good as Class 7. Drag it in the direction of the class.

Wei Xiuyuan said, "It's not very 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, he's so calm!" Someone pointed at the students in Class 8.

So everyone saw Jiang Ning with a flat face among the backward players.

"I recognize him, Jiang Ning, who broke the record in three consecutive sports games." Some students pointed out.

Pei Yujing, who was in the crowd, was expressionless and concentrated on watching the game.

Seeing the decline of class 8, it is irretrievable.

Suddenly, Jiang Ning let go of the hemp rope, he spread his hands, and he decided to win beautifully.

"Has he given up?"

After the onlookers noticed, they subconsciously thought that, after all, according to the current situation, there was almost no possibility of a comeback.

Bai Yuxia was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, isn't Jiang Ning someone who gives up lightly?

Geng Lu gently waved the small flag, she firmly believed that the game was not over yet.

Xue Yuantong was outside the crowd, looking at the densely packed students in front of her, her small figure seemed extraordinarily small.

While no one was paying attention, she jumped on the spot twice, but she still couldn't see it!

As Jiang Ning let go of 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: "I can't lose!"

Song Sheng, who was last on the hemp rope, even slightly used the leg where the steel plate was placed, just to block the disadvantage.

All the students are working hard for the glory of the class!

Zhao Jinyang grinned at the sky: "Give up, hahaha!" '

So what about breaking the school record?So what if there are pretty girls cheering on?

Still can't stop them!

At this time, Jiang Ning smiled, moved his wrist, took a big step forward, and grabbed the hemp rope with both hands again.

The onlookers, Tang Fu, held the winning ticket, and 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, who was originally being dragged, gradually stopped.

He pulled again, and the situation began to reverse.

The people in Class 7 started to move towards Class 8. In less than two seconds, Zhao Jinyang watched helplessly as the red rope crossed the winning-losing line.

They lost.

Tang Fu was still saying: "The rhythm is already from our Class 7, you..."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

Yang Sheng turned to look at her: "Why didn't you say anything?"

Tang Fu opened her mouth: "Jiang Ning..."

Impossible, Jiang Ning won Class 8 by himself?
Tang Fu only felt it was ridiculous.

Class 8 was so disadvantaged before, is it acting?
After the first tug-of-war, Cui Yu and the others celebrated warmly, they won, they won!

Zhao Jinyang was downcast.

Tang Fu wondered: "Didn't you have the advantage, why did you lose?"

Zhao Jinyang was more puzzled than she was, and said with a full face: "I don't know, he just dragged us and passed."

(End of this chapter)