Guo Kunnan begged in every possible way but received no response.
He put down his cell phone and sat slumped, his face as gray as a layer of lime powder.
"It's over, it's over."
Despair, powerlessness, paleness, loss of everything, loneliness and emptiness enveloped him.
His whole body was like a car that had run out of gas and had broken down.
Cui Yu took Wang Longlong away from the awning. He looked at Guo Kunnan who was sitting blankly and lowered his voice:
"Longlong, do you think Kunnan looks like Mrs. Xianglin?"
Wang Longlong said righteously: "It is a bad behavior to laugh at others."
Guo Kunnan sat blankly for a long time and uttered:
"Life is so boring."
Shan Kaiquan: "Brother Nan, the meaning of life is to find meaning."
Guo Kunnan said sadly: "I searched and searched, but in the end, it was all in vain."
Ma Shicheng looked at him and wanted to comfort him, but then turned around and thought, let it go. Anyway, Brother Nan can recover on his own.
As his good brother, Shan Kaiquan wanted to watch the fun, but seeing Brother Nan's frustration, he advised:
“Think more about what you have, rather than fantasizing about what you don’t have.”
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Guo Kunnan thought about the good news. Although Xu Yan ignored him, at least Xu Yan didn't delete him?
In the past, when Manman broke up, he was deleted directly.
But, Xu Yan didn't, does that mean that there were just some minor conflicts between the two of them?
Thinking like this, Guo Kunnan still has the last glimmer of hope.
After hope amplified and filled his heart, 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 ended, followed by the class tug-of-war.
We are about to gather together and everyone is very excited. Tug-of-war is the best game between classes to determine the winner!
Who is weak and who is strong, the superiority will be determined!
Especially for male students, no one wants to lose miserably in their class and be called a rookie.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei pulled away from a group of female classmates and came over to discuss the tug-of-war with Hu Jun.
"In our tug of war, we must put a strong man at the front and a fat man at the end to maximize our advantages." Cui Yu said confidently.
Hu Jun agreed: "I suggest that Song Sheng is the last one and let him be the Dinghai Shenzhen of our class."
Song Sheng has been injured before, but with his size and strength, he is still a top player in Class 8.
Wang Longlong expressed his opinion: "Strategy is very important. Sun Tzu's Art of War said that if we make a strong effort and then weaken three times, we will be exhausted. If we resist the opponent's three attacks in the front, and finally use our strength again, victory will be ours."
Everyone expressed their opinions.
At this moment, Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 brought a few boys over.
"You're the only one from Class 8, right?" Zhao Jinyang was quite unbeatable. He waved his hand and the strong male classmate behind him stood up.
Those male students were around 180cm tall, with strong bodies, powerful eyes, and extremely intimidating power.
Cui Yu: "What do you mean?"
If you look at this scene from the side, the red awning becomes a dividing line, cutting light and dark. The group of people from Class 8 is under the shade of the awning, while a few people from Class 7 are in the light.
Zhao Jinyang's expression was unruly: "I told you a long time ago that your class will have a better time during the tug-of-war."
"I will crush your people's faces on the ground!"
His words were powerful and full of arrogance, and his eyes swept over the boys from Class 8 present.
Zhao Jinyang hated Class 8!
Because of a bet with Cui Yu, the girl group was attracted to dance in their class, which eventually led to tragedy.
Zhao Jinyang's reputation in Class 7 has plummeted, and someone is waiting for an opportunity to take over. Fortunately, Zhao Jinyang is very strong. With his strong body and domineering courage, he has overcome the opposition.
He is still one of the top three most famous people in Class 7.
I think these people dared to stop him when he went to settle a score with Cui Yu yesterday.
It would be unmanly to not avenge this!
Cui Yu didn't give up: "Why are you so awesome? Haven't you seen enough dancing?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jinyang's momentum immediately dropped a bit, and he left viciously, not wanting to argue with each other, just waiting for a tug of war to regain the situation.
Wang Longlong sighed: "The person who comes here is not kind."
Shan Kaiquan: "It doesn't matter. The soldiers will stop him and the water will cover him. Do you really think I'm afraid of him?"
Cui Yu: "Just do it and it's done."
Wang Longlong was not optimistic about it. According to his observation, the boys in Class 7 grew up to be strong, and the few male classmates Zhao Jinyang brought with him looked like they were good at physical education.
Ma Shicheng said: "Don't think so much, let's line up the tug-of-war team."
Hu Jun asked: "The first position in the tug of war is very important, who should I give it to?"
Guo Kunnan recommended: "Give it to Brother Quan, he is quite strong."
Hu Jun took a look at Shan Kaiquan. It was OK, but he felt that something was missing.
Wang Longlong looked at the lineup of Class 9 next door. There was also a discussion there. Yan Tianpeng, who was 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a bear, became the focus, and others were surrounding him.
"Brother Quan, are you sure you can withstand Yan Tianpeng's pressure?" Wang Longlong asked.
Shan Kaiquan looked at Yan Tianpeng and then at himself.
Shan Kaiquan was silent. He was confident. He had not grown enough to compete with Yan Tianpeng because of exercise.
That's 1.9 meters tall and weighs more than 200 kilograms!
Yan Tianpeng will soon be as heavy as Shan 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 is not very tall, let alone strong, but everyone thinks he is unfathomable, especially after breaking three records, his class reputation is unmatched.
"Jiang Ning," squad leader Huang Zhongfei said, "I made an agreement with him before the game started."
Next door, Wei Xiuyuan from Class 1 shouted:
"As long as we all work together, we will be invincible!"
"necessary!"
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 bad."
…
Campus loudspeaker: "Students from all classes please gather at the tug-of-war point."
Xue Yuantong moved his arms and legs under the tree: "Jiang Ning, let me show you my strength later."
During the entire sports meeting, there was no event where she could show her strength. Now, it was finally her turn to take action.
Jiang Ning: "I can't tell."
Indeed, it is difficult to highlight personal strength in tug-of-war.
Xue Yuantong thought to himself: 'You can't tell it, that's the effect you want.'
"Jiang Ning, let's see who is more beautiful?" she said.
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Ning decided to win more beautifully.
…
Jiang Ning walked to the messy tug-of-war venue, and Huang Zhongfei came up to him: "You should be the first one in the tug-of-war."
"No problem." It didn't matter where he stood.
The class teacher Shan Qingrong came to the scene to maintain order in the class.
Class 8's opponent in the first round is the Class 7 that was clamoring just now.
The head teacher of Class 7 is also exhorting the students of this class.
Gu Wei, the physical education teacher, stood in the middle of the rope holding a big speaker.
He shouted: "No student is allowed to tie the rope."
"Remember, don't wrap the rope around your body, don't wrap the rope around your wrist!"
Tug-of-war has certain dangers, and as a teacher, you must avoid dangerous situations.
Gu Wei shouted over and over again, and the students present almost memorized it.
Class teacher Shan Qingrong helped 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, with girls from both classes standing on both sides, acting as cheerleaders.
This is also the first game of the high school tug-of-war division.
Including the three experimental classes and other classes, they were all watching. Hundreds of people were paying attention, and students from the outer periphery couldn't squeeze in at all.
Jiang Ning was bathed in the gazes of the surrounding classmates, feeling unusually calm.
Opposite him was Class 7. Zhao Jinyang was very strong. He was glaring at Class 8 people with a very domineering look.
Tang Fu, the physical education committee member of Class 7, was wearing shorts, and a part of her thigh exposed underneath was long and white.
Tang Fu won the championship of No. 4 Middle School in the long jump event. This shows the power of these beautiful and slender white legs.
"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!"
Wang Longlong carefully arranged the positions according to the strength of the students in the class to ensure the best formation.
Zhao Jinyang laughed loudly: "In the face of absolute power, all skills are in vain!"
A group of classmates behind him laughed. The students in Class 7 were very confident and seemed to have won.
There was a discussion outside the court, and Wei Xiuyuan carefully compared the strengths of the two classes:
"Class 8 is a bit weaker, there are not many fat people, and there are no particularly strong people."
Du Chuan commented: "I'm 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 in the class making trouble. In Class 9, as soon as class is over, the students often play around in the back of the class, making all kinds of noises.
Practiced it.
As for Class 8, Shen Xu often passed by Class 8 during recess time and never saw anyone making trouble.
The only time they had a 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.
I remember that when he was in junior high school, he was a master of all things, and he almost didn't beat the 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 game will start soon.
Bai Yuxia, Chen Siyu, Shen Qing'e and others, under the instructions of the class monitor, cheered for the boys in their class.
When Zhao Jinyang saw so many good-looking girls, his eyes turned green. Damn it, why are there so many good-looking girls in their class?
Zhao Jinyang roared: "It's useless to be clever, you are vulnerable to absolute power!"
The noise around him was so loud that he could only yell.
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 with his movement, the two classes of students tightened their grip on the rope again.
Zhao Jinyang's eyes widened angrily.
Tang Fu, the sports committee member of Class 7, watched this scene.
As the core figure of Class 7, Tang Fu knew very well that Zhao Jinyang looked reckless and seemed to have only the courage of a reckless man, but in fact he was quite scheming.
Before the game, Tang Fu discussed strategy with Zhao Jinyang and decided on two points:
The first is to exert force first, exerting force at the beginning of the game. In this level of tug-of-war, whoever exerts force first will have the advantage.
The second is to ensure the rhythm. The force moves towards a certain rhythm. Whoever controls the rhythm will have an advantage.
With the guarantee of double advantages, plus the apparent difference in power, what did their class have to lose?
Thinking like 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 finals at the same time. However, in the end, she took advantage of her height and surpassed Yang Sheng to win the championship. However, she lost to Yang Sheng again in the 100 meters.
Yang Sheng.
"Get ready!" the physical education teacher shouted.
Whistle: "Hugh!"
Suddenly, the overwhelming sound of cheering flooded the venue: "Come on, Class 8! Come on, Class 8!"
Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 made a collective effort. They leaned back and tugged at the hemp rope, instantly grabbing the point and gaining the advantage. As they exerted such crazy force, the faces of the students were full of ferocity and madness!
On the other hand, Class 8 also pulled the rope desperately. Shan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, and Cui Yu stepped on the red track with their shoes, trying to save the decline. However, overall, they were obviously not as good as Class 7. All the students were pushed to 7.
Drag it in the direction of the class.
Wei Xiuyuan said: "It's not good."
Du Chuan looked at the red rope that was about to determine the winner and shook his head: "It's over."
"No, look at him, he's so calm!" Someone pointed at the student in Class 8.
Then everyone saw Jiang Ning, who looked dull among the players who were leaning back.
"I recognize him, Jiang Ning, who broke three sports records in a row." A classmate pointed out.
Pei Yujing in the crowd was expressionless and focused on watching the game.
Seeing that the decline of Class 8 is irreversible.
Suddenly, Jiang Ning let go of the hemp rope, spread his hands, and decided to win more beautifully.
"Has he given up?"
After the onlookers noticed it, they subconsciously thought that after all, according to the current situation, there was almost no possibility of a comeback.
Bai Yuxia was a little confused. Logically speaking, Jiang Ning was not someone who gave up easily?
Geng Lu waved the small flag gently, she firmly believed that the game was not over yet.
Xue Yuantong was outside the crowd, looking at the dense crowd of students in front of her. Her small figure seemed particularly small.
She took advantage of no one's attention and jumped twice on the spot, but she still couldn't see it!
As Jiang Ning released 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 yelled with all his strength: "Can't lose!"
Song Sheng, who was last on the hemp rope, even slightly used the leg on which the steel plate was placed, just to block the disadvantage.
All students work hard for the glory of the class!
Zhao Jinyang smiled ferociously at the sky: 'Give up, hahaha!'
So what if you break the school record? So what if you have beautiful girls cheering you on?
It’s not like we can’t stop them!
At this time, Jiang Ning smiled, moved his wrists, took a big step forward, and grabbed the hemp rope again with both hands.
Tang Fu, who was watching, was confident of winning. 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.
Everyone in Class 7 began to move towards Class 8. In less than two seconds, Zhao Jinyang saw with helpless eyes that the red rope crossed the winning or losing line.
They lost.
Tang Fu was still saying: "The rhythm is already that of our Class 7, you..."
Her voice became quieter and quieter.
Yang Sheng turned to look at her: "Why don't you say anything?"
Tang Fu opened her mouth: "Jiang Ning..."
It's impossible, right? Jiang Ning single-handedly led Class 8 to victory?
Tang Fu only felt ridiculous.
Class 8 was so disadvantaged before, is it still acting?
After the first tug-of-war, Cui Yu and the others celebrated warmly, they won, they won!
Zhao Jinyang was dejected.
Tang Fu wondered: "Didn't you have the advantage? Why did you lose?"
Zhao Jinyang was even more puzzled than she was, and said with an angry face: "I don't know, he just pulled us and passed."
