Guo Kunnan begged in every possible way, but received no response.

He put down his phone and sat down, his face pale, as if he had been coated with 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, like a car without gas, broke down.

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

"Long Long, do you think Kun Nan looks like Xianglin's sister-in-law?"

Wang Longlong said righteously: "It is not good to laugh at others."

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

"Life is boring."

Shan Kaiquan: "Brother Nan, the meaning of life is to find meaning."

Guo Kunnan said, "I searched and searched, but in the end, it was empty."

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

Shan Kaiquan, as his good brother, although he wanted to see the excitement, it could be seen that Nan Ge was depressed, and he persuaded:

"Think more about what you have, not what you don't have."

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

Guo Kunnan thought about it in a good place, although Xu Yan ignored him, but at least Xu Yan didn't delete him?

In the past, Man Man broke up and deleted him directly.

However, Xu Yan didn't, does it mean that there are just some small contradictions between the two people?

Thinking like this, Guo Kunnan still has the last glimmer of hope.

After the hope was magnified, it filled his heart, Guo Kunnan was like a rusty robot again, lubricated, and he could move again.

As long as she doesn't delete me, life is full of hope.

……

The men's 3,000-meter run ended, followed by the class tug-of-war.

Coming together, everyone is very excited, tug-of-war is the best competition between the classes, the winner and the loser!

Whoever is weak and who is strong, the superior and the inferior will stand up!

Especially for male classmates, no one wants to lose badly in their class, and they are called rookies.

Class leader Huang Zhongfei pulled away from a bunch of female classmates and came over to discuss tug-of-war with Hu Jun.

"We must make a strong man in the front of the tug-of-war, and put a big fat man at the end to maximize our advantages." Cui Yu's head is the way.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

With a strong body and domineering courage, he suppressed the opposition.

He is still in the top three in Class 7 in terms of fame.

Thinking that he was settling accounts with Cui Yu yesterday, these people dared to stop him.

Not revenge is not a man!

Cui Yu didn't hesitate: "What are you bullish, haven't you seen enough dancing?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jinyang's momentum immediately slipped a few points, and he left viciously, not trying to fight with words, just waiting for the tug-of-war to find the field.

Wang Longlong sighed, "The one who came is not good."

Shan Kaiquan: "It doesn't matter, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it, am I really afraid of him?"

Cui Yu: "It's done."

Wang Longlong is not very optimistic, according to his observation, the boys in class 7 are strong, and the few male classmates brought by Zhao Jinyang are good at learning sports.

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

Hu Jun asked, "The first position of the tug-of-war is very important, who will it be handed over?"

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

Hu Jun glanced at Shan Kaiquan, it could be, but he always felt that something was missing.

Wang Longlong looked at the lineup of Class 9 next door, where there was also a discussion, Yan Tianpeng, who was 1.9 meters tall and strong as a bear, became the focus, and others circled around him.

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

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

Shan Kaiquan was silent, self-confidence was self-confidence, he had not yet swelled to the extent that he could compete with Yan Tianpeng because of exercise.

That's 1.9 meters tall and more than 200 pounds!

Yan Tianpeng immediately had two heavier than Shan Kaiquan.

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

Ma Shicheng thought for a few seconds: "Jiang Ning, what's wrong?"

Hearing this name, Hu Jun and the 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, the reputation of the class is unmatched.

"Jiang Ning." Class leader Huang Zhongfei clapped, "I said hello to him before the game started."

Next door, Wei Xiuyuan from Class 1 shouted:

"As long as all of us are twisted into a rope, we are invincible!"

"A must!"

Wang Longlong: "It's so lively."

Cui Yu: "Class 1 is full of good students, studying every day, and if I don't exercise, I don't feel good."

……

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

Xue Yuantong moved his little arms and legs under the tree: "Jiang Ning, wait a minute, let you see my strength."

In the whole sports meeting, she didn't have any projects that she could give full play to, and now, it was finally her turn to make a move.

Jiang Ning: "I can't see it."

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

Xue Yuantong said in his heart: "It's right if you can't see it, that's what you want."

"Jiang Ning, who are we more beautiful than win?" She said.

"Okay, no problem." Jiang Ning decided to win a little pretty.

……

Jiang Ning walked to the messy tug-of-war venue, and Huang Zhongfei greeted him: "Tug-of-war, you stand first."

"No problem." It didn't matter where he stood.

The head teacher, Shan Qingrong, was present to maintain order in the class.

The opponent in the first round of Class 8 is the Class 7 that was clamoring just now.

The homeroom teacher of Class 7 is also telling the students in this class.

Gu Wei, the physical education teacher, held a big horn and stood in the middle of the rope.

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

"Remember, don't you wrap the rope around your body, you 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 repeatedly, and the students present were about to memorize it.

Class master

Ren Shan Qingrong helped tie the red rope, and the students of both classes held the thick hemp rope, and the game was about to start.

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 tug-of-war in the first year of high school.

Including 3 experimental classes, and other classes, all onlookers, hundreds of people are paying attention, and slightly peripheral students can't squeeze in at all.

Jiang Ning bathed in the gazes of the surrounding classmates, unusually calm.

Opposite him was Class 7, Zhao Jinyang was very strong, and at this time he was staring at Class 8, which was quite domineering.

Tang Fu, the sports commissioner of class 7, was wearing shorts, and the thigh exposed underneath was long and white.

Tang Fu won the championship in the long jump, which shows the strength of these beautiful and slender white legs.

"Tang Fu, take a good look, I will avenge you." Zhao Jinyang said.

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

According to the strength of the classmates, Wang Longlong carefully arranged the position to ensure the best formation.

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

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

There was a discussion outside the venue, and Wei Xiuyuan carefully compared the strength of the two classes:

"Class 8 is a little 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 of Class 9 said to Yan Tianpeng, "Class 7 can barely fight with our class, as for Class 8."

He shook his head slowly.

To be honest, whether a class is strong or not, it depends on how many people in their class usually make trouble, they are in class 9, as soon as class is over, the students often play in the back of the class, all kinds of fights, and their strength has been practiced early.

As for Class 8, Shen Xu often passes by Class 8 at the end of class, and he has never seen anyone fighting.

The only time there was a fight, it was Shen Xu and Miao Zhe of Class 8 who had a fight, and when he thought of that time, Shen Xu couldn't help but get angry.

thinks that he used to be in the middle school of the world, calling for wind and rain, and he almost didn't beat that skinny Miao Zhe.

Class 2, Class 3, Class 10, also around Class 7 and Class 8, after all, it will be their turn to compete.

The PE teacher is explaining the rules, and the game will start immediately.

Bai Yuxia, Chen Siyu, and Shen Qing'e, under the advice of the class leader, cheered for the boys in their class.

When Zhao Jinyang saw so many good-looking girls, his eyes were green, damn, why are there so many good-looking girls in their class?

Zhao Jinyang roared: "It's useless to be clever in flowers, in the face of absolute power, it is vulnerable!"

The noise around him was so loud that he could only shout.

Jiang Ning said slowly, "Coincidentally, I think 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 movements, the two classes of students tightened the rope again.

Zhao Jinyang's eyes widened angrily.

Class 7 Sports Committee Member Tang Fu, watching this scene.

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

Before the game, Tang Fu discussed the strategy with Zhao Jinyang, and determined a total of two points:

The first is to take the lead, the moment the game starts, this level of tug-of-war, who strikes first, who can take the advantage.

The second is to ensure the rhythm, the power goes towards a rhythm, and whoever controls the rhythm has an advantage.

With the guarantee of double superiority, plus the apparent difference in strength, what will they lose?

Thinking so, Tang Fu looked at Yang Sheng in Class 8.

In the women's long jump competition, she and Yang Sheng were in the same group of players, and they reached the final at the same time, but in the end, she had a huge advantage in height, surpassed Yang Sheng, and won the championship, but in the 100 meters, she lost to Yang Sheng.

"Ready!" The PE teacher shouted.

Whistle: "Hugh!"

Suddenly, the overwhelming sound of cheering flooded the venue: "Come on Class 8!" Come on for Class 8!"

Class 7 Zhao Jinyang and the others collectively exerted their strength, they leaned back, pulled the hemp rope on the ground, instantly grabbed the point, occupied the advantage, and used crazy force, the students' faces were full of hideousness and madness!

On the other hand, on the side of Class 8, they also desperately pulled the rope, Shan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, and Cui Yu stepped on the red runway desperately, trying to hold back the decline, but on the whole, it was obviously inferior to Class 7, and a group of students were dragged in the direction of Class 7.

Wei Xiuyuan said, "It's not good."

Du Chuan looked at the red rope that was about to be decided, and shook his head: "It's over."

"No, look at him, so determined!" Someone pointed to Class 8 students.

So everyone saw that among the backward players, Jiang Ning had a flat face.

"I know him, Jiang Ning, who broke the record of three games in a row." Some students pointed out.

Pei Yujing in the crowd was expressionless, concentrating 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 a little prettier.

"Did he give up?"

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

Bai Yuxia was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that Jiang Ning is not a person who gives up lightly?

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

Xue Yuantong was outside the crowd, looking at the dense students in front of her, her small figure looked extremely small.

She jumped twice on the spot while people weren't paying attention, 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!"

Cui Yu shouted with all his strength: "You can't lose!"

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

All students work hard for the glory of the class!

Zhao Jinyang smiled at Tianluo: "Give up, hahaha!"

What about breaking school records? What about a beautiful girl?

It's not that they can't be stopped!

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

Tang Fu, who was watching, had a smile on her face: "It's late now, and the rhythm is already our ......."

Jiang Ning exerted a little force, and the 8th class, which was originally dragged, gradually stopped.

He pulled again, and the tide began to turn.

The group of people in class 7 began to move towards class 8, and in less than two seconds, Zhao Jinyang saw that the red rope crossed the line of winning and losing.

They lost.

Tang Fu was still saying, "The rhythm is already in our 7th class, you..."

Her voice grew quieter.

Yang Sheng turned his head to look at her: "Why don't you say it?"

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

Impossible, Jiang Ning won Class 8 with his own strength?

Tang Fu only felt ridiculous.

Class 8 was so disadvantaged before, is it acting?

After the first tug-of-war match, Cui Yu and they celebrated warmly, they won, they won!

Zhao Jinyang hung his head.

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

Zhao Jinyang was even more puzzled than her, and said with a face full of anger, "I don't know, he dragged us over."