Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation
Chapter 507 - 339 Tug of War_2

"Of course!"

Wang Longlong: "It's really lively."

Cui Yu: "Class 1 is full of good students, they study all day and don't exercise; I don't think they can handle it."

...

School loudspeaker: "All students please gather at the tug-of-war spot."

Xue Yuantong, stretching under a tree: "Jiang Ning, just wait and see my strength."

The entire sports day, she hadn't had a chance to show her strength yet, but now, it was finally her turn.

Jiang Ning: "Can't tell."

Indeed, tug-of-war hardly highlighted individual strength.

Xue Yuantong thought to herself, 'You can't tell, and that's exactly what I want.'

"Jiang Ning, shall we see who wins more beautifully?" she said.

"Sure, no problem," Jiang Ning decided to win more gracefully.

...

Jiang Ning walked over to the messy tug-of-war field, where Huang Zhongfei approached him: "You stand first in the tug-of-war."

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

Shan Qingrong, the class teacher, arrived to maintain order within the class.

The first round opponent for Class 8 was the very Class 7 that had been taunting them earlier.

The Class 7 teacher was also instructing his students.

The PE teacher, Gu Wei, holding a loudspeaker, stood in the middle of the rope.

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

"Did you get that? Do not wrap the rope around your body, do not wrap the rope around your wrist!"

Tug-of-war was somewhat dangerous, and as a teacher, he definitely wanted to avoid any accidents.

Gu Wei kept repeating his instructions, and the students almost memorized them.

Shan Qingrong helped tie the red rope, and students from both classes grabbed the thick hemp rope; the competition was about to start.

This was a boys' tug-of-war; the girls from both classes stood on the sides, acting as cheerleaders.

This was also the first match in the first-year tug-of-war competition area.

Including three experimental classes and other classes, hundreds of people were watching, and those on the outer edge couldn't even squeeze in.

Jiang Ning, bathed in the gaze of his classmates around him, was exceptionally calm.

The opposing team was Class 7; Zhao Jinyang was very muscular and glared at the people of Class 8 with a domineering air.

Tang Fu, the sports representative of Class 7, was wearing shorts, revealing long, white thighs beneath.

Tang Fu had won the long jump champion at Fourth Middle School, illustrating the power those attractive, slender legs possessed.

"Watch closely, Tang Fu, I'll avenge you," said Zhao Jinyang.

Cui Yu popped his head out: "We've already prepared our tactic. Look at our positioning!"

Wang Longlong had carefully arranged the positions based on the strengths of his classmates, ensuring the best formation.

Zhao Jinyang laughed heartily: "Absolute strength renders all tactics futile!"

The students behind him joined in the laughter; Class 7 was very confident, almost as if they had already won.

Outside the field, discussion arose, and Wei Xiu Yuan carefully compared the strengths of the two classes:

"Class 8 is a bit weaker; they don't have many chubby ones, no particularly strong individuals."

Du Chuan commented: "I don't fancy Class 8's chances."

Shen Xu from Class 9 told Yan Tianpeng, "Class 7 might just be able to compete with our class, but as for Class 8..."

He shook his head slowly.

Honestly, the strength of a class depended on how often they goofed around. Their Class 9 often messed around behind the classroom during breaks, fighting and joking, their strength developed over time.

As for Class 8, Shen Xu often passed by during breaks and never saw anyone fooling around there.

The only time there was a commotion was when Shen Xu and Miao Zhe from Class 8 had a fight; Shen Xu still got mad thinking about how he almost lost to the skinny Miao Zhe, considering his reputation for raising hell and "Summoning Wind and Rain" in middle school.

Classes 2, 3, and 10 were also discussing Class 7 and Class 8, as it was almost their turn to compete.

The PE teacher was explaining the rules, and the match was about to start.

Bai Yuxia and Chen Siyu, along with Shen Qing'e, under the class leader's instructions, cheered for the boys of their class.

When Zhao Jinyang saw so many beautiful girls, his eyes turned green with envy. "Damn, why does their class have so many pretty girls?"

Zhao Jinyang shouted: "Fancy tricks are useless before absolute strength!"

The noise around was too loud, so he had to shout it out.

Jiang Ning slowly said, "Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking."

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

Teacher Gu Wei raised his hand, and following his motion, the students from both classes tightened their grip on the rope again.

Zhao Jinyang was furious, his eyes wide open.

Tang Fu, the sports representative of class 7, watched this scene.

As a core member of class 7, Tang Fu knew well that Zhao Jinyang, despite his reckless appearance and seemingly brute courage, was actually quite cunning.

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

First was to take the initiative; to exert force the moment the competition started. In such a level of tug-of-war, whoever took the initiative would gain the advantage.

Second was to maintain the rhythm; power should follow a set rhythm, and whoever controlled the rhythm would have the advantage.

With the guarantee of these dual advantages, plus the apparent difference in strength, how could their class lose?

Thinking so, Tang Fu looked towards Yang Sheng of class 8.

In the girls' long jump competition, she and Yang Sheng were in the same group and both made it to the finals. However, leveraging her height, Tang Fu had taken a substantial lead over Yang Sheng to clinch the championship; yet, she lost to Yang Sheng in the one hundred meters.

"Ready!" shouted the sports teacher.

The whistle blew: "Whew!"

Instantly, overwhelming cheers drowned the field: "Class 8, go! Class 8, go!"

Class 7's Zhao Jinyang and his peers collectively exerted force; they leaned back and violently pulled the hemp rope, seizing the moment to gain the advantage amidst fierce effort, their faces filled with ferocity and madness!

In contrast, class 8 too pulled the rope desperately. Dan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, Cui Yu pressed their shoes hard against the red track, trying to stem the losing tide, but overall, they were clearly no match for class 7, as their students were being dragged towards class 7.

Wei Xiu Yuan said, "This doesn't look good."

Du Chuan, watching the red rope that was about to decide the victor, shook his head: "It's already over."

"No, look at him, how calm he is!" someone pointed at a student from class 8.

Thus, everyone saw, among the backward-leaning players, the calm-faced Jiang Ning.

"I recognize him, Jiang Ning who broke three sports meet records," pointed out a classmate.

In the crowd, Pei Yujing, emotionless, focused on the competition.

Seeing the downfall of class 8, it seemed beyond salvation.

Suddenly, Jiang Ning let go of the rope, spread his arms, deciding to win a bit more gloriously.

"Has he given up?"

The spectators noticed and subconsciously thought, given the current situation, there was almost no chance to turn the tables.

Bai Yuxia was puzzled; Jiang Ning wasn't someone to give up easily, right?

Geng Lu gently waved her small flag, firmly believing the match wasn't over yet.

Xue Yuantong stood outside the crowd, looking at the dense mass of students, her small figure appearing particularly diminutive.

She tried jumping a couple of times unnoticed, still unable to see!

As Jiang Ning released his hands, class 8 was at a greater disadvantage, their classmates being dragged.

Wang Longlong howled, "Brother Ma, we can't hold on!"

Cui Yu yelled with all his might, "We can't lose!"

Song Sheng, at the very end of the rope, even slightly utilized the leg that had steel plates fixed, just to stop the disadvantage.

All the students fought desperately, for the honor of their class!

Zhao Jinyang sneered at the sky: 'Gave up, have you hahaha!'

What does breaking school records matter? What does having beautiful girls cheer matter?

They still couldn't stop them!

At that moment, Jiang Ning smiled, moved his wrists around, took a big step forward, and grabbed the rope again.

Tang Fu, watching with confidence, smiled, "It's already too late, the rhythm is already ours..."

Jiang Ning exerted a bit of force, and the previously dragged class 8 gradually halted.

He pulled again, and the situation began to reverse.

Class 7's group started moving toward class 8, and in just under two seconds, Zhao Jinyang watched helplessly as the red rope crossed the win-lose line.

They had lost.

Tang Fu continued, "The rhythm is already our class 7's, you..."

Her voice grew fainter.

Yang Sheng turned to look at her, "Why did you stop talking?"

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

Impossible, did Jiang Ning single-handedly lead class 8 to a victory?

Tang Fu felt it absurd.

Was class 8 pretending to be at a disadvantage before?

The first tug-of-war match ended, and Cui Yu and his peers fervently celebrated; they had won!

Zhao Jinyang was disheartened.

Tang Fu puzzled: "Weren't we dominating the advantages, why did we lose?"

Zhao Jinyang was even more perplexed, a look of resentment on his face: "I don't know, he just pulled and we went over."

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