The boys from Class 7 don't do as well academically as those from Class 1, but the boys from Class 1 aren't as physically robust as those from Class 7.
Both sides were gripping a rope, refusing to give in, all drenched in sweat from exhaustion.
The atmosphere was buzzing with unprecedented excitement; no one wanted to lose, especially the tug-of-war participants whose eyes were almost blazing red.
The sun was still fierce at this hour, and Qingran used her hand to shade her forehead from the sunlight.
She really didn't want to be squeezed into the sweltering crowd. Zheng Chunming and Ruan Ruan had already thrown themselves wholeheartedly into the excitement of the competition. Judging by their clenched fists, they seemed even more nervous than the competitors.
Knowing she couldn't drag them away, Qingran squeezed through the crowd and went to cool off in the shade of a distant tree.
