"Ha, Class Four got eliminated right from the start."
"There are conflicts within their class; they've hardly won any group competitions."
During the evening study session, the classroom was brightly lit.
Amidst the chaotic recitation, Jiang Nian listened to Li Hua and others pretending to read while discussing loudly without any restraint.
The scene was chaotic, and everyone's attention was focused on the competition.
"Does your hand hurt?" Zhang Ningzhi poked him and asked quietly, "Several of them have pulled muscles."
"I'm fine, I don't have much of a spirit of dedication."
Jiang Nian adjusted his words depending on whom he spoke to. But in reality, his hand wasn't injured, he just used some force.
A few guys in the class were in various states of misery, some had blisters from pulling the rope.
Others used too much strength; they felt nothing during the tug of war. After winning and dispersing, they realized their arm muscles were strained.
