"Qingqing, wait for me..."
Wang Shuai gave his cramping left calf a strong pull, but it still remained somewhat stiff.
"Let's do this!"
Wang Shuai gritted his teeth. With a life jacket on, he didn't have to worry about sinking. Instantly, he flipped over, lay on the water, and began to stroke powerfully with both arms.
"Backstroke!"
On the rubber raft, Zheng Wei's eyes lit up as he exclaimed.
"Juejin, is this rescue posture also one of Brother Wang's pre-planned moves? Brother Wang is truly Brother Wang, even when saving someone, he chooses the coolest pose."
Zheng Wei praised with click of his tongue.
"Hey, Brother Wang, let's not show off now; the urgent thing is to rescue the person first."
Fan Juejin pushed up his glasses, saying nonchalantly.
If Wang Shuai knew what the two were thinking, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of old blood. Backstroke, if it weren't for the cramp in my leg, why would I be doing a backstroke!
"Qingqing, I'm coming!"
