Lin Hao's hands, gripping the hooks, had long stiffened into two planks of wood, sustained solely by sheer willpower. On receipt of his senior's command, he summoned all his strength to move them.
"No, that's not right," Tao Zhijie observed his hook pulling technique and said, "You're pulling it all wrong."
What's wrong? Am I not using enough force? Lin Hao strained even harder.
"Just don't faint on me," Tao Zhijie said, glancing at the row of cold sweat on his forehead, his tone earnest.
Meeting the seemingly caring and smiling gaze of this senior teacher, Lin Hao felt a tremor of apprehension: he had never met this senior before and was unclear about the situation.
"I'm serious. If you can't do it—here, Yingying, help him out," Tao Zhijie suddenly turned to the junior sister and said, "Aren't you classmates? Help him out."
A girl helping a boy pull hooks?
Lin Hao gaped: He was not Zhao Zhaowei or Li Qi'an, thank you very much.
