Wang Fan did not want to become a mud figurine, so he wanted to struggle again. He twisted his body with all his might, wanting the rope to swing harder. However, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
Song Xu, who was in the same team as him, had worked with him several times before. The two of them were very familiar with each other, so he lay beside the mud pit and laughed impolitely as he shouted, "Brother, give up. We're overdue. We might as well save our energy and save it for the next round."
Wang Fan glanced at the timer and realized that it was indeed overdue. He closed his eyes helplessly and accepted the fact that he was going to fall into a mud puddle. However, when he looked down and saw Song Xu's gloating expression, a mischievous smile flashed across his face.
He adjusted his center of gravity and jumped down in Song Xu's direction.
