His son cried while stepping on his father's back and shoulders, and finally hugged the short tube.
With a splash, Huo Qiang also fell into the water.
He waved towards his son who was tightly hugging the short tube.
"Come on, son, jump! You can definitely do it. At least you can make it through the seventh round!"
By the end, Huo Qiang had given up hope.
He knew that his whole family had failed completely.
Even if his son could make it through the seventh round, the eighth, ninth, and tenth rounds were definitely impossible.
After all, he was just a six or seven-year-old boy.
The little boy wobbled and exerted himself, jumping towards the rest platform on the other side.
This was also the last short tube.
He successfully landed on the platform, lay there panting hard, his tears involuntarily streaming down.
