"Come on!"
"Go Nandu!"
"Nandu, Nandu, you're the best!"
The cheers erupted from all around the field.
The match had everyone frozen in shock before they burst into excitement.
Because the Tug of War contest of eight against ten was at a deadlock!
Was Yuchuan Middle School going easy?
No, everyone could see those ten students from Yuchuan Middle School initially pulling with ease, but at this moment their faces were contorted with strain and turning red as if they were using all their might.
"Huh? Why does it feel easier all of a sudden?" Ning Xi, who was pulling hard on the rope, suddenly staggered.
Just a moment ago, she was being pulled forward by the opposing team, but now, she had taken a small step backward.
Though it was a small step and the movement wasn't obvious, it had indeed happened!
Chen Hao had started to gradually increase his effort, appearing calm as if he wasn't exerting much force at all.
