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"Thread...? Right, can your threads be used on us?"
The girl blinked.
"I see, there's also this tactic. It's indeed worth a try."
Zhu Qingyue's fingers moved gently.
Xu Xiangyang suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders lift all at once, and the sore muscles in his arms no longer bore weight. It was as though someone had picked him up from where he stood and then carefully put him back in place.
An invisible force allowed him to firmly plant his feet.
Even though the floor below was moving like an escalator in a shopping mall, it miraculously did not affect his balance.
Xu Xiangyang flexed his arms and looked toward the class president. She, like him, stood on a slope of 60 degrees... no, now it was almost tilting to 90 degrees.
"I've used the thread as a stabilizer for both of us,"
Zhu Qingyue explained to him.
Could such a thing really be done?
"Wouldn't it have been better to do this sooner?"
