Five minutes had passed.
Song Bing was filled with confidence, his expression confident and composed.
Ten minutes had passed.
More and more people gathered on the shore, and Ding Xin's brow furrowed.
Fifteen minutes had passed.
Xu Wenyao and Yang Kang had smoked three cigarettes each outside the door.
Xu Wenyao glanced at his watch, then at the live stream on his phone.
"That's not right, can Wu Bin really hold his breath for this long?"
Yang Kang said softly, "Could he have drowned?"
"Impossible."
Xu Wenyao shook his head firmly and said, "Didn't you see him still moving occasionally? If he had drowned, he couldn't move at all by now."
Yang Kang nodded, feeling that made sense.
Twenty minutes passed, and everyone was out of patience.
Ding Xin said to Song Bing, "You go wake him up. I give up. I will absolutely never appear in the same swimming pool with him again, is that good enough?"
Seeing Ding Xin concede, Song Bing finally nodded in satisfaction.
