Chapter 16
"Today's activity is indeed quite intense. Just hold on, it will be over soon." Meng Meng encouraged them, "We've used our brains, now let's move our bodies."
Yin Mu sighed in distress and thought in self-deprecation, forget it, just move, the sooner it's over the sooner.
Meng Meng probably noticed her sigh and asked, "Yin Mu, are you confident in the physical confrontation?"
Yin Mu said without hesitation: "Absolutely not."
"You're so modest." Meng Meng sighed, glanced at Chen Qinglin, and said, "But Chen Qinglin won the match this morning. You should have more confidence in him."
"It doesn't matter." Chen Qinglin took over the conversation and said calmly, "I don't have much confidence either."
Zheng Wei snorted loudly: "You two better not push us to the ground and rub us again."
"The game hasn't even started yet!" Zhang Yang protested. "Aren't you just trying to boost others' morale and undermine your own prestige by saying this?"
"That's right." Jiang Nanyu was not convinced and agreed, "They can't be the omnipotent kings, right? It's our turn to win."
The two brothers felt a sense of empathy and even raised their hands to high-five each other.
"I dare not." Seeing that she and Chen Qinglin were about to become targets, Yin Mu said hurriedly, "We are not that strong. Please show mercy."
[Yeah, yeah, you guys are just a little bit stronger.]
[Excessive humility is pride, do you understand? ]
[I really love the way Chen Qinglin won the game so effortlessly!]
【Three-legged tripod hhhh. 】
On the alliance strategy in the triangular confrontation.
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"Physical competitions require cooperation between male and female contestants, so boys please consider the girls' physical conditions and don't compete on your own," Meng Meng said as he took out three thin ropes and showed them. "These are the props for our first game. I think it's clear what we're going to play now."
Jiang Nanyu joked, "You can't use such a short rope for tug-of-war."
Zheng Wei retorted: "It's still tug-of-war, skipping rope isn't even enough."
Yin Mu thought about what Meng Meng said about the cooperation between men and women, and guessed casually: "It won't be a three-legged race."
Meng Meng snapped her fingers and winked at her: "Correct answer, plus one point."
"……Thanks."
Meng Meng handed them the string and said, "The first game is the three-legged race. The rules are as follows: two people tie their calves together with string, start from the starting point at the same time, reach the marked point, and then return to the starting point. The team with the fastest time wins and gets five points. Second and third place each get three points and one point."
Yin Mu took the string and asked Chen Qinglin, "Do you want to tie your left leg or your right leg?"
"I can do either. It's up to you."
Yin Mu simulated taking steps with his left and right legs, and made his choice: "Left leg."
"Okay, then I'll tie your right leg." Chen Qinglin took the string from Yin Mu's hand, walked to her left, half-knelt down, tilted his head back, and asked, "Can you get closer?"
He was wearing a light grey long-sleeved sweatshirt today with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The curly hair on top of his head looked fluffy and soft. Yin Mu looked down at him condescendingly and inexplicably felt that he was like a curly-haired puppy leaning obediently against his legs.
No, no, no, this is too weird. Yin Mu tried hard to suppress this strange thought in his mind, leaned closer to Chen Qinglin, and pressed against his calf.
Chen Qinglin quickly tied the string, raised his head again, and asked, "Is this okay? Will it hurt my legs?"
It was this angle again, and Yin Mu finally couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his head.
Ah, it was exactly the feeling I imagined. Yin Mu sighed silently and rubbed it twice more.
Chen Qinglin was stunned and looked at her in disbelief, as if the words "What are you doing?" were clearly written on his face.
[Hahahaha, did Yin Mu think Chen Qinglin was a dog?]
[This really can't be blamed on Yin Mu. I also want to touch Chen Qinglin's hair.]
[+1, it must feel good! ]
What did Yin Mu do wrong? I even suspect Chen Qinglin was deliberately using this posture to seduce her!
[Woo woo woo, who doesn’t like a curly-haired puppy? ]
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Yin Mu quickly withdrew his hand and looked away as if nothing had happened: "It's fine, it doesn't hurt."
"Yeah, okay." Chen Qinglin saved face for both her and himself, and didn't insist on it. He stood up and said, "Let's try it first."
"Um."
"You take the first step with your left leg, I'll take the right leg, and then the other leg. Don't take too big or too fast a step. Let's walk slowly and don't fall or get hurt."
Yin Mu was still thinking about what happened just now, and replied absentmindedly: "I know."
"Then repeat it."
Yin Mu looked up in confusion: "Huh?"
"I knew you didn't listen." Chen Qinglin sighed helplessly and repeated it again, reminding her worriedly, "Winning or not is not important, just don't get hurt."
"Don't worry." Yin Mu waved his hand casually, "I've been playing this kind of game since elementary school. There's nothing to worry about."
"Then you're great."
Yin Mu smiled: "Thank you, thank you."
"Come and try it?"
"Okay, no problem."
They took a few tentative steps, adjusting their stride lengths to match before slightly increasing their speed. They were in perfect harmony, neither falling nor tripping over each other. Yin Mu nodded with satisfaction, "It's OK, no problem."
She observed the other two groups to detect the enemy situation. Zhou Jingyu and Jiang Nanyu seemed to be getting along well, but the situation with Zheng Wei and Zhang Yang was not optimistic. Zheng Wei crossed her arms, turned her head to look to the other side, as if she didn't want to pay any attention to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang frowned and asked, "The competition is coming up soon, do you want to practice?"
"Who cares about you?" Zheng Wei said angrily without even turning her head. "You don't care about me at all anyway. We're definitely going to lose."
"Can you please stop being so willful? We're already several points behind."
Zheng Wei didn't react much and said coldly, "Oh."
Zhang Yang, perhaps harboring a deep resentment, blurted out, "I shouldn't have chosen you."
Zheng Wei was furious: "What did you say?"
Their argument attracted Meng Meng, who quickly stepped in to mediate: "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Are you all ready? Let's get started once you're ready."
Zheng Wei turned her head away: "Let's start. We're going to lose anyway, so it doesn't matter."
[Tsk, they're already arguing before it even starts.]
[? ? Zhang Yang, do you want to listen to what you are saying?]
Zheng Wei is indeed too willful.
[Come on, it's clearly Zhang Yang who's not cooperating. He's taking such a big step, how is Zheng Wei supposed to follow?]
Why does Zhang Yang keep saying such derogatory things? No one's forcing him to choose Zheng Wei.
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The three groups stood side by side at the starting point. Zheng Wei still had a sullen face and refused to communicate with Zhang Yang, as if she was going to give up.
Meng Meng raised the whistle and gave the order: "Ready——"
At the whistle, the three groups set off simultaneously. Zhou Jingyu and Jiang Nanyu whispered slogans, while Yin Mu and Chen Qinglin, relying on their newly developed tacit understanding, both groups smoothly advanced towards the turning point. Zheng Wei and Zhang Yang, however, began to act independently, each minding their own business, stumbling along and ultimately landing in last place.
When they finally reached the turning point, Zheng Wei failed to catch up with Zhang Yang and stumbled to her knees on the ground. The untied thin rope loosened, but did not harm Zhang Yang.
When Zheng Wei knelt down, she supported herself on the ground with her left palm, which scratched the skin a little. She felt aggrieved and painful, and her eyes immediately turned red.
At this time, Yin Mu and Chen Qinglin had already reached the turning point. When they turned around, they saw Zheng Wei kneeling on the ground, and Meng Meng also walked over quickly. Yin Mu saw Zheng Wei's red eyes and felt a little worried. When he walked up to her, he pulled Chen Qinglin's sleeve and signaled him to stop.
Chen Qinglin didn't say much and stopped obediently.
Yin Mu bent down and asked softly, "Zheng Wei, are you okay?"
Zheng Wei bit her lip and looked at her with tears in her eyes: "It hurts."
Yin Mu patted her head comfortingly.
Zhou Jingyu and Jiang Nanyu also greeted them when they passed by, but seeing that Zheng Wei had nothing to do, they did not stay for long.
Meng Meng carefully examined Zheng Wei's wound and said, "It's okay, just a minor scrape. It'll heal with some medicine." She gently wiped the tears from Zheng Wei's eyes and asked, "Zheng Wei, do you want to continue the competition or forfeit?"
Zheng Wei knew full well that she and Zhang Yang had absolutely no chance of winning. Any further struggle would only lead to an even more disastrous defeat. She shook her head decisively and said, "I forfeit." She then said to Yin Mu, "You continue the game. I'm fine."
Yin Mu looked up and smiled indifferently: "I've already lost."
"That has to be done too." Zheng Wei urged her, "Go quickly and don't worry about me."
[I feel so bad for Zheng Wei. It hurts just looking at her.]
Oh my god, it won't leave scars.
【Yin Mu is so nice, I cried my heart out.】
[Zheng Wei, be obedient and give up Zhang Yang. The two of you are really not suitable.]
[Zheng Wei, if you continue to be so stubborn, I'm going to scold you!]
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Meng Meng helped Zheng Wei up and took her aside to treat her wound. Yin Mu and Chen Qinglin completed the competition, but it was inevitable that they lost to Zhou Jingyu and Jiang Nanyu, and finally got only two points.
At the end of this round of games, although Yin Mu and Chen Qinglin only scored three points, they still maintained their advantage, while Zhou Jingyu and Jiang Nanyu overtook Zheng Wei and Zhang Yang with five points and rose to second place.
Seeing Zheng Wei and Zhang Yang looking at each other with disgust, Meng Meng was very worried about the next round of games. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked Zheng Wei, "Zheng Wei, can you still participate in the next game?"
Zheng Wei looked down at her bandaged left hand and said, "I can participate, but someone hurt me, so please apologize first."
Meng Meng looked at Zhang Yang after hearing this. "Zhang Yang? Zheng Wei has said so, why don't you show some composure?"
Zhang Yang had a stern face and obviously did not want to apologize, but if Zheng Wei withdrew from the competition, he would have no choice but to withdraw as well, which would mean losing a lot of shots, which would be a loss.
He gritted his teeth and said reluctantly: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Zheng Wei's expression finally eased: "Since you have apologized sincerely, I will reluctantly forgive you." Although she said this, she knew in her heart that the relationship between the two of them had ended here, and unless forced, they would probably not actively choose each other again.
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