Chapter 101 Gu Luo, you really deserve to die! (2/2)



Just kidding, with these key players in the class, how could we lose?

Can't lose a bit.

The corridor of the teaching building was soon crowded with female students, each of them craning their necks with shining eyes.

There are also many fanatical female fans who come directly to the playground to cheer for their idols up close.

That’s right, they all came for Gu Luo.

"Oh my god, there are a lot of tough guys from the Sword Club in the class opposite..."

"Why is there a girl in Gu Luo's team?"

"This seems so unfair... Team 8 doesn't seem to have a chance of winning..."

"Who cares? I'll support Gu Shen! Even if I lose, it's still an honorable defeat!"

“.......”

The female fans were discussing with each other in a chattering manner, their voices rising one after another.

Time passes by every second.

The boys from both classes have also assumed tug-of-war positions.

Under the professional guidance of physical education teachers from both sides, they spread their feet with a distance of about one foot between them, leaned their bodies backward, and formed an angle of about 40 degrees with the ground, like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.

"Class 10, come on! Beat Class 8!"

"Class 10, come on! Beat Class 8!"

"Class 10, come on! Beat Class 8!"

“.....”

At this moment, the girls in Class 10 suddenly started cheering.

The sound is uniform and very powerful.

It was obviously prepared in advance.

Seeing this scene, Liu Jianjun suddenly understood why his brother-in-law only arranged for boys to participate in the competition.

I'm waiting here.

Isn't it just that I seduced your lovely and beautiful sister... Is it really that serious...

This is a rhythm of annihilation.

"Go Class 8!"

Even though Feng Youqing was in the tug-of-war team, she shouted at the top of her lungs.

With a leader, the girls in Class 8 quickly unified their slogan and shouted in unison:

"Go Class 8!"

"Go Class 8!"

"Go Class 8!"

"Come on, God Gu!"

“.....”

The cheers grew louder and louder, as if they were going to break through the clouds and reach the sky.

Gradually, Feng Youqing realized that something was wrong.

Why are there so many girls in Class 8?

There must be at least a few of them, right?

Gu Luo’s female fans are so scary.

"Damn, this is Gu Luo's influence?"

"Nima, that's too exaggerated..."

"Shit! Why do we feel like we've become the villains in the novel, just to show off?"

"Fuck Class 8! Fuck!"

“.....”

Hearing the whole school's roaring cheers of "Come on Class 8" and "Come on Gu Shen", the boys in Class 10 were almost defeated. They wanted to win the game immediately and put a damper on Gu Luo's spirit.

Just then.

"beep--"

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

The students on both sides immediately lowered their center of gravity and tensed all their muscles.

In an instant, the tug-of-war competition entered a white-hot stage.

In addition to Gu Luo, several strong men from Class 10 were also the focus of the audience.

They were all tall and strong, with veins bulging out of their arms like winding little snakes, as if they would break through the skin at any second.

I used all my strength.

Every time he exerted force, he was accompanied by a low roar.

But surprisingly, a one-sided situation did not occur.

The red ribbon hanging on the rope did not move at all.

"Shit! Why does it feel like I'm pulling a truck?!" The burly man leading Team 10 felt his scalp tingle. No matter how hard he pulled, the rope seemed to be firmly nailed and wouldn't budge.

And the person directly opposite him was Situ Wenyao, who came to mock him last week.

Situ Wenyao just pouted his lips slowly at this time, and acted like a cute boy towards the opposite side.

"Damn...magic attack?"

The strong man suppressed the urge to laugh out loud and immediately closed his eyes.

The boys behind him did the same.

How can the person on the other side be so mean?

Gu Luo, who was truly in control of the situation, saw that time was almost up, so he began to increase his strength little by little.

The red rope gradually began to move towards Class 8.

Until we crossed the river boundary.

"beep--"

...... ......

...... ......

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