It's not a draw this time. The players in other classes are as strong as cows. I wonder what will happen to enter the dragon today. When the referee gave the order, all parties took a "bang" step, clenched the thick rope, and the veins stood out, gritted their teeth and tried their best to pull the red line to their side. Students from all directions shouted desperately, shouted desperately, and shouted desperately, just ignoring the "red line." When we approached our border, we turned the horse's head back to the original point. Looking around makes people stamp their feet, but they completely ignore it.

I saw the contestants all flushed, sweaty and miserable, but they only thought about how to fight for the honor of the class. Some students waved and shouted, some clapped their hands desperately, their voices were hoarse and their hands were red, but they didn't care; Some clenched their fists as if they were pulling; Some ... "red lines" finally stood firm and came towards us. Eight centimeters, seven centimeters, six centimeters ... the red line approached us little by little and won.

After pulling for a while, my palms are sweaty and slippery, and I am about to let go. We will lose. Thinking of this, I insisted on pulling it back. Everyone understood and became serious. Qi Xin pulls together. After a fierce battle

Good times: Laugh through tears, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh.

Proud, cheerful, carefree and radiant.

Aggressive, depressed, sad, listless, tearful.