It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 255 The Blackie Speaks! (First Update~)

It's unlikely that a fight would break out. After all, if a fight were to break out in front of all the students and even the school leaders, it would probably be recorded in the history of Jicheng No. 1 Middle School.

If there are fights at school in the future, they can add a line: "This incident has been recorded at No. 1 Middle School."

However, because they were being watched by many people, neither of the hot-blooded boys wanted to be the loser, even if someone had to win and someone else had to lose.

Gu Huai didn't participate, not because he lacked a sense of class honor, but because he was the first guy to stand in line!

Stand at the very front, facing everyone on the other side.

Originally, nothing might have happened, but after being stirred up by someone with ulterior motives, Gu Huai, who was now holding the rope, could clearly see how the other party was watching him.

Covet.

Revenge for killing your father?
It's very close.

The cheering teams on both sides also arrived near the plastic track, watching the boys who were ready, already holding onto the ropes and even secretly competing with each other.

If the referee hadn't held the rope and controlled the red scarf tied in the middle, the struggle might have already escalated to a point where they were locked in a tight battle.

"Alright! Ready to begin."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Under the bright afternoon sun, the referee blew his whistle.

Originally, Chen Xuan did not intend to be like the previous first-grade homeroom teachers, who would exaggerate their encouragement and take the initiative to set the pace.

Just kidding.

How can I ruin my lifelong reputation with just one tug-of-war competition? What if someone takes a picture and posts it on the school's online forum or in various class groups? That would be the end of me.

However, he was cheering 'reservedly' when he suddenly saw Lao Hu on the other side start a pantomime.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

One punch for every sound!
Are they practicing military boxing over here? Didn't we agree on friendship first?
Chen Xuan couldn't hold back any longer, so he unconsciously clenched his fists, his voice of encouragement grew louder, and his face gradually turned red.

"come on, come on, come on!"

They even included footsteps.

Even though the students from both classes didn't participate in the tug-of-war, they felt like part of the atmosphere because of it. Everyone seemed to be swept up by something inexplicable, and no one wanted to appear weaker than the other class.

How much force did the other side use, and how loud was the sound?

Our side needs to be bigger! Stronger! Higher-pitched!

The first-year high school students who had just finished their competition were stunned.

"He's definitely a high school sophomore, he's got some strength in his arms."

"Of course! That's more than we eat for a year longer."

"Wow, are there really girls this pretty in the second year of high school? I wish I could be a second-year high school student soon."

"Are you sick? You're already a senior in high school, and all you think about on your birthday is getting a year closer to your parents?"

Lin Jiang listened quietly to the conversation between the boys not far away.

Her gaze was originally fixed on the boy standing at the very front of the line, holding the rope and tensing his arms.

She paid little attention to the words she heard until she heard someone mention girls.

She squinted slightly and turned her gaze a little; sure enough, it was that girl.
She was watching the boys playing tug-of-war with a tense expression, though she wasn't shouting or cheering them on like the others.

But I could clearly see the tension in her eyes and the tightness in her body.

You really care about it.

Cai Yan is indeed very tense right now.

The noise around me was so loud! It felt like I'd accidentally wandered into a farmers' market, been swept to the center, and was haggling with all the aunties in the market.

The class across the street was screaming and howling, and her own class was also deafeningly loud. She felt like her eardrums were going through the biggest catastrophe of her life.

Fortunately, I gradually got used to it and was able to tolerate it.

She even needs some self-control to keep herself from shouting; your sister Yan has a bit of an idol image to maintain.

Besides, feeling guilty, they always felt that if they cheered even harder, it would be too obvious, like when they saw Gu Huai playing basketball last time. Actually, everyone was already cheering so hard they were almost out of breath, and nobody really paid attention to who was cheering for whom. Rather, it was because of the factional divisions; no one was really in the mood to pay attention.

Cai Yan looked at it very carefully.

Gu Huai, standing at the very front, was putting in a lot of effort. His arms, which had been taken off with his coat off, were taut, and the lines of his muscles were very obvious, and there was a strange kind of powerful beauty about them.

She doesn't like groups that overdo fitness or bodybuilding because she feels that men who do that will gradually become like bullfrogs.

What exactly makes him so attractive? Gu Huai, who usually appears somewhat thin but reveals his muscles and strength with the slightest exertion, is exactly the type she likes.

And my skin is good too.
Even when she's exerting herself and clenching her teeth, she doesn't look disheveled; instead, she exudes a unique charm of earnestness.

Everyone says that a serious man is the most handsome, but Cai Yan's eyes were completely fixed on Gu Huai, oblivious to the other boys in the class. Since everyone's attention was on him, she could be a little more unrestrained.
Gu Huai did indeed put in a lot of effort.

We have no choice but to work hard.

Old Chen was already gaining the upper hand, and Gu Huai suspected that if this didn't end soon, Old Chen might faint on the spot.

The noisy cheering was so loud that he could barely hear anything. He could only feel the rope in his hand being stretched extremely tight. Was it going to break?

Never mind, we're already here anyway. Nobody wants to give up before they see victory or defeat, especially when we're so close.

So, with Lao Chen's rhythmic cheers, he added force again and again.

He had lost count of how many times he had increased his strength, but he was ready to give it his all. So, some people might ask...

Is it really necessary to turn a high school tug-of-war into a war?

Gu Huai also wanted to ask if it was really necessary, but he had to ask his Class 2 opponents, whose faces were red and eyes were almost red, first.

Oh shit.

Come here, sir!

"boom!"

Before the red silk symbolizing victory completely turned in their favor, the sudden collapse of Class Two came first.

The increasingly powerful force made it impossible for them to effectively maintain the rhythm of their previous pulling. Once the rhythm was disrupted, they couldn't exert their strength together, which further weakened their power.

This is the advantage of Gu Huai being the first one.

With its formidable stats, it became an insurmountable wall for the opposing side, and even Zhang Hong at the very back felt like he hadn't exerted much effort.

Suddenly the rope in my hand loosened, and then I heard cheers.

"Class One wins!!"

Instead, Fang Boyu, wearing thick glasses, rushed over and hugged him first, exclaiming, "Holy crap, Fatty Red, this is your home turf! It's so damn easy!"

Zhang Hong was a bit dumbfounded. He hadn't even exerted any force yet? Was he some kind of superman?

Gu Huai simply flicked his wrist.

Lu Ziyang, the sports committee member standing right behind Gu Huai, clearly knew who the biggest contributor was. He had witnessed the entire process from behind Gu Huai and saw every effort Gu Huai made.

He did feel relaxed, but one could imagine how much effort Gu Huai at the very front had put in. Tsk tsk tsk.

He thought to himself, "I must not get into any conflict with him. One punch from him could probably turn me into a vegetable."

Old Chen, standing nearby, let out a long sigh of relief, almost unable to catch his breath. But winning was a good thing, so he forced himself to calm his heavy breathing and, with a 'humble' smile, approached Old Hu, who was full of regret.

"Hey Lao Hu, luckily, luckily, your class is really amazing."

Old Hu's eye twitched. "BYD, you old bastard, trying to act tough in my face, huh?"
"Haha, there's nothing we can do. Some people win and some people lose. It's good that you guys won. As long as the brother classes don't hurt each other's feelings, that's fine."

Everyone understands what the so-called "brother classes" mean.

They only become brothers when there is no external interference; once things calm down, they become sworn enemies from all angles.

"Yes," Old Chen nodded with a smile, "That's why I said friendship comes first. Although competition leads to progress, it's important to stay amicable."

The words are not finished yet.

A few people jumped out of the group and started yelling at Class Two, who looked regretful, pointing and gesturing wildly.

"Call?!"

"Did you lose?! I'm asking you, did you lose?!"

"You like mouths! Go home and use your mouths! And you call yourselves athletes? You're all making a mess of things!!"

"We weren't even using our full strength, how come you guys are already down? Huh? Weren't you all so talkative before? Say something! I'll make you say something!!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)