Sick Bamboo Horse is too hard to coax

Chapter 82 Tug of War 3
The first game was won easily, the cheerleaders below were hoarse, and they lived up to everyone's expectations, directly entering the rematch 2:0.

After the game, Ye Fanxi let go of the hemp rope, and found that his palms were red from abrasions, but he wasn't cold anymore.

They won the first game, and Wu Na took pictures of them and sent them to the parent group.

On the way back, Ye Ying said happily: "Qiqiqiqi, our class won, did you come to cheer for brother?"

Ye Mo glanced at him, and while rubbing the back of Ye Fanxi's hands to warm them up, he said, "Qiqi's class and yours are playing at the same time."

"Ah?" Ye Ying scratched her head: "Did your class win?"

"I won." Ye Fanxi nodded: "Next time we have a different game, I'll cheer you on."

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After returning home, Ling Jin held up Ye Qingzhou's mobile phone to show her the photos in the class during the video, and smiled while watching: "Baby Qiqi, you are so scheming~"

Ye Fanxi: "Huh?"

"Look at their ferocious expressions, it doesn't look good in the photos, but you still know how to wear a mask to block them?" Ling Jin smiled.

"..." Without me, I just have a cold face.

When I woke up the next day, the sequelae of the tug-of-war came out.

Sore arms, sore legs, sore back.

In addition, it was winter, the weather was too cold, and the bed was too warm, Ye Fanxi lay in bed and couldn't get up.

Outside, Ye Mo knocked on the door: "Qiqi, it will be too late if you stop."

Ye Fanxi cried and said, "Brother, my arm hurts so much!"

Because it was winter, Ye Fanxi was wearing thick pajamas when she entered her room last night, and with several young children, Ye Mo Yeying rushed in directly.

Ye Ying: "What's the matter?"

Ye Fanxi raised an arm with difficulty: "...it hurts."

Ye Ying instantly understood: "Muscle strain, sister, you usually don't pay attention to exercise like this."

While talking, he pulled her off the bed: "Brother will give you a few presses, and you will be fine in a few days after the competition."

Helping her pinch her calves and arms with kindness, Ye Fanxi said, "Thank you brother."

Ye Mo clicked his tongue: "You have this skill, you can go to a massage parlor if you have no money in the future, and you will never starve yourself to death."

Ye Ying didn't even lift his head, and rewarded him with a word of "scroll".

After pinching for a while, Ye Fanxi struggled to get out of bed, and was in pain all day afterwards.

Really, every move hurts so much!

After staying until the rematch in the afternoon, Wen Ruiyu drew lots, this time it was class three.

The third class is also a strong opponent. Last year, they fought to the end. Afterwards, they won the round because a classmate in their class slipped and fell.

Wen Ruiyu stared depressedly at the lottery in his hand.

Wu Na saw it, and didn't say much, just left a sentence: "Whatever you draw, you can win last year, and there is no problem this year."

Liu Yinyi was not so confident anymore, and frowned: "Tsk, can you do it, the sports committee, and I don't ask you to get a bye, this lottery is too stinky!"

Wen Ruiyu didn't speak, but his expression was not as carefree as before, and there was a trace of seriousness in it.

"Come on! We can win!"

I don't know who took the lead to yell, the boys who were holding their breath all boiled, and shouted: "We can win!!"

Everyone was infected by this atmosphere.

So much so that when they were on the court, a group of players seemed to have a raging flame burning in their eyes, and their fighting spirit reached the peak in an instant.

　Hahahaha the first and second rankings are all cute, I feel your love hahaha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)