The whistle blew, and stifled laughter rose all around. Watching the green-headed fish opposite them strain with grotesquely contorted faces, the students of Class 3 nearly laughed themselves breathless.
With the help of their secret weapon, Class 2 won the match without a hitch.
Unfortunately, they could only use that weapon once. To keep the competition fair and friendly, the organizers had already confiscated all their weapons.
What a shame.
Their next match was against Fang Qiu's class, Grade 10 Class 1.
Grade 10 Class 1 and Class 2 actually went back quite a way.
Their classrooms were next door, they often sat together at events, and they had even shared a dorm during military training, so the students from the two classes knew each other fairly well.
Class 2's homeroom teacher, Tan Zhuishi, was calm and collected, but Class 1's homeroom teacher was hotheaded and easily carried away.
The two classes greeted each other, then took their places on either side of the rope and began the contest.
This time, the two sides were evenly matched. The red ribbon swayed back and forth over the center line for quite a while without moving noticeably toward either side.
Both homeroom teachers stood nearby cheering their classes on. Class 1's teacher was particularly worked up, passionately directing his students to pull harder.
When he saw his side gradually losing ground, he couldn't help reaching out and giving the rope a couple of tugs himself.
The startled referee hurried forward and dragged him back.
There was no need for that. Really, no need.
In the end, Class 2 relied on their big guy's muscular bulk to add weight, slowly dragging the red ribbon toward their own boundary line.
As the ribbon crossed the boundary, the referee blew the whistle:
**"Tweet! Class 2