Chapter 417: Victory Is Hard-Won

Qian Wenyu was the first-generation biology class representative. He wasn't very tall, of medium build, and his joint-exam scores ranked in the top five of the class.

"Way too rigged. The first-gen and second-gen biology class reps, plus the biology hidden Hokage, are all lined up at the front of the line."

"Hard to say. Old Liu knows jackshit about tug-of-war!"

After a round of commands, Old Liu finalized the positions.

Yao Bei Bei at the front, Jiang Nian second, Yu Zhiyi behind him, and after her came Qian Wenyu, his face awkward. He glanced at the second-gen rep, his expression dark as could be.

When he had resigned from the biology class rep position back then, on one hand it really was the result of careful consideration—his biology scores had already maxed out, and he wanted to push his total toward 680. That would inevitably take more time, leaving none to spare for anything else.

If he could beat Li Qingrong in the exam, that glory would last a long time.

I, Qian Wenyu, would get to enjoy it all alone!

But when he actually opened his mouth to resign the class-post, and didn't get a single word of dissuasion from Qingbao, he was a little shaken.

Damn! Clearly....... I was here first!

Still, if the biology class rep was Jiang Nian, he could only accept it reluctantly. After all, that guy had a private connection with Qingbao.

Since ancient times, eunuchs have always held more power.

What he couldn't accept, though, was the eunuch meddling in politics. Jiang Nian didn't take the biology class rep himself—he pushed Yu Zhiyi straight into the role.

What is Yu Zhiyi? The biology knowledge in her head is at the Tai Sect level, right?

Unacceptable—a low-scoring biology class rep!

Since then, Qian Wenyu couldn't be bothered to pay attention in biology class. Whenever Yu Zhiyi showed up, he met her with silence.

Now, enemies meeting face to face—doubly awkward.

"Hey, class rep." Yu Zhiyi smiled at him. "What a coincidence, we're actually lined up together."

Qian Wenyu's face was blank. He gave a grunt. While Old Liu went to the back to micro-manage, he turned to Chai Muying behind him and said,

"My arm's injured. I can't put any strength into it."

"Huh?" Chai Muying was dumbfounded, her mind a blank. "Then... then what do we do?"

Qian Wenyu:

His misanthropy toward stupidity flared up. He didn't want to stand next to these two girls.

"Switch spots. The back doesn't need that much strength."

Chai Muying was still half-dazed, couldn't figure out the trick at all. Instinctively she chose to trust the top student, though she still had reservations.

"But the homeroom teacher—"

"Move fast, he won't notice." Qian Wenyu said calmly. "The front position is too important. We might lose."

Hearing that, Chai Muying swallowed.

"Alright."

In the middle of the line, Li Hua looked at the three Najiang Nian people at the very front. Then glanced at the micro-management master—

?? had already started biting his sleeve.

"Fuck! Old Liu really deserves to die!"

The spot right behind Yu Zhiyi was his—he'd badgered and threatened Liu Yang with the secret of Yuxi to swap for it. Precious beyond measure, no need to say more.

But the moment Old Liu showed up, he started slapping together some random lineup. Pulled him from the front and dumped him straight into a pile of guys.

"Qian Wenyu.... you fucking—"

Li Hua was about to curse, but looked more closely at the person in the second tug-of-war position. He froze on the spot, his mind a blank.

The spot he'd begged for and couldn't get—was occupied by that animal Jiang Nian!

Right in front of Yu Zhiyi—when the tug-of-war line falls, wouldn't she fall straight into her arms? No, it was all an illusion!

In front.

Jiang Nian, lined up behind Yao Bei Bei, was also speechless. He turned to glance at the smiling Yu Zhiyi, finding it hard to keep a straight face.

"... No, why must sisters torment each other so?"

"Nope, you're misunderstanding." Yu Zhiyi grinned. "Having you beside me makes me feel safer."

"Safer my ass." Jiang Nian smiled.

He got it now—this woman was eyeing his position. The moment she became class rep, the palace intrigue began.

"Yu Zhiyi, feel the back of your head—is there a bone growing backward?"

"Hehe, I don't know what you're saying." Big Yu's expression was peak green-tea.

Finished speaking, the corner of her mouth curled into a cold smirk.

The struggle for the heir's seat has always been like this.

"Eat shit!" Jiang Nian wanted to switch spots.

Suddenly, Yao Bei Bei turned and looked at him, flashing a peace sign at the corner of her eye.

"I heard everything."

"Your mom!" Jiang Nian was a little shaken. Yao Bei Bei was ridiculous too.

He wanted to find someone to swap with, but the moment his foot stepped out, Old Liu called out to him.

"Hey, Jiang Nian, don't switch away!"

Jiang Nian:

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With a sharp whistle, both sides pulled the rope and fell backward in sequence.

Jiang Nian noticed there were still gaps front, back, left, and right—which meant falling back would at most land on the person behind's feet.

Your mom's, Yu Zhiyi!

I'll break your feet for you to sit on—go home and drink milk!

The bros still have to @ you in the group chat every day to turn in biology homework, and if you're feeling down about anything, you can go find the third-generation biology class rep to talk it out.

"Ready~~!"

"Whip—A shrill whistle cut across the dusky sky, and Jiang Nian had no time to think. He could only fall with the momentum, then bite down hard and pull with everything he had!

"Go for it!!!"

Deafening cheers rose from both sides of the sports field. Mixed with the sounds of tug-of-war from elsewhere, it was a bit grating on the ears.

A tremendous force traveled along the rope, trying to drag the sixteen

people from Class Three toward the opposite side.

Probably because they were distracted, or for some other reason, nearly the whole of Class Three leaned forward, their ragged footsteps carrying them two steps toward the other side.

"Holy shit! There's a traitor?"

"Not watching anymore, this is gonna be an instant wipeout."

The timid girls had already covered their eyes, not daring to look at the situation on the field—one could only say Old Liu bears full responsibility for this round.

Classic. A layman directing the experts.

"Did we lose?"

"Damn, Jiang Nian carried the game."

Jiang Nian's position was too far forward, and at the very start of the tug-of-war, he felt a tremendous force come through, about to yank his whole body flying.

Yao Bei Bei, leading the line, blurted out a "holy shit" without thinking.

Luckily, the next second—

Jiang Nian reacted, lowering his center of gravity while, at the same time, his arms tensed again, buying Class Three a sliver of breathing room.

After the two sides locked in a stalemate, the sixteen members of Class Three kept pulling in rhythm. As they swayed, the scales of victory finally tipped.

Class Three pulled Class Two's line apart, a complete one-sided rout.

Jiang Nian fell backward with the momentum, the strength in his hands temporarily spent. Hatred still fresh in his heart, he stomped his foot hard backward.

But he stepped on empty air.

Class Two sensed victory was hopeless, so the girls at the front loosened their grip halfway, and Jiang Nian ended up falling straight onto Yu Zhiyi.

A soft sensation pressed against his back, and then he was bounced off and tumbled aside.

"Whistle—!!"

The whistle sounded long; the match was over.

The referee raised his right hand. "Class Three wins!"

"Woo—oh!!!"

A tremendous cheer instantly drowned out the entire sports field.

Everyone in Class Three, except Li Hua and the micro-control master Old Liu, was thrilled—because the victory... was hard-won.

After advancing, came the second tug-of-war match.

Old Liu had quietly slipped away, stealthily returning command to Liu Yang, and the sports commissioner switched the lineup back to the original version with boys and girls separated.

And they smoothly won the second victory.