"I've heard of Jiang Ning," Tang Fu said with a serious look in her eyes. "It's quite frightening that he managed to twist the iron bars at the back gate of the playground to save someone."
Zhao Jinyang was even less willing to concede, "I know about the iron bars; they're not that thick. Any strong athlete could have done it."
"Yan Tianpeng from Class 9 could do it."
"How strong can one person be?"
"Tug of war tests the collective strength, not individual power. Can one person really decide the outcome?" Zhao Jinyang couldn't understand; it seemed too bizarre.
Tang Fu pondered for a moment and suddenly guessed, "Is it possible that their class used a strategy, pretending to be weak at first?"
After hearing this, Zhao Jinyang thought about it and realized it might be true.
Those sons of guns in Class 8 aren't stupid, especially Cui Yu, who had tricked him before.
Zhao Jinyang considered himself to be a Sleeping Dragon among freshmen in terms of cunning.
