"Squeak~ Squeak~"
The sound of the swing's iron chains rubbing against the iron pole was grating enough to set one's teeth on edge and make the flesh crawl.
At the Fifth Primary School, in the southeastern part of the barren playground, several youths were reliving their childhood by the swings.
But for Deng Yutang, this felt more like revisiting a nightmare.
"Brother Lu!" Deng Yutang sat stiffly on the swing.
It was evident that he had some childhood traumas.
After all, with the current strength of Deng Yutang, even if he were really flung from the swing, he would not get hurt.
"You're afraid of nothing!" Lu Ran caught Deng Yutang's back and gave a strong push, "If all else fails, just bolster your fighting spirit!"
Deng Yutang: "..."
Bolster my fighting spirit just to swing?
The Red Cloth Order would probably kick me to death for that!
"Face your fears, you can do this," Lu Ran kept encouraging his teammate.