34 Sixteen Meters 6yr

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Seeing that everyone had devoted their attention to Ma Xiaoru, Wang Tong seized the opportunity, he moved toward the instructor and asked, "Can I start now?"
"Oh, yeah of course."

Wang Tong felt the thread in between his thumb and index finger as he weighed his options and the risks: his options were limited, and he knew that he had to risk everyone's attention to pass the monthly test.

The lead of the thread wafted out of Wang Tong's hand as he wrenched his arm forward. It was the same move used by all the other students. The instructor lay the tip of his marker down on the "Fail" checkbox, waiting for the thread to lose its momentum quickly. It did not. Instead, it glided swiftly and steadily toward the target, just like Ma Xiaoru's thread.

Seven. Eight. Nine. The thread drifted across the classroom, unfaltering.

More students joined the instructor's gaze at the drifting thread. Their mouths opened wide in disbelief as the thread glided passed the twelve-meter line.

Thirteen meters.

Some students held their breath as they watched Wang Tong's performance. One of the students was gesturing to his classmate, who was still watching Ma Xiaoru, to get him to watch Wa