C39 (1/2)

Wearing gloves, Guo Tailai showed the gyro in his hands to the various leaders.

Seeing Guo Tailai being so cautious, the leader did not extend his hand out to touch Guo Tailai. Obviously, Guo Tailai was afraid that the sweat on his hands would affect the balance of the gyro. As the leader of the Waterwood University's department, no matter how ignorant she was, she would not be so ignorant.

Fortunately, Zhao Yanyan had only given the fatty a glare. He obediently took out a stopwatch and prepared to start the countdown.

After spinning for one minute, everyone still felt that it was normal. After all, the three-toothed finger that Fatty gave everyone just now could spin for more than a minute. When it was two minutes to three minutes, everyone felt that it was normal. The fatty said that it would take much longer than the finger s to break the record.

However, after five minutes, the gyro still continued to maintain its quiet and steady high speed rotation, causing everyone's expression to become solemn.

Eight minutes, ten minutes, twelve minutes …

Everyone was already holding their breaths, afraid that their breathing would be too loud and alert the gyro s on the fatty.

Guo Tailai was also a little tired, maintaining a stable posture required a lot of energy, his forehead was already covered in sweat, and the sweat slowly rolled down his forehead, almost flowing into Fatty's eyes.

Just as he was about to wipe his forehead with something, a soft towel covered his forehead, instantly absorbing all the sweat. Then, the soft towel was stuffed into Fatty's left hand.

The fatty looked gratefully at Zhao Yanyan, who had helped him wipe his sweat off and passed him a towel. He gave her a smile before continuing his motionless posture.

”Are we being too serious?” Guo Tailai wiped off his sweat again, then spoke out in an attempt to ease the solemn atmosphere: ”Actually speaking doesn't affect it.”

”Shut up!” Zhao Yanyan scolded Guo Tailai with a straight face.

The leaders at the side were all looking at him with dissatisfaction. Instantly, Guo Tailai no longer dared to chat awkwardly, and obediently shut his mouth, acting as the support of the high precision gyro.

Sixteen minutes, eighteen minutes, twenty minutes. Finally, everyone saw the gyro's spinning speed slow down and they could see the shapes of the round holes in the gyro's rings. However, the rotation was still very stable, as if it was fixed on Guo Tailai's finger.

Guo Tailai had already wiped off his sweat many times. Other than being tired from staying still, everyone's solemn expression made him sweat profusely.