Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The four little radish heads were stunned at the same time, scratching their little heads. "We didn't do anything, so how did we break the rules?"

Then they saw Tongtong take her first steps with her short legs and dart out in a flash, her little legs moving incredibly fast, as if they were powered by a motor.

"You're cheating!" They realized what was happening and chased after him frantically.

But Tongtong was already ten meters ahead of them.

She turned her head to look behind her, pulled her eyelids up slightly, and stuck out her tongue.

The four little radish heads almost coughed up blood.

Tongtong was the first to cross the finish line.

The little chubby hand was raised high, and his little face was full of the joy of victory.

The little radish boys in Class One cheered, jumping and skipping.

The other four classes protested, shouting "She cheated!" "It's unfair!" and "Let's do it again!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing both laughed. This little rascal.

Tongtong stood on the finish line, pouting, her little mouth sticking out: "They're the ones who are so stupid~"

The referee looked helpless and squatted down to discuss with Tongtong, "Tongtong, you didn't foul. But to be fair, how about we run it again?"

Tongtong protested, "Why?!"

The little rascals in Class 1 also started shouting, "Why should we have to start over!"

The referee held up three fingers: "If you win again, the reward will triple; if you lose, you'll still get a reward. How about it?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, like two little light bulbs being powered on at the same time.

"That's awesome!" She turned to the little rascals in Class One, "The reward will be tripled!"

The little rascals in Class One widened their eyes instantly and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Go, Class Monitor!!!"

Tongtong waved her little hand and said, "I'll do my best!"

She stood on the starting line again.

The other four little radish-heads glared at her, their little fists clenched tightly.

Tongtong completely ignored their gazes, staring straight ahead with her face tense, like a little statue.

The referee raised his hand: "Three, two, one, run!"

Tongtong shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

This time she didn't use any tricks; she just ran with all her might.

Her legs were short, but she moved quickly; her two calves seemed to have motors installed, whistling through the air.

The other four little radish heads also chased after her desperately, but they were horrified to find that Tongtong's legs were almost leaving afterimages!

The gap has not narrowed; instead, it has widened.

Halfway through the race, a little boy suddenly burst into tears, running and crying with snot and tears all over his face.

Another little girl also had tears in her eyes and a pout, but she didn't stop walking.

Tongtong was the first to cross the finish line.

She stopped without even taking a deep breath, glanced back, and saw that the four little radishes were still halfway there.

Some were crying, some were running, and some had given up and were standing there in a daze.

The little radish boys in Class 1 cheered, jumping and leaping like a flock of chicks whose nest had been disturbed.

"The class monitor won!"

"Triple reward!"

"The class monitor is awesome!"

The little rascals from Class One swarmed around her, jumping and skipping.

Tongtong stood in the middle of the crowd, her little chest puffed out and her chin held high, like a victorious general.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing sat in the parents' area, watching their daughter surrounded by a group of little girls, her face beaming with joy.

Mo Ye turned his head to look at He Wanqing, who was also looking at Tongtong, her lips curved and her eyes shining.

Tongtong turned her head to look at the parents' area and gave Mo Ye and He Wanqing a "V" sign.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing smiled and waved to her.

She quickly walked over, squatted down, and, unusually sincerely, praised her, "Tongtong, well done!"

Tongtong wiped her little nose, raised her chin high, and said with a matter-of-fact expression, "That's right, Tongtong is the best."

She paused, staring at Lin Yu with wide eyes, her gaze clearly saying, "Bandit leader, you'd better give me a bigger reward later, you'd better know what's good for you."

Lin Yu felt a chill run down her spine from her gaze, took a deep breath, and decided not to argue with this little brat.

She stood up, turned to face her class, took a deep breath, and asked loudly, "What's our slogan?"

She had previously agreed with them that they would shout slogans after winning the game.

The motto she gave them was "Everyone has their own unique talents."

Tongtong immediately chimed in, her childish voice ringing out, "Three—two—one!"

The little radish heads behind them shouted in unison, "I was born to be useful!!"

Lin Yu was stunned.

What about materials?

Her gaze swept across the faces of the little radish heads, then back again.

She asked, "Where did Cai Bi go?"

Then you see the little girls all stretch out their hands and point in the direction of the four small classes across from them.

"The noob is on the other side!!!"

The playground fell silent for a moment.

Then, the children from the four classes opposite burst into tears.

They were already in a bad mood because of losing the game, and now they were being mocked. They cried their hearts out, their faces covered in tears and snot, creating a very spectacular scene.

Lin Yu stared wide-eyed in horror and turned to look at the homeroom teachers of the four classes next door.

The four homeroom teachers were looking at her with remarkably similar expressions: a slight upturn at the corners of their mouths and meaningful glances, as if to say: You know what I mean.

Then they turned around, squatted down, and frantically comforted the students in their class who were crying.

Lin Yu opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but found that she couldn't say anything.

I really didn't, it wasn't me.....

I don't know what happened!

She inwardly groaned, feeling like she had become the enemy of the entire class.

She didn't do anything, so why does it seem like she did it on purpose?

The parents were both amused and exasperated, commenting, "Class 1 of the small class is so interesting!"

"How can these kids be so good at playing!"

Tongtong stood at the front of the line, spread out her two chubby little hands, waved her fingers like a conductor, and silently said three words as she opened and closed her little mouth: "Let's get hyped!"

The little radish boys in Class 1 immediately cheered "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" and jumped around like a flock of chicks whose nest had been disturbed.

"Tong Gang! Tong Gang! Tong Gang!" The voices were unified and their momentum was overwhelming, as if the entire playground belonged to them.

In contrast, the other four classes looked dejected, like eggplants that had been hit by frost.

Xiao Mei ran over from the line, grabbed Tong Tong's arm, and exclaimed with sparkling eyes, "Tong Tong, you're amazing!"

Tongtong put her arm around Xiaomei's shoulder, tilted her head back, and struck a pose like a domineering CEO:

"That's right. I officially bestow upon you the title of my beloved concubine; you are now my first wife..."

Xiao Mei rolled her eyes at her.

The tug-of-war competition has begun.

There was a chubby boy in Class One, surnamed Zhou, with the given name Zhuang. He had a chubby face and looked like a small iron tower when he stood there.

Tongtong walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Little Fatty, it's all up to you now..."