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

The chubby boy let out a loud "Aww!" his face flushed with excitement: "The gang leader has taken a liking to me! Leave it to me, class monitor!"

He ran to the end of the rope, wrapped it around his stomach, and then lay down on the ground.

He stood there like a wall, completely still.

The parents and teachers watching from the sidelines twitched at the corners of their mouths as they witnessed this scene.

Tongtong nodded in satisfaction, stood at the front of the line, her little face tense, and gripped the rope tightly with both hands.

The first match is against Class 2.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle, the little radish boys from Class One didn't even have to exert much effort before the rope was pulled over, effortlessly.

Class 1 received a bye in the second round and advanced directly to the finals.

The final match against Class 5 is a formidable opponent.

There were two chubby boys in their class; when they stood there, they looked like two small mountains.

Tongtong stood at the front of the line, gripping the rope tightly with both hands, her little feet pushing off the ground, her body leaning slightly backward.

The class monitor of Class 5 stood opposite Tongtong and exchanged a glance. It was as if lightning flashed between their eyes, crackling loudly.

The referee blew the whistle.

The little radish boys from both classes strained at the same time, and the rope instantly became taut.

Tongtong's face turned bright red, and her little feet left marks on the ground, but the rope still moved little by little to the other side.

Seeing Tongtong's flushed face, the class monitor on the other side couldn't help but say, "Tongtong, you should just admit defeat. You're no match for us."

Tongtong suddenly chuckled.

When the class monitor of Class 5 saw the smile on her lips, a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

But he held firm – the advantage was on their side.

Tongtong took a deep breath and shouted, "Lu Hao~ Show us your talent!"

"Alright!" Lu Hao jumped out from behind Tongtong, stood at the front of the line, put his hands on his hips, wiggled his butt, and then started to wiggle his little body.

He spun three times to the left, three times to the right, twisting his neck and wiggling his butt. With his face and squinted eyes, his expression was so alluring that it was almost unbearable to look at.

"Hey baby, are you ready?" His voice was high-pitched and drawn out.

Tongtong immediately shouted, "Close your eyes!"

All the little radish kids in the class closed their eyes in unison.

The little rascals of Class 5 were stunned, staring wide-eyed as Lu Hao twisted and turned in front of them.

That dance move, that expression, that seductive "mua~", their lips started to curl into an uncontrollable smile, then their shoulders began to tremble, and then, they completely lost control.

One by one, they untied the ropes, squatted on the ground holding their stomachs, and laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

One of the passengers pulled hard, and the rope "whooshed" across the line.

The referee blew the whistle: "Class One wins!"

Seeing that they had won, Lu Hao turned around and blew a kiss towards Class 5, his voice both high-pitched and sweet: "mua~ love you guys~"

The little rascals in Class 5 collectively let out a "Ugh!" and then suddenly realized they'd been tricked!

"You cheated!" The class monitor of Class 5 stomped his foot angrily, his face turning red.

The little rascals in Class One all shouted in unison, "A bet's a bet!"

The class monitor of Class 5 opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, then turned to look at the referee.

The referee had his head down, his shoulders trembling, and it took him a long time to raise his head, a smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

She cleared her throat, trying to look serious: "Class One wins."

"Yay!" the little rascals of Class One cheered, jumping and skipping, "We're number one again! Noobs~"

The children from the four classes opposite clenched their fists at the same time.

Class 1 won a lot of prizes and even got a trophy.

The trophy wasn't large, but the base was inscribed with "First Place in the Junior School Sports Meet Team Competition," and it was plated with a thin layer of gold that shimmered in the sunlight.

Tongtong held the trophy in both hands and raised it above her head.

The other little girls surrounded her, like stars around the moon, each with their little faces tilted up, their eyes sparkling.

Lin Yu took out her phone and snapped several pictures.

The parents around also raised their phones, and the flashes went off rapidly.

Tongtong stood in the middle, her chin held high, and the corners of her mouth turned up so wide she couldn't suppress them.

After taking the group photo, Lin Yu started organizing parent-child games.

She laid out the small gifts in a row on the playground—snacks, toys, dolls, all kinds of sizes, a dazzling array.

In the far distance stands a Pikachu plush toy over a meter tall, fluffy and golden, which is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Tongtong ran to Mo Ye's legs with a "da da da" sound, put one arm around his leg, put the other hand on her hip, and looked up at He Wanqing with her little face.

He Wanqing looked down at her: "Tongtong, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, Tongtong puffed out her little chest and shouted loudly, "How dare you! You actually dare to call me by my full name! Call me King Tongtong!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing were both stunned.

"I won't argue with you if you call me at home," Tongtong's voice grew louder, her little finger pointing at He Wanqing.

"Now in kindergarten, I'm the boss! Now Dad's mine! Understand?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then, the parents burst into suppressed laughter, their faces turning purple from holding it in.

Someone whispered, "This kid is a complete rebel!"

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes and stared at the little bean sprout.

Tongtong felt a chill run down her spine from her gaze and immediately shouted, "Protect the boss! Protect the boss! Your boss is about to be beaten up, come and help!"

She turned to look at the little ones in her class.

The little radish heads all took a step back in unison.

Tongtong then looked at Lu Hao.

Lu Hao lowered his head and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

Tongtong looked at her group of "little brothers" and her little mouth slowly pursed. Was it too late to take back what she had just said?

"You traitors!" she stomped her foot angrily.

The little radishes looked at each other, but none of them moved.

They're not stupid. The class monitor is already a little devil, so her mother must be a big devil.

You can tell just by looking at that expression.

Tongtong shrank behind Mo Ye's legs, poked half her head out, and said in a babyish voice, "Mommy~ I was just kidding! Hehehe..."

He Wanqing looked at her expressionlessly: "Hehehe..."

Tongtong shrank her neck, looking timid.

He Wanqing squatted down and whispered something in her ear.

Tongtong's face immediately fell. She reached out and touched her bottom, and then a lightbulb suddenly lit up in her head: she was going to call her grandma tonight and tell her that her mom was going to hit her.

Hehehe, perfect.

Lin Yu called everyone to start the ring toss game.

Parents helped arrange the small gifts neatly, row upon row.

The furthest Pikachu plush toy is fluffy, golden, and taller than Tongtong.

Mo Ye hugged Tongtong in his arms and handed her five rings: "Here, Tongtong, throw them first."

Tongtong took the ring, squinted one eye, aimed, and flicked it with her little hand.

The ring flew out, bounced on the ground, stood up, and rolled around...