A ragged cub at the beginning

There are more children participating this time than the first time. Having seen the previous rewards, everyone is eager to take home first place.

The sprint race was about to start, and Wang Ziming had to pee urgently, so Zhu Ying hurriedly took him to the toilet, but before he came out, someone outside shouted "start". Wang Ziming hurriedly ran out with his pants in his hands, tying his belt as he ran.

As a result, his pants fell off while he was running, and there was a burst of laughter outside the stadium. Wang Ziming burst into tears, and Wang Jingyi was anxious and was about to go in to comfort her brother. But he continued to run while crying and kicking his pants in a weird way, and the laughter became louder again.

Wang Jingyi looked at her brother with heartache, her face flushed, and she wanted to tell these people to stop laughing.

"Come on! Wang Ziming!" Tang Xu raised his megaphone and shouted, "Don't be ashamed! It's okay! You're great."

The laughter slowly stopped, and Wang Jingyi stood at the front, "Come on, Wang Ziming!" Although she didn't know what "come on" meant, she thought it was a form of encouragement.

More and more people joined in, and more and more people cheered for Wang Ziming.

Wang Ziming actually didn't hear it, he was crying so hard that his nose was running. His face was red, maybe because he was embarrassed or because he cried too hard, even his ears and neck were red.

But he got second place and rushed into Zhu Ying's arms and burst into tears.

Zhu Ying wanted to laugh but felt distressed, so she held his head and kept comforting him. Another teacher held back her laughter and pulled up his pants.

"I'm never going to the toilet again! Waa ...

As soon as Wang Jingyi came over, she heard this and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's okay. Don't you have an outer skirt on the outside? No one saw anything, and you even got second place." Zhu Ying touched his head.

There were many people this time, so there were four short-distance races, and the top three entered the final.

After Wang Ziming's incident, the teachers checked the children's belts one by one in the following competitions to see if they were properly fastened. But the belt was properly fastened, while the sole of another child's shoe fell off. He gritted his teeth and ran to the end barefoot. Fortunately, the grass was covered and the stones had been cleared, so he was not injured.

"Oh, kid, don't run if the soles of your shoes fall off. What if you hurt your feet?" The child's mother ran over and complained while checking the child's feet.

"Can't give up! I want to win!" the child shouted.

The mother was stunned for a moment, "Whether I win or lose, it doesn't matter, right?"

The child looked up at her mother, with a stubbornness in her eyes that she couldn't understand. "But I didn't try hard, how can I admit defeat? The teacher said that it's acceptable to lose after trying hard, but it's unacceptable to admit defeat before the game is over."

"Well said." Magistrate Yu was coming to see if the child was injured. Hearing this, he couldn't help but praise him. "With ambition and energy, this child will achieve great things in the future."

"I know, Your Excellency the magistrate." The mother knelt down quickly.

"No need to be so polite. I'm just an old man who came to see the children today." He smiled, but turned aside for fear of making others feel uncomfortable.

"It's amazing that my son received praise from the county magistrate." The mother smiled happily.

This was exactly the effect Tang Xu wanted. The following tug-of-war competition was the key point that could best demonstrate the children's spirit of not giving up.

When the children split into two groups and concentrated all their strength on a rope and started pulling it, the parents outside the venue did not take it seriously and did not understand what kind of sport this was.

But as time went by, more and more children with red ribbons on their heads passed the line, and in the end only three children failed to pass the line. Anyone with eyes could see how hard the children with red ribbons were struggling.

But no matter whether they passed the line or not, no one gave up, they gritted their teeth and pulled back desperately. The front of their shirts was completely wet with sweat, and if you look closely, you can see that some children's hair is dripping with water.

At this moment, the child at the last end of the red ribbon suddenly slipped and fell on his butt.

The audience outside the stadium sighed, and everyone thought that this team was going to lose. But the child was still pulling back, and he didn't dare to release the force or stand up. He could only push the ground with his heels, wrap the rope around his arms, and move back little by little.

"God, he's only a few years old, why doesn't he just give up?"

"Will your hand be dislocated? That's not safe."

"A child has returned! A child has been returned!"

"One more has been sent back, making it five now!"

"Amazing……"

I don’t know how long this tug-of-war lasted, and all the children who participated were like being fished out of the water.

Yu Youfeng seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere. He moved closer and closer, almost standing in the center of the arena. He couldn't help but say, "Come on, little guy!"

Tang Ting didn't care about anyone else at all. He kicked his legs hard and pulled the rope back with all his might.

He wanted to win, he had to win, he wanted the director to see him. He wanted to give the prize to the director, thanking her for giving him a life where he could study and practice martial arts without worrying about food and drink. He also wanted to apologize to her for misunderstanding her and thinking that she would abandon them like everyone else.

Tang Xu frowned as he looked at the arm that was tied with rope, worried whether it would get hurt. This kid was trying too hard, it would be so painful if it got dislocated.

The scene was completely silent, with all eyes focused on the small rope. The children with red belts all came back one by one, and the victory of this game seemed to be a suspense again.

"Do you think we should stop the game? I'm afraid the kids will get exhausted and injured if the game goes on for too long. But they're trying so hard and want to win, and I can't bear it." Tang Xu looked at Du Yun in confusion, wanting to ask him for advice.

"Let's take a look first." Du Yun squeezed her sweaty hands, "and then let the children try."

"Will the losing team cry later?" Tang Xu started to worry about something else.

"It's okay to cry for a while. When you stand up, you are still a brave man." Du Yun is proud of these children.

"Pfft," the word "hero" made Tang Xu laugh.

The time was so long that it made people anxious. Two green belt kids crossed the line. I don’t know if it was because they were about to win but now they were about to lose, which affected their mentality, but the green belts passed one by one.

Red belt wins.

There was crying all over the field, the winners were crying, and the losers were crying too.

"Okay! Good boy!"

"With such perseverance, the future will definitely be good!"

"I am not even as good as a child."

"Qingyang's children are all great!"

"Well done!"

"Well done!"

Cheers rang out one after another, and the children seemed to wake up suddenly. They quickly wiped away their tears and stood up.

The teacher of the losing team came forward to comfort them, and the teacher of the winning team encouraged and praised them, and took the children downstairs to change clothes. The first time they forgot to bring them, many children were soaked, had no clothes to change, and some were sick the next day.

"Stretch out your hands so I can see them." Banxia checked the children's hands one by one, especially Tang Ting. She checked his arm specifically, fearing that he had sprained it.

Fortunately, all the children only had minor scratches and nothing serious happened.

Tang Ting rubbed his hands on his clothes and walked in front of Tang Xu, "Director."

Tang Xu wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "Are you tired?"

Every teacher would wipe sweat like this, but he didn't know why he felt shy when the headmaster did this. Maybe it was because he liked the headmaster too much, and it would be nice if this was his mother. Tang Ji and Tang Lele all called her mother, and he wanted to, too, but Tang Xu hadn't told him, so he wasn't sure.