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"Come on, Tangtang, Tangtang is awesome!"
"We are about to win, the Yellow Team will definitely win!"
¡°Brother, come on, chase Dabao¡¯s father, we¡¯ve caught up!¡±
"Caught up?"
On the competition field, everyone in the audience held their breath and looked at the only two groups of parent-child contestants in front of them.
The parent-child sports meeting focuses on teamwork. There are almost no individual competitions. It is all about the interaction between the team and parents and children.
The game at this time is "horse riding and fighting".
Divided into three teams of red, yellow and blue, the little babies wore team-colored hats and rode on their father's neck. They were considered a complete group. Five groups and one team played a hat-taking game - taking off the hats of the enemy children. , placed in one's own loot collection area, and the one with the hat still on his head at the end is the surviving winning team.
Shenlang is the yellow team, blocking the man¡¯s escape route:
"Wu Dabao's father, right? Nice to meet you."
Father Wu¡¯s face twitched: ¡°Nice to meet you?¡±
Father Wu is in the blue team. He is in his thirties, has a big body and a round waist, and has good physical strength. He can carry his fat son without breathing at all. However, although he is strong, he is not younger and more agile than the young man, and Dabao is not as careful and sensitive as Tangtang.
The red team on the other side has been completely wiped out.
The remaining two groups, blue and yellow, fought for several rounds. Gradually, Father Wu showed signs of decline and was chased by Shen Lang and fled in all directions.
The little dumpling riding on the shoulders and neck of his elder brother quickly stretched out his little hand and made a false move on Dabao's left side when Shenlang jumped over the obstacle nimbly and ran to Wu Dabao's father's side.
Dabao was so frightened that he hid to the right and pulled his father's right ear. Father Wu screamed in pain and ran to the right.
Unexpectedly, Shenlang held Tangtang's legs tightly and spun like a wild goose. He circled the other person twice, like a slight step, and came directly behind the other person.
"Look at my brother's position," Shen Lang whispered, "Tangbaoer, come on!"
"Yeah." The child looked calm.
After so many rounds of cooperation, she had already changed her hand and was waiting there.
¡°Well done!¡±
"Take it off, take it off."
"The yellow team wins, the yellow team wins!"
"Yellow team! Yellow team!"
Afraid that the parents on both sides would get over it and fight in the stalemate, the referee teacher quickly stepped forward, blew the whistle and raised the flag: "The game is over, please separate the two sides, Tangtang wins!"
Broadcast: [The results of the competition are now announced. Child Shang Yanye and his surrogate father won. They belong to the Yellow Team. The Sunflower Class scored 80 points and won the final victory! ¡¿
In the elimination seats on one side of the competition venue, the originally dejected children of the yellow team all jumped up and swarmed forward.
"Tangtang! Great! So awesome!"
"Tangtang is so good, I thought we were going to lose."
"Big brother runs so fast!"
Shenlang took the child off his shoulders and placed it firmly on the ground, smiling as he watched a group of children dancing around, surrounding Tangtang, who was ostracized by everyone at first.
Xiaotuanzi raised his head carefully and looked at his elder brother.
Shen Lang gave her a thumbs up approvingly.
Won?
Won!
Big brother is not lying, he can really win!
Surrounded by children, Xiaotuanzi burst into tears with a bright smile on his face.
Teacher Xiao Zhang: "Children, let Tangtang accept the award on behalf of our class, okay?"
Children: "Okay!"
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At ten o¡¯clock in the morning, outside the gate of Cambridge International Kindergarten.
A low-key black car was looking for a parking space, drove back and forth three times, and finally parked slowly on the side of the road.
The car window is down.
Shang Yuxian glanced at the old white van, which was parked between two parking spaces without any sense of ethics. The front of the car was tilted to the left and the rear of the car was tilted to the right. It was obvious that the owner of the car had tried his best.
Shang Yuxian frowned, visually checked helplessly, and turned the steering wheel.
The black car slowly turned, moved, and backed up, squeezing in from the left side of the van, right next to each other.
Opening the door, the man got out of the car.
Dusting off the non-existent wrinkles on the sleeves of the windbreaker.
At this moment, the voice of the radio came from the courtyard wall:
¡¾Shang Yan's child Ye and his surrogate father won¡¿
¡°???¡±
I don¡¯t know if he heard Shen Lang¡¯s roar and threats. The little dumpling who went off the track stayed in the crowd for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ran in the direction of Shen Lang.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
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Shenlang: "?? Can't hear you! Run, don't beep!"
Everyone: ""
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How can he care so much about criticism and education? Seeing the child rushing toward him, Shenlang knelt down, opened his arms, and hugged her.
The little one raised it up, pinched it with his arms, turned around and ran away, heading straight towards the trophy collection area.
The little dumpling was sandwiched, and he said calmly: "Brother, my father is here."
¡°Tsk, is it the one with zero points?
Passing by the crowd of onlookers who had just left the child behind.
While running, he followed the direction of the child's finger and glanced quickly: "Which one?"
Xiaotuanzi: "The one staring at you."
Shenlang: ""
Arriving at the trophy collection area of ??Sunflower Class, the child handed in the "borrowed" "Little Prince". Shen Lang noticed that the borrowing requirements of the small note were:
¡¾Favorite book¡¿
Referee teacher: "The review is passed and the borrowed items are qualified."
Without saying a word, Shenlang ran to the lottery area with the child in his arms.
When he was far away, he asked: "The little prince is very famous, can you understand?"
Xiaotuanzi recalled: "Dad read it, but I didn't understand it very well."
Shen Lang frowned: "I didn't even understand. How could it be my favorite book? Did you lie to the referee?"
"I'm not lying! Dad really read it, and the voice is so nice. Tangtang likes listening to dad telling stories the most," Xiaotuanzi said anxiously, with a bit of aggrieved tone in his voice, "It's just that he reads a bit fast, like a robot, so it's not very good." It¡¯s interesting, that¡¯s why Tangtang doesn¡¯t understand¡¡±
"Your dad won't take the blame for this," Shen Lang laughed dryly, "It would be good if someone reads it, but no one has ever told me a bedtime story."
Xiaotuanzi¡¯s eyes were bright: ¡°Well, big brother, come to my house and let my dad tell you.¡±
Shenlang: ""
Xiaotuanzi: "Are you coming? Come on, my dad's house is big, and the bed is big too."
Shenlang was embarrassed: "Nonsense."
Xiaotuanzi's eyes widened: "By the way, that's it. If you come to sleep with my dad, he will definitely tell you: Go to bed quickly and don't mess around!"