When Wei Xiaomin saw her older sister cheering on her class, she followed her sister's example and the atmosphere of the competition between the two classes became lively.
Wei Mo and several teachers watched the children about to start the tug-of-war, and they were all very interested and full of fighting spirit.
After everyone was ready, Grandpa Yu and three teachers were watching, while Wei Mo's classmates cheered on their familiar classmates.
With Wei Mo's command, "3, 2, 1, begin."
The children from both classes mustered all their strength, pulling the rope behind them continuously. The atmosphere of the competition became more and more intense, and everyone gritted their teeth and exerted their utmost effort.
The red silk cloth swayed from side to side, but it did not belong to any particular group.
Just then, a little boy in Wei Xiaohui's group, because he pulled too hard, lost his grip on the rope and fell to the ground with a thud.
Wei Mo was about to check when he saw the child quickly stand up and rejoin the competition.
After a period of stalemate, Wei Xiaohui's class emerged victorious, and all the children cheered.
"Oh, we won, we won!"
"Our class is number one."
"We beat Class 2; Class 2 is just not as good as us."
The winning children were overjoyed, while the losing children were somewhat depressed and looked unhappy.
Just then, Wei Mo spoke up to comfort him:
"It's okay if you lose. Just go back and work hard. We'll play this game often in the future, and we'll win it back then."
Wei Xiaomin and the children nodded in encouragement, and then jumped up and down happily.
Because the next match is Class 3's match. Class 3 will play against Class 1 first, and then against Class 2 again.
In fact, Class 3 had a significant advantage, since the children in the other two classes were exhausted.
Moreover, Wei Mo from Class 3 is here. Wei Mo has been taking drugs, and his strength is practically superhuman.
However, he did not intend to help the children cheat; instead, he thought of other methods.
As Class 3 and Class 1 faced off, Wei Mo didn't hold the rope; instead, he stood aside.
With Wei Mo joining the competition, the old man became the referee, and with his command, both teams began to exert their strength.
However, instead of helping his team, Wei Mo stood aside and made faces at Wei Xiaohui's class.
His funny faces were so funny that the children burst out laughing, which made them unable to exert any strength.
The red ribbon quickly reached Wei Mo's side, and Class 3 easily won the victory.
Class 1, who lost, was very unhappy, but they were also laughing extra hard because it was the first time they had ever seen Wei Mo make such an expression, and it was just too funny.
Wei Xiaomin, who was watching him closely, suddenly understood the purpose behind her brother's actions.
Class 2 and Class 3 are about to have a competition, and this time they will fight for first place. Thinking of this, Wei Xiaomin waved to a few girls and whispered something to them.
Soon, the old man started organizing the third game, because the children had been playing for a long time and it was time for them to go to class.
The competition between Wei Mo and Wei Xiaomin's classes began, and this time Wei Mo didn't try anything funny. He thought it would be better to draw and make his second sister happy too.
Otherwise, my second sister would be very sad. Moreover, as the class monitor, she led her class to lose the game, and I'm afraid that some of the children will blame her.
Having thought this through, the two classes began their competition at the old man's command. This time, Wei Mo didn't make any funny faces.
However, they were suddenly attacked by Wei Xiaomin's class. Several girls were making faces and twisting their small bodies.
Wei Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Naturally, Wei Mo's team lost the game.
Wei Xiaomin and several girls cheered and shouted.
"We won! We won!"
All the children in the three classes had their wins and losses, and they all seemed very happy. They also felt that they had grasped the secret of the tug-of-war, and they would definitely do the same thing next time.
Just as everyone was happy, Grandpa Yu's words reached the children's ears.
"Alright kids, we've had enough fun. It's time to go back to class. We can find Wei Mo to organize more playtime after class."
After hearing what Grandpa Yu said, the children all hung their heads in dejection. They didn't like studying; they preferred to play.
But Wei Mo said that from now on, you can play with whoever studies well, and those who don't study well might even be bullied.
After thinking about this, the children reluctantly returned to the classroom and began studying again.
Wei Mo was feeling drowsy listening to Zhou Fen's lesson, because it was a Chinese class and there weren't many funny moments.
Zhou Fen was simply teaching everyone to recognize characters, so that everyone would remember five characters today.
Moreover, Zhou Fen was quite skilled at teaching children, because she knew that everyone liked playing with Wei Mo and called him Brother Wei Mo.
So the first words she taught the children were Wei Moge and Zhou Fen, her own name.
The children's handwriting was messy and most of them didn't have textbooks yet. Zhou Fen frowned when she saw this.
However, she didn't say much, since the conditions were still limited. Wei Mo, who had textbooks, glanced at the noisy children and tore open one of his grid notebooks, distributing it to his friends.
After all, these children all called him Brother Wei Mo, and he also gave them some pencils.
These things are worthless to Wei Mo, but the children love them very much.
Looking at their innocent smiling faces and their love for stationery, Wei Mo thought for a moment, then went to two other classes to distribute paper and pens to the children. However, he warned all the children:
"No drawing allowed, and pencils have lead. If anyone wastes them, I will never give them to him again."
The children had taken Wei Mo's things for free; they had taken Wei Mo's toys before.
Moreover, the children listened to Wei Mo's words very well. They nodded and began to practice writing on a grid paper that Wei Mo had given them.
After realizing the problem, Zhou Fen went to her godfather, Old Master Yu, and explained the matter directly to him.
"Godfather, if the children want to learn, they can't do without paper and pen, these two basic things. Otherwise, what can they learn?"
After hearing this, Grandpa Yu nodded seriously, and then he spoke to Zhou Feng.
"Don't worry, Zhou Fen. I'll have the brigade cover the cost. Luckily, the brigade has some funds. Fortunately, the current students are all from our village. We'll talk about the students who come later."
Zhou Fen nodded happily, and then returned to the classroom once again.
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