“Yes!”
“I’ll be at the back!”
Jacob nodded, not sensing that Luka’s words had a deeper meaning.
But after thinking for a moment, he shook his head: “Actually, you should be at the back; your center of gravity is lower. I’ll go first.”
“Okay.”
Luka nodded in relief.
This imaginative web novelist really didn’t want Jacob standing behind him; it would give him the feeling of being targeted by a sniper, as if he could be taken out at any moment. Jacob naturally had no idea that Luka’s thoughts were so lewd. He communicated with a few other parents and ultimately decided on a formation with two male parents in the front, three in the back, and five female parents in the middle.
Soon, the first match began.
Class Two’s opponent was Class One.
Before the referee even shouted “start,” both sides’ cheerleaders were already excitedly shouting, “Daddy, go!”
“Daddy, go!”
Macy waved her little hands vigorously while shouting loudly, seemingly using all her strength.
However, with so many voices shouting “Daddy, go,” her cheers were quickly drowned out by the wave of encouragement.
In this situation, two voices stood out clearly.
One was “Brother-in-law, go!”
The other was “Jacob, go!”
Upon hearing each other’s cheers, Lara and Josie instinctively exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
“Aunt, shouldn’t you be cheering for Mom?”
Iris looked up at his aunt with a puzzled expression. His mother was also representing Class Two in the tug-of-war competition, yet his aunt was cheering for someone else.
“Aunt will cheer for your mom too, everyone cheer~!”
Josie replied perfunctorily, then shouted, “Jacob, go!”
“Aunt.”
Iris pouted in despair and could only start shouting, “Mom, go!”
Amidst the cheers, the first match began, and Class Two had an absolute advantage, resolving the battle in just a few seconds and successfully advancing!
“Yay!”
“We won!”
Macy jumped up excitedly, while Lara smiled and high-fived the little girl.
After resting for about fifteen minutes, the semifinals began.
This time, Class Two’s opponent was Class One.
Both sides were nearly evenly matched, and after a stalemate for a while, Class Two’s endurance proved superior, leading to victory and advancing to the finals.
Although this competition had no real significance and was just for fun, Kyra was still quite happy that her class made it to the finals. She specifically brought over a box of 12 bottles of mineral water to distribute to the ten participating parents.
“Macy’s dad, the opponent in the finals, Class Two, seems quite strong; they breezed through the first two rounds.”
Kyra handed Jacob a bottle of mineral water and began chatting with the temporary captain.
“Yeah, they do seem strong.”
Jacob nodded.
Class Two’s team included two strong men weighing over 200 pounds, making their overall weight greater than that of Class Two. Although tug-of-war isn’t solely about weight, the weight advantage cannot be ignored.
“If we want to win, it’s actually simple.”
Jacob took a sip of water and said with a smile.
“Simple?”
Kyra looked puzzled.
“Weren’t the prizes for the jump rope competition masks? We can just borrow two from the kids.” Jacob laughed.
“Masks?”
Kyra was momentarily taken aback, then realized that Jacob wanted to wear masks to make the opponents laugh. Even if only the first two or three people were amused, it would guarantee victory.
If it were a serious tug-of-war competition, this method would definitely not be allowed, but since the parent-child sports meet was meant for entertainment, it was inconsequential.
“Okay, I’ll go find two funny ones!”
The beautiful teacher’s face lit up with a bright smile.
In fact, winning or losing didn’t really matter; the main thing was that this approach had a fun spirit. Their kindergarten was recording the entire tug-of-war competition, and later they would edit some clips to post on the kindergarten’s social media account for promotional purposes.
So if this tactic really worked, it would be great material for social media, especially since she herself was into social media and understood a bit about it.
Soon, Kyra returned with two Pig Head masks.
Jacob handed one to Faith’s dad, who was standing in the front row with him.
“Haha, Jacob, you really are talented.” After hearing Jacob’s strategy, Faith’s dad couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
After resting for a while, the finals began.
All eyes were focused on the two teams.
Both sides’ cheerleaders were naturally working extra hard. In Class Two, the two men in front included one who weighed over 200 pounds and another who weighed around 170-180.
They shook their shoulders, both looking determined to win.
“Take your positions.”
The referee shouted, and all team members took their places.
Then the two burly men were a bit stunned because they were facing two “pig heads”! “Start!!”
As the referee’s flag dropped, both sides began to exert their strength.
