What fuse individuals into teams? What make a team more than the sum of its members? What is morale?

This, about 300 Sun's Beijing engineering employees gathered to celebrate its 5th birthday. We broke down organization barriers and formed cross-functional teams. Each team then chose their own members to compete in spirit and lightly athletic events. We can feel the buzz of competitiveness from the opening ceremony procession. Every team has a chant and, as usual, they all came up with some catchy phrases, some even did a skit.

The stadium can barely contain the spirit. None of the events were highly challenging. But if a team want to win, they must study the rules, strategize, practice, and practice more. I watch the serious faces discussing the finer point of the approaches. There are cheerleader's, coaches, and, of course, members carefully selected to compete the event.

When the event started, the stadium burst: cheering, screaming, yelling, laughing. Few minutes later, the event over, each team re-grouped, analyzed their new standing, strategized against their new target competitor, and moved on to the next event. There were no dull moments with adrenaline pumping fast.

Diann was part of the rope-jumping team. I paid her a compliment when they won. After all, it has been few decades since she jumped rope. "All those girls behind expecting me to go through without missing a step," She said. "I cannot possibly let them down." She rubbed her thighs, slightly sore from over-exerting, as she recalled the event.

There are no individual events. People are linked together in various creative ways. All of them required a bit agility. But teamwork and practices, which require teamwork, is the clear winning factor. And the winning is always sweet.

The climax came at the final tug-of-war, the only outdoor event. The scratching rope screeched in protest when both sides brought on the tension. When the whistle blew, the rest of the world disappeared. The rope grit into my hands while my feet dug into the asphalt. Each cheer somehow forced a bit extra out of me. I can feel the other side's rhythm and their every straining muscle.

And the deciding moment came always in an abrupt way. Somehow, one team's rhythm got a upper-hand. Each cheer amplifies the wave and one crumbles the opponents, frequently make the winning team lose their footing too. The joy of triumph, after giving everything in yourself, is beyond description.

I felt great. High-fives all around, every face was smiling. I don't care about the outcome of the event. Here I have a great team.

Let's do it again.