"The second question is still a riddle. If a plane crashes and is shattered into pieces at the scene, surprisingly, no injured people can be found. Why is that?"
Ding!
"Child number 9, please answer."
"It was a remote-controlled airplane."
"The answer is..." The host glanced at the answer in his hand. "Correct. Congratulations to this child for getting one point."
Wen Yan'an did not speak, but his gaze occasionally drifted towards someone who was still talking to someone else. When he saw that she was not looking at him, he also did not look at her.
This scene made the surrounding audience, who were watching the show, burst into laughter. "Sister, quickly look at your son. He's waiting for your encouragement."
Fang Miaomiao then noticed the wet but stubborn eyes. The more she looked, the more she felt like a scumbag who abandoned her family.
"Pfft, Miaomiao." Cui Mantong was also amused and speechless. "Focus on An An. An An also answered the question correctly. An An is really amazing."
"Amazing, amazing, my son is the best." Fang Miaomiao quickly comforted the little guy's almost shattered heart.
"I am the most amazing."
"Of course, my son, Wen Yan'an, is the most amazing baby in the world. No one can compare."
Behind the screen, a handsome face narrowed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of jealousy that he himself didn't notice. "Your baby is Wen Yan'an?"
Fang Miaomiao, far away, sneezed several times.
This made Wen Yan'an's desire to compete for favor disappear entirely. "Are you alright?"
Fang Miaomiao rubbed her nose. "I'm fine. Someone must dislike me and be cursing me behind my back. Be good, our seafood feast is all up to you. You can definitely do it."
First move to give up: praise someone, praise them highly, and they will happily complete the task.
"Okay." Wen Yan'an nodded with a solemn little face, as if he had received a very important mission.
In the following questions, with Fang Miaomiao's praise and encouragement, Wen Yan'an was almost on fire, dominating the competition.
The families, except for Cui Yongsi, child number 10, who could compete for first or second place, stood by in stunned silence. kuAiδugg
"Whose child is this? So amazing." A mother praised enviously.
Wen Yan'an quietly retreated behind Fang Miaomiao. His obedient appearance made Fang Miaomiao feel indescribably proud.
"Oh, we let him grow freely. My child just likes to read, so he has a broader knowledge base."
Cui Mantong smiled, looking helplessly and indulgently at Fang Miaomiao's proud boasting.
"Hmph, what's so great about that? He might just become a bookworm who only reads dead books in the future. Not like my son, who is well-developed in all aspects of intellect, morals, and physique." A young mother, number 8, sneered dismissively.
She wasn't done yet. She disdainfully sized up Wen Yan'an from head to toe. "Skinny arms and legs, dull eyes, he clearly looks malnourished. What era is this? Are there still people who can't afford to eat? But it's understandable. If they could eat their fill, why would they come to participate in a competition to win prize money?"
"Unlike me, my net monthly income is twenty thousand." Mother number 8 glanced at Fang Miaomiao with disdain.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Wait, is this woman sick?
Just as she was about to "reason" with her, she felt someone tugging at her hand.
Looking down, Wen Yan'an shook his head at her.
"Quiet, please, no shouting. The scores have been tallied. The first place is child number 9, Wen Yan'an, who gets 5 points. Second place is child number 10, Cui Yongsi, who gets 3 points. Third place is child number 1, Yu Jiaxin, who gets two points."
"In ten minutes, we will begin the second competition, family fitness. This will mainly test the parents."
"Hurry up and tell us what the task is," Mother number 8 impatiently interrupted the host.
"Jump rope." The host said with a smile. "The most jumps within one minute wins."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Suddenly, she felt like quitting. Should she quit? Nothing is impossible in this world, as long as you're willing to give up.
"Miaomiao, but you said we have to challenge the impossible." Cui Mantong said with a mischievous smile. "Running away at the last minute is not a good solution. Besides, it's all being filmed. You wouldn't want another black mark of running away, would you?"
"How is that possible?" Fang Miaomiao said righteously. "I, Fang Miaomiao, stand upright and sit straight. How could I do something like running away?"
[I see the intention to flee in Fang Miaomiao's eyes. Sister Mantong, catch her.]
[Stop explaining. Explaining is concealing, and concealing is the truth. As soon as Fang Miaomiao heard she had to participate, she got cold feet. Watching her sophistry is so funny.]
[I suddenly realized that maybe Fang Miaomiao could choose another path, like being a comedian. Fang Miaomiao's serious demeanor is just too hilarious.]
[Oh my god, I just went to Fang Yanhuan's live stream. Do you know what I discovered? It's too exciting.]
[What, what?]
[Hurry up and tell us, upstairs. You've successfully piqued my interest.]
[They're arguing. Fang Miaomiao's live stream has administrators, so there's no firepower, and all that firepower has shifted to Fang Yanhuan's live stream. They think she's the one who screwed over their main character, and they're still cursing her.]
[Thank you, administrator, for bringing peace back to Fang Miaomiao's live stream. Isn't this season of 'Let's Travel Together' supposed to be good? If it weren't for Fang Miaomiao, I wouldn't even watch it.]
[She's a director now and is temporarily stepping in to save the show. That's already remarkable.]
[Wow, my Fang Miaomiao is becoming popular! Her Weibo has gained nearly fifty thousand followers.]
[I find Fang Miaomiao quite interesting. I'll follow her and see if her Weibo is just as funny.]
"Mom?"
"Yo, thinking of deserting, are we?" Mother number 8 noticed the situation and continued to mock. "I think you're right. With your physique, you'd probably break a leg just jumping."
"Then let's try it." Fang Miaomiao just couldn't understand why there were such annoying people in the world like number 8.
Number 8 disdainfully turned to get her jump rope.
Fang Miaomiao, not to be outdone, showed no sign of backing down.
Cui Mantong shook her head helplessly. Fearing that the two children would be hit by the rope, she quickly asked them to step back a little.
"Ready."
Fang Miaomiao and number 8 exchanged fierce glances, their bodies tensed, and they assumed their jump rope stances.
"Go!"
On the field, ten jump ropes whirled simultaneously, dazzling the spectators.
"Can Aunt Miaomiao win?"
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, but his eyes were firm. "But, to me, she is the best."
Cui Yongsi also nodded, looking at the figure on the field, his voice filled with pride. "To me, she is also the best."