Fang Miaomiao chuckled apologetically, "Director, I'm sorry, the wind was a bit strong just now, I didn't hear clearly. What did you say?"
Chen Tianming raised the megaphone, "I said, the competition starts. If you can't answer one question, you get off the car and walk for ten minutes. If you can't answer two questions, you walk for twenty minutes, and so on."
"We can play it like that?"
Chen Tianming looked smugly at Fang Miaomiao, "What can I do? I'm the director, I make the rules."
"Then I should thank you."
"You're welcome." Chen Tianming turned to Said, "It's up to you now."
"Okay."
Said said and took out the materials.
"Now, we draw the first person to answer."
After speaking, a staff member brought up two opaque square boxes.
When Fang Miaomiao saw this, her eyes twitched. This was well-arranged.
Said reached in.
He felt around.
He opened the slip of paper.
On the paper, boldly written were the characters "Fang Miaomiao."
He continued to draw from the other box.
Cactus.
"Please tell us the characteristics of a cactus, Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao answered without hesitation, "The branches and leaves of a cactus have round tips and irregular wavy edges. The flowers are radial. Cacti are a variant of the succulent plants belonging to the Cactaceae family. They are clustered fleshy shrubs, about 1.5 to 3 meters tall."
"Cactus habitat."
"Loves sunshine and warmth, drought-tolerant, fears cold and acidic soil."
[Fang Miaomiao's memory is great, she actually remembered it. It's not easy, she deserves praise. Miaomiao, keep going, you must shut up those haters and prove yourself. Miaomiao, go!]
[It's just a cactus. Anyone who has read a few years of school knows this. Who knows if Fang Miaomiao is just guessing? Moreover, this is only one question. Just you wait. Fang Miaomiao is useless trash, and those who like her must be blind.]
"Not bad." Said nodded. "It's complete. Next."
After speaking, Said continued to draw.
"Zhou Jiaxin, Senior Zhou, please tell us about the red willow."
"Red willow is a shrub or small tree, about 1.6 meters tall, with slender branches. It is reddish-brown, a temperate and subtropical species. It likes light, is drought-tolerant, and cold-tolerant."
"Senior Zhou is amazing."
"Mom, you're so good." Wu Yueyuan looked at Zhou Jiaxin with admiration. "I want to learn from you, Mom."
Zhou Jiaxin ruffled Wu Yueyuan's little head.
"Next, Fang Miaomiao, please tell us about camel thorn."
"Camel thorn is a semi-shrub, 25 to 40 centimeters tall..."
"So impressive."
"Fang Miaomiao. I didn't realize your memory was so good."
Fang Miaomiao smiled coyly, "Don't praise me, it makes me shy."
"Give you an inch and you'll take a mile, right? Said, keep drawing. I don't believe she actually memorized all of them," Chen Tianming said, looking disbelieving.
"I'll try my best," Said replied with a wry smile.
Later, whether it was Chen Tianming playing a trick or not, Said drew Fang Miaomiao's name several times.
In the end, out of 25 types of seedling characteristics, Fang Miaomiao answered 21 correctly.
"Mom, you're amazing," Wen Yanan said proudly to Fang Miaomiao.
[Hahaha, got slapped in the face, haters! Miaomiao answered 21 questions correctly. Look, look, why aren't you jumping out now?]
[They're too embarrassed to show their faces. They were so confident and dismissive before, now they're so humiliated and pathetic.]
[Good heavens, you're all speaking up for Fang Miaomiao. Am I the only one having flashbacks to my high school geography class? The knowledge that left me when I graduated high school seems to have all come back to me at this moment.]
[Hahaha, me too. I've already remembered the fear of being dominated by all subjects in high school. Sigh, thinking about it now, I still miss it a little.]
All the content was recited.
Chen Huan memorized all 25 perfectly, leading by a wide margin. Next was Cui Mantong, who made two mistakes. Third was Zhou Jiaxin, who made three mistakes. Fang Miaomiao was last, with four mistakes.
In the children's assessment.
Cui Yongsi took first place, followed by Wu Yueyuan, then Ye Nan in third place, and Wen Yanan in last place.
Interestingly, the questions Wen Yanan got wrong were the same as the questions Fang Miaomiao got wrong.
"They are in the same predicament, are you two mother and son in the same predicament?" Cui Mantong teased.
"Is that not good?" Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "My son, the mistakes he makes are the same as mine. What do you call that? It's called telepathy."
"Ah, yes, yes, telepathy."
"Alright, Fang Miaomiao, you and Wen Yanan have to walk for forty minutes before you can get on the car, understand?"
Fang Miaomiao waved casually, "Director, I think you should hurry up and leave now."
"Why?"
Fang Miaomiao tilted her head, a smile on her lips, but no joy in her eyes, giving people a chilling feeling.
"Because, I'm afraid I might do something bad."
"Oh my goodness," Cui Mantong shivered. "Miaomiao, that's enough. What if I have nightmares tonight?"
"Miaomiao's acting is good." Zhou Jiaxin's eyes lit up, and she praised her.
"Heh heh." Fang Miaomiao gave a silly laugh and patted Wen Yanan, who had just hugged her. "How was it? Did your mom act well just now?"
"Mommy, you're bad."
"Silly boy."
The off-road vehicles set off.
Fang Miaomiao watched the vehicles drive further and further away until they disappeared from sight. She sighed, "An'an, were you doing that on purpose just now?"
"I want to be with Mommy."
"Aren't you afraid of walking? An'an said his legs were sore at noon."
"No." Wen Yanan held Fang Miaomiao's hand and walked, then jumped like the children on TV. "With Mommy, An'an's legs won't hurt."
"Let's go," Fang Miaomiao poked Wen Yanan's nose. "We'll walk for a full forty minutes."
"Charge!"
The setting sun cast their shadows long and elongated, making them appear exceptionally beautiful in the desert.
Half an hour later.
Fang Miaomiao felt the temperature of the yellow sand.
Hmm, good.
Not hot.
She sat down with a plop.
"I can't anymore, An'an, I can't walk."
"Didn't Mommy say we had to walk for 40 minutes? We can't let Uncle Tianming look down on us?"
"Did I?" Fang Miaomiao blinked. "When did I say that?"
Before Wen Yanan could speak, Fang Miaomiao continued, "An'an, you must have misheard. Why would Mommy make an oath? What is an oath? It's feudal superstition. We should believe in ourselves, believe in science, understand?"
Wen Yanan was silent for a moment. "Okay, Mommy."
"Come, good boy, sit." Fang Miaomiao beckoned. "Look, what a beautiful sky. Tsk, we shouldn't have walked for so long just now, it was a waste of such beautiful scenery."
Lone smoke straight, long river setting sun round.
Ancient people always used their poems to capture a moment, the most beautiful moment of a place.