"The second question is still a brain teaser. If a plane crashes and is in pieces, but surprisingly, there are no casualties, why is that?"
Ding!
"Child number 9 answers."
"It was a remote-controlled plane."
"The answer is..." The host glanced at the answer sheet. "Correct. Congratulations, this child gets one point."
Wen Yan'an didn't say anything, his gaze occasionally drifting towards someone still engaged in conversation with others. When he looked at her, she remained unmoved, not even glancing his way.
This scene couldn't help but amuse the surrounding audience: "Sister, take a look at your son. He's waiting for your encouragement."
Fang Miaomiao finally noticed those wet but stubborn eyes. The more she looked, the more she felt like a neglectful mother who abandoned her child.
"Pfft, Miaomiao," Cui Mantong also couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Focus on An'an. An'an also answered the question correctly. An'an is so good."
"Good, good, my son is the best." Fang Miaomiao quickly comforted the little guy's almost broken heart.
"I'm the best."
"Of course, you are. My son, Wen Yan'an, is the most capable treasure in the world, second to none."
Behind the screen, a handsome face narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a hint of jealousy he himself hadn't noticed. "Your treasure is Wen Yan'an?"
Fang Miaomiao, miles away, sneezed several times.
This made Wen Yan'an's desire to win favor completely disappear. "Are you okay?"
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."
The first move of slacking off: praise. Exaggerate someone's abilities, and they will happily complete the task assigned to them.
"Mm." Wen Yan'an nodded with a solemn little face, as if he had been entrusted with a momentous mission.
In the following questions, Wen Yan'an, with Fang Miaomiao's praise and encouragement, was almost on fire, dominating the competition.
The other families, except for Cui Yongsi, number 10, who could snatch a point or two, stood by in dumbfounded amazement.
"Who raised this child? So amazing," one mother said enviously.
Wen Yan'an quietly retreated behind Fang Miaomiao. His well-behaved appearance filled Fang Miaomiao with pride that words couldn't describe.
"Oh, he's self-raised, self-raised. My child just likes to read, so he has a broader knowledge base."
Cui Mantong smiled knowingly, looking at Fang Miaomiao's proud bragging with a mix of helplessness and doting.
"Tsk, what's so great about that? He might just become a bookworm who only knows how to study in the future. Unlike my son, who is well-rounded in intellect, morals, physique, and aesthetics." Mother number 8, a young woman, scoffed dismissively.
She didn't stop there. She disdainfully sized up Wen Yan'an from head to toe. "Skinny arms and legs, with dull eyes. He looks malnourished. What era is this? Are there still people who can't get enough to eat? But it's understandable. If they could eat enough, why would they come to compete for prize money?"
"Unlike me, my net monthly income is twenty thousand." Mother number 8 glanced at Fang Miaomiao with disdain.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Hold on, 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. Let's not argue. The points have been tallied. First place goes to child number 9, Wen Yan'an, who gets 5 points. Second place is child number 10, Cui Yongsi, with 3 points. Third place is child number 1, Yu Jiaxin, with 2 points."
"In ten minutes, we will have the second competition, family fitness. This is mainly a test for the parents."
"Hurry up and tell us the task," Mother number 8 impatiently interrupted the host.
"Jump rope," the host said with a smile. "The one who jumps the most within one minute wins."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Suddenly, she felt the urge to quit. Should she quit? Nothing is impossible in this world, as long as you're willing to give up.
"Miaomiao, but you said, 'Challenge the impossible.'" Cui Mantong's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Running away now isn't a good solution. Besides, it's all being filmed. You wouldn't want another black mark of desertion, would you?"
"How could I?" Fang Miaomiao said righteously. "I, Fang Miaomiao, stand tall and walk upright. How could I do something like running away?"
[I see the intention to run away in Fang Miaomiao's eyes. Sister Mantong, catch her.]
[Stop explaining. Explaining is covering up, and covering up is the truth. As soon as Fang Miaomiao heard she had to participate, she got cold feet. Look at her sophistry, it's so funny.]
[I suddenly realized that Fang Miaomiao could take a different path, like being a comedian. Her serious demeanor is just too hilarious.]
[Oh my god, I just visited 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 curiosity.]
[They're arguing. Fang Miaomiao's live stream has an administrator, so there's no conflict there. Therefore, all that energy has shifted to Fang Yanhuan's live stream. They think she tricked their favorite, and she's still being cursed at.]
[Thank you, administrator, for bringing peace back to Fang Miaomiao's live stream. Didn't they say this season's show is "Let's Travel Together"? If it weren't for Fang Miaomiao, I wouldn't even watch it.]
[She's become a director. She's temporarily filling in to save the situation, which is already quite impressive.]
[Wow, my Fang Miaomiao is popular! Her Weibo has gained nearly 500,000 new followers.]
[Fang Miaomiao seems quite interesting. I'll follow her and see if her Weibo is as funny.]
"Mom?"
"Well, look, planning to be a deserter?" Mother number 8 noticed the situation and continued to mock her. "I think it's a good idea. With your condition, you might break a leg just by jumping once."
"Then let's try it." Fang Miaomiao couldn't understand why there were such annoying people in the world as Mother number 8.
Mother 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 the two children might get hit by the ropes, she quickly asked them to step back a bit.
"Ready."
Fang Miaomiao and Mother number 8 exchanged fierce glances, their bodies tensing, getting into a jumping stance.
"Go!"
On the field, ten jump ropes started simultaneously, dazzling the onlookers.
"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's the best."
Cui Yongsi also nodded, his gaze fixed on the figure on the field, his voice filled with pride. "To me, she's the best too."