travel starts with photography

Chen Xing passed this level easily, and the Mongolian girl immediately wrote down Chen Xing's name on the computer.

"The amateur race will start around 3pm. We'll call you then. Can you leave me a phone number?"

"Row."

"Also, this is for you."

"what?"

The Mongolian girl in charge of filling out the form handed Chen Xing a small booklet, which looked like a flyer for a certain electrical appliance. It could be folded and had five pages in total. On it were photos of some scenic spots in Inner Mongolia, a total of thirteen.

"This is a new activity we launched this year. If tourists collect thirteen stamps, they can participate in a lucky draw. One of the stamps will be used to participate in the tourist horse racing event. We will give you one stamp when we notify you to come to the race this afternoon."

Chen Xing was looking through the scenic spots above. He was surprised when he heard the words and said, "There are not many people there. Most tourists probably don't know how to ride a horse."

"You guessed wrong, there are quite a lot of people who signed up."

"..."

Well, I am ignorant.

Chen Xing left Zhou Peng's phone number and walked out of the horse racing registration point.

Even though he has changed his cell phone number once, there are still people calling him live to contact him about work, and they keep calling him "fans". I don't know how these fans knew that this was his cell phone number.

So under normal circumstances, his phone would reject unknown calls and all external matters would be left to the studio.

By the way, I also called Zhou Peng.

"I saw where the tourist group was competing. It was a big red tent. You can see it soon if you walk towards the direction I left. There are a lot of people inside. Come quickly."

Taking pictures is important, but seeing Zhou Peng's excitement is also important.

Chen Xing only knew that Zhou Peng was very good at fighting in the past, but he didn't know what he was like when he wrestled seriously. He would see it soon, and he could also help him record it.

Not long after, Zhou Peng walked in with Qin Xinlei.

Chen Xing took him to sign up.

Mongolian wrestling has the most people signing up. This sport does not require you to have any basic skills, nor does it matter if you are thin or small. As long as you dare to sign up, they will accept you, and then you can change into a wrestling uniform and find your own opponent.

The officials will send a referee who will give a medal to the winner.

There are many people but few referees, so the wrestling registration area has the most tourists. Some have changed into wrestling uniforms and are looking for opponents, some have found opponents but haven't received referees yet, and more have registered but haven't gotten wrestling uniforms yet.

After all, whether it is wrestling uniforms or referees, they are limited and first come, first served. The whole venue is as lively as a market in an online game.

"Here comes a newbie, someone who has never practiced before."

"Hurry up, we've been waiting for so long."

"Are there any who have some basics? Are they all real tourists?"

"Let me play a round first, and then I'll let you play after I get the medal. Come on, cooperate!"

Upon hearing this, the Mongolian staff member held a loud speaker and said in Mandarin with a grassland accent: "Everyone is only allowed to register once, and can play up to three games. No private competitions are allowed. You must wait for our referee. Tourist friends, come and play. If you lose, you lose. It doesn't matter."

He felt that there was really nothing to say about whether the tourists won or lost, and there was no honor involved, just a broken medal.

But he had no idea that these people came just for this crappy medal.

Maybe I really have some ideas about experiencing wrestling, but the biggest motivation for signing up is actually the commemorative medal. This is something that can be collected, and ten years later I can even show off to my son and say that I won it at the Nadam Festival in Inner Mongolia.

Zhou Peng soon got a wrestling suit, and he walked over proudly, holding the hem of the suit:
"How is it?" "Cool!"

Chen Xing had already walked far away, and I took a picture of him with a wide aperture. Although there were many people behind the picture, the grassland in the distance was clearly visible. In addition, his body, which had gained weight in the past two years, really looked like a wrestler.

So Chen Xing followed Qin Xinlei and said, "He is indeed handsome."

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said, "I'll sign up, too."

"Don't you want to wrestle?"

"That's different. Didn't they give you a booklet just now? You can summon a dragon if you collect thirteen seals." Chen Xing said with a smile.

"Oh." Zhou Peng had just handed the manual to Qin Xinlei, and the staff member didn't tell them anything at the time, so he only found out about it now. He took it and flipped through it, then asked, "How did you know? And what is the medal?"

"The grand prize is a horse, there should be others, but I don't know about them."

"That would require thirteen projects. I'm afraid we can't finish them in one day."

"The Nadam Festival lasts for several days." said Chen Xing.

It seems that it is not so easy to win the final grand prize. Now the value of a horse is no less than that of a car, and the event planner will not give tourists such a big benefit so easily.

Chen Xing signed up and was immediately stamped with a red seal at the first attraction, just like the one you get when you buy a book in a museum.

At this time, Zhou Peng also encountered a challenger.

Zhou Peng was wearing a wrestling suit, with a protruding belly, looking fat and white, and it was obvious that he was an office worker. He was quite conspicuous in this environment, and many people wanted to challenge him to get the commemorative coin.

He was rather cautious in choosing his opponents. He would not look for those who were heavier than himself, nor those who looked muscular... let alone those who were compared with Chen Xing. He knew how strong Chen Xing was now, and lifting him might be as easy as lifting dumbbells.

He chose a fat guy who was about the same size as himself.

Chen Xing walked up with a camera and turned on the video function, saying, "Come on, Zhou Peng, you have to remember your lofty words last night. Do you want to say them again in front of the camera?"

He made a "yeah" gesture to the camera and said confidently, "No problem, just grab it and throw it, it's very simple."

Chen Xing saw that the person opposite him was also smiling happily, not like an introvert, so he went over and asked, "Hey handsome guy, what do you do? Do you have anything to say?"

"Haha, I'm a sports student from Xi'an, and I practice shot put."

"What?" Zhou Peng was stunned.

Why are you a sports student?
The competition begins!
Zhou Peng and the athlete student came into contact right away. Although the athlete student who practiced shot put definitely had an advantage in physical strength, Zhou Peng's flesh was not grown in vain, and he must be stronger than when he was thinner before. They became inseparable for a short time.

They were trying to trip each other up.

Seeing that neither of them could do anything to the other for a while, they prepared to separate temporarily... However, in a flash, the gym student grabbed Zhou Peng's wrestling suit and took it out while Zhou Peng was moving, and then suddenly made a choice!

Zhou Peng was carried up by him, like an adult holding a child's hand and spinning around.

Some of the onlookers were stunned.

This is not a child, this is a 200-pound adult.

Can this fly?

The gym student felt comfortable, and after turning around twice, he put Zhou Peng down, laughing and saying, "Come again?"

"Not coming, not coming."

Zhou Peng's steps were a little shaky when he landed... (End of this chapter)