I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Before the third round of tasks officially began, the production team first set up the venues for the three folk custom challenges.

The pitch-pot area is at the end of the ancient street. A red carpet is laid on the ground. The pitch-pot has a narrow spout and a long arrow shaft, which looks like it requires a steady hand.

The bridge-building area was on a shallow ditch, with a few planks, a few bundles of hemp rope, and a few bamboo poles all piled together, as if waiting for someone to make a fool of themselves.

The grain transport area was the most outrageous, with a few bags of millet, a few bamboo baskets, a narrow wooden bridge that could only be crossed by one person, and a sign hanging next to it.

"Complete within the time limit."

Zhao Lei laughed after watching it.

"Director, you guys finally stopped playing dirty tricks this time?"

The director of "Go Fighting!" remained silent for two seconds.

"Don't get excited yet."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

Why?

The director pointed at Shen Ling'er.

"Because she's there."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The whole place burst into laughter.

The comments section was already bursting with laughter.

"The director now has a conditioned reflex to Ling'er."

"Don't get too excited yet, this sentence has become a psychological trauma for you."

"The Extreme Challenge production team: They're starting to lose confidence even with normal tasks."

"Ling'er hasn't even made a move yet, and the director has already given his instructions."

Shen Ling'er stood on the sidelines, holding an account book in her arms, and first looked over all three venues.

She didn't rush to speak, but just watched very intently.

Yang Mi looked down and asked her, "Which one should we play first?"

Shen Ling'er looked towards the pitch-pot area.

"Toss the pot first."

Zhao Lei immediately perked up.

"Okay, I know how to do that, it's all about accuracy."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Don't rely on accuracy, rely on luck."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Huang Bo listened from the side and couldn't stop laughing.

"Look, Teacher Ling'er has even customized a project for you."

Zhao Lei clutched his chest.

"I'm becoming more and more like someone who's been filtered out by the system."

Bai Sisi suppressed a laugh.

"You didn't really have any reservations to begin with."

Everyone laughed again.

Before entering the pitching area, the rules were simple. Each team had three people, and each person had three arrows. The team with the highest total score won. The arrows were made of wood, but the mouth of the pot was very narrow, and the body of the pot was deliberately made a bit slippery, clearly details added by the production team.

Huang Lei picked up an arrow and weighed it in his hand.

"This feels wrong."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Huang Lei looked at Shen Ling'er.

"you say."

Shen Ling'er took the arrow and ran her fingertips along the shaft.

"The arrow fletching has been weighted."

Huang Bo was stunned.

"Is it getting worse?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"To make people think it will be straight, it will actually be slightly off-center in the end."

The production team paused noticeably for a moment.

The assistant director asked in a low voice, "Director, how did she know just by touching her?"

The director remained expressionless.

Don't ask me.

Zhao Lei exclaimed in surprise from the side.

"Dear viewers, Teacher Ling'er is now inspecting the pitch-pot props!"

"She can even feel the weight of the arrow fletching!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Don't rush to shout, finish what you have to say first."

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

Shen Ling'er examined all three arrows, then naturally set two of them aside.

"These two are heavy and suitable for adults."

Huang Lei looked at her.

Which one do you choose?

Shen Ling'er picked up the lightest one.

"this."

Sun Honglei immediately objected.

"Why did she choose the lightest one? I think the lighter the better."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You should shoot first, then we'll talk."

Sun Honglei choked.

Huang Bo laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.

"Honglei, your role now is to provide material for questioning."

Sun Honglei: "..."

In the first round, Zhou Chen went first.

He's a movie star, his hand is steady, and his starting stance is beautiful. But the first arrow landed right after it was released, missing its mark.

The second arrow grazed the edge of the rim of the pot.

The third arrow was even more decisive, veering directly off course.

Zhou Chen stood still, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"There's something wrong with this arrow."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's not the arrow that's the problem, it's that your hand is too straight."

Zhou Chen: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Actor Zhou: I thought it was a problem with the props."

Ling'er: No, it's because your hands are too straight.

"Is this the on-site diagnosis made by a five-year-old teacher?"

Su Wan suppressed a laugh.

"Then how should we throw it?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the spout of the teapot.

Don't look at the spout of the teapot.

Zhao Lei was shocked.

"If you don't look at the mouth of the pot when playing pitch-pot, what do you look at?"

Shen Ling'er spoke calmly.

"Let's see when you stop."

Huang Lei's eyes flickered.

"That's interesting."

Shen Ling'er continued, "If you keep your eyes on the spout of the pot, your hand will rush to reach it. If your hand is in a hurry, the arrow will stray."

"You must first secure your hand, then let the arrow fly out on its own."

After she finished speaking, she stepped forward herself.

The little girl was small, but she stood behind the arrow-throwing line, holding an arrow in her hand, yet her posture was very steady.

Unlike others who stared at the spout of the kettle, she first glanced at her wrist, as if to confirm that she had positioned herself correctly.

Then, with a gentle throw.

The arrow fell into the pot.

A crisp sound.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then a burst of cheers erupted.

"I won!"

"Hit the target on the first arrow!"

"That's incredibly stable!"

Zhao Lei suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Teacher Ling'er, what kind of technique is this?"

Shen Ling'er withdrew her hand.

"No skill involved."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "Just don't rush to win, finish the action first."

Huang Bo listened and nodded seriously.

"That's a good point."

Huang Lei smiled too.

"She's right. Many projects fail not because of technology, but because of impatience."

Sun Honglei was not convinced.

"I'm not in a hurry."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You're obviously in a hurry."

Sun Honglei: "..."

The second arrow, Zhao Lei goes up.

He stood with perfect posture, muttering to himself, "Stay steady, stay steady, stay steady."

As a result, the arrow went wide of the pot as soon as it was released.

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Wasn't my form just now quite standard?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Standards are the surface, trembling hands are the inside."

Zhao Lei covered his face.

Why is it that what you say always leaves me speechless?

Bai Sisi added with a smile.

"Because every single one of her sentences is correct."

Zhao Lei sighed.

"This explanation is even more hurtful."

When it was Huang Bo's turn, he didn't rush to throw; instead, he glanced at Shen Ling'er first.

"Ling'er, if I vote now, won't you realize I'm trying to lie to you?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

You've already lied.

Huang Bo was taken aback.

"What did I lie about?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You were standing too far off the line just now. You weren't afraid of missing the shot, you just wanted to see how others shot."

Huang Bo chuckled.

"You can tell from that?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Your eyes are always learning."

Huang Bo was stunned for a moment, then he actually laughed.

"I admit defeat."

His arrow was thrown very steadily, hitting the edge of the pot and grazing the inside, so it counts as half a point.

Huang Lei then went up and scored as well.

When it was Sun Honglei's turn, the scene became very entertaining.

He first rolled up his sleeves, standing as if he were about to launch a charge.

"Look at me."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Don't look at me, look at the teapot."

Sun Honglei disagreed.

"Do I need you to teach me how to play pitch-pot?"

Shen Ling'er remained calm.

"You're good at casting other types of tickets, but you might not be so good at casting this one."

Sun Honglei: "..."

He gritted his teeth and threw the arrow.

The arrow made a slight turn in the air and landed with a thud.

Sun Honglei stood there, his eyes vacant.

"That's not scientific."

Shen Ling'er said, "The arrow fletching was too heavy, and your hand was too fast, so it veered to the right."

Sun Honglei looked incredulous.

Huang Bo squatted down to take a look, and it was true.

The small section at the fletching of the arrow was noticeably heavier than the rest.

Huang Bo looked up at the production team.

"This is way too thin."

The production team remained silent.

Sun Honglei was completely furious.

"You're targeting me specifically!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It's not that I'm targeting you, it's that you happen to be the one being targeted."

Sun Honglei: "..."

The audience burst into laughter.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"Hahaha, Ling'er knows how to find a suitable position for Brother Honglei."

"He's good at other things, but not so good at this. It's hilarious."

Sun Honglei: I also have dignity on the show.

Shen Ling'er: You didn't.

"Even the production team couldn't match Ling'er's eyes in terms of props."

In the final round, it was Chen Doudou's turn.

Chen Doudou stood behind the line, holding the arrows in her hands, her expression extremely serious.

Lin Jia was a little worried.

"DouDou, don't be nervous."

Chen Doudou nodded earnestly.

"I'm not nervous, I'm just wondering how big the spout is."

After he finished speaking, he actually shot smoothly and made one.

Huang Lei couldn't help but laugh.

"This child is indeed single-minded."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"He didn't want to win, he just wanted to eat."

Chen Doudou immediately looked up.

"right."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Lei covered his face.

"Teacher Ling'er, now you've even revealed the child's motives."

After three rounds of pitching, the parent-child team was firmly in the lead.

The production team was noticeably silent.

The director of "Go Fighting!" glanced at the screen through the monitor, then turned to the assistant director and said, "I'm starting to doubt even the art of pitch-pot now."

The assistant director asked, "What about the next two?"

The director remained silent for two seconds.

"The last two are even less convinced."

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