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

The next morning.

The convoy of cars was already lined up in front of the hotel where the production crew was staying.

Everyone was much more excited than usual because they were going abroad to watch the World Cup.

Zhao Lei dragged his suitcase, humming a song as he walked, looking as if he were already sitting in the stands of a stadium.

"Dear viewers!"

"We're officially setting off today!"

"Destination: The World Cup quarter-final match!"

"What kind of treatment is this?"

"This is the highlight of my life!"

Bai Sisi reminded him from the side.

"Keep your voice down, the children aren't fully awake yet."

Zhao Lei immediately lowered his voice.

"Okay, I'll keep a low profile."

After he finished speaking, he saw Shen Ling'er being led out by Yang Mi, and he couldn't help but go over to her.

"Teacher Ling'er, how are you feeling today?"

Shen Ling'er was wearing a light gray jacket and carrying a small bag today.

She looked up at Zhao Lei.

"You're so noisy so early in the morning, which means you slept very well last night."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi laughed so hard her shoulders twitched.

"It was diagnosed right from the start."

Zhao Lei clutched his chest.

"Teacher Ling'er, today is the first day of the World Cup arc, can you give me a good start?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"You didn't forget your luggage today."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

Is that considered a compliment?

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"A little bit."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Zhou Chen and Su Wan brought Zhou Xiaoyu over.

Zhou Xiaoyu hugged her little water bottle, her eyes shining.

"Ling'er, are we really going to watch the World Cup?"

Shen Ling'er nodded seriously.

"It should be true."

Zhao Mengmeng, holding Bai Sisi's hand, asked in a childish voice:

"Are there many people playing football during the World Cup?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Yesterday, Uncle Zhao Lei said that many people are fighting over one ball, but they can't use their hands."

Chen Doudou immediately frowned.

"If we can't use our hands, how are we supposed to eat it if we manage to grab it?"

Lin Jia closed her eyes.

"Chen Doudou, football isn't something you can eat."

Chen Doudou said earnestly:

"But it's called a ball."

Chen Hao was laughing uncontrollably.

"Even if you call for a ball, you can't eat it."

Shen Ling'er glanced at Chen Doudou.

"If you actually ate a football, it would be even more unpleasant than eating dinner cake."

Chen Doudou became serious in a second.

"Then I won't eat it."

Zhao Lei laughed so hard he almost knocked his suitcase over.

"A single word from Teacher Ling'er is more effective than any amount of persuasion we parents could offer."

Shen Ling'er said calmly:

"Because I made it clear."

The live chat was already buzzing early in the morning.

"Hahaha, Teacher Ling'er's World Cup episode has started filming!"

"Many people try to grab a ball but can't use their hands; that explanation is too simplistic."

"DouDou is still trying to eat at the World Cup."

"The production team really went all out this time, sending the top eight teams abroad!"

"I'm already looking forward to Ling'er watching football."

The convoy set off quickly.

The airport is not too far from the hotel.

Along the way, Zhao Lei explained football to the children.

"In football, the most important thing is teamwork."

"Passing, positioning, shooting, defense."

"There's another term, 'world-class'."

Chen Doudou immediately raised her hand.

"What is a world-class goal?"

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi smiled and said:

"Could you put your food aside for now?"

Zhao Lei took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his professionalism as a host.

"World-class goals aren't something you can just throw around."

"It's one of those shots that go really, really far, so beautiful and so accurate. The whole stadium erupts when you kick it out."

Zhao Mengmeng's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"Can you kick it in from far away?"

Zhao Lei nodded.

"certainly."

"A great player can kick a very exaggerated arc from 50 meters away."

Shen Ling'er, who was leaning against Yang Mi, raised her eyes upon hearing this.

"Is fifty meters a long distance?"

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Of course it's far for a child."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"That depends on what you're kicking."

Zhao Lei became interested.

"Teacher Ling'er, you even know how to play soccer?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"don't know."

Zhao Lei just breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"But kicking something with your foot is almost the same as throwing something with your hand."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi took a soft breath.

"That sounds a bit dangerous, doesn't it?"

Yang Mi also looked down at her daughter.

"Ling'er, have you ever played football before?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"Kicked a stone."

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei immediately turned to the camera.

"Dear viewers, Teacher Ling'er's football resume is now revealed."

Main activity: kicking stones.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"A rock is harder to kick than a ball."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The comments section erupted in laughter.

"Hahaha, the main project is kicking stones!"

"A rock is harder to kick than a ball—that statement actually makes a lot of sense?"

"Oh no, why do I suddenly feel like she really could?"

"Ling'er says she doesn't understand, but I'm starting to get scared."

We arrived at the airport.

The production team coordinated the filming procedures in advance.

Because the group included celebrities, children, and live-streaming equipment, they walked through a relatively spacious passageway.

However, the airport was still very crowded.

In the departure hall, the sounds of dragging luggage, announcements, and children's laughter mingled together.

As soon as Zhao Lei entered the airport, he became excited again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the airport!"

"We're heading to the World Cup venue soon!"

"I only have one feeling right now."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"You're going to talk too much again."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi smiled and pulled him aside.

"Let everyone complete the formalities first."

The production team began arranging check-in.

Yang Mi squatted down and tidied up Shen Ling'er's small backpack.

"My passport is with Mom."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Where are the meal tickets?"

Yang Mi was taken aback.

"What meal ticket?"

Shen Ling'er was very serious.

Do I need a ticket for eating on the plane?

Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh.

"No need, they'll be provided on the plane."

Shen Ling'er frowned slightly.

"Is that enough?"

Yang Mi said gently:

"Mom also prepared a small lunchbox for you."

Shen Ling'er was relieved.

"That can fly."

But just then...

Suddenly, a hurried shout came from the group not far away.

"My bag!"

"Who took my bag!"

Everyone instinctively turned their heads.

A middle-aged woman stood near the security checkpoint, frantically rummaging through her suitcase.

Beside her was a little girl of about seven or eight years old, whose eyes were red.

"Mom, is the passport in there too?"

The woman's face turned pale instantly.

"Yes, they're all inside!"

Airport staff immediately surrounded them.

The production team was also taken aback.

Zhao Lei frowned.

"Could it be lost?"

Bai Sisi said softly:

"Airports are crowded, so accidents are definitely more likely to happen."

Shen Ling'er did not speak.

She stood beside Yang Mi, her eyes already scanning the surroundings.

I'm not just here to watch the show.

It's about the person.

Some people in the crowd turned around after hearing the shout.

Some people continued walking.

People stopped to watch.

Some people walk even faster.

Shen Ling'er's gaze quickly fell on a man wearing a black baseball cap in the distance.

The man was carrying a dark backpack and dragging a small suitcase.

It looks very ordinary.

But his steps were too steady.

It was so steady, unlike a normal flight catching.

It's more like trying to stop yourself from running away.

Shen Ling'er narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Mother."

Yang Mi lowered his head.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Ling'er raised her hand and pointed into the distance.

"That uncle in the black hat, the bag isn't his."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Which one?"

Shen Ling'er pointed more accurately.

"Fifty meters away, next to the pillar on the right, black hat, gray shoes, backpack on the left shoulder."

The cameraman immediately turned the camera around.

The viewers in the live stream instantly spotted the man.

The man was walking towards a denser area of ​​the crowd.

Zhao Lei lowered his voice.

"Teacher Ling'er, how do you know the bag isn't his?"

Shen Ling'er spoke very completely.

"The bag strap was adjusted to be too short, so it was uncomfortable on his shoulders when he carried it, and he kept using his left hand to support it."

"If it were my own bag, the straps wouldn't be so uncomfortable."

"And the fact that he dragged the suitcase very lightly indicates that the suitcase is his, but the bag is not."

"When people take their own things, they act smoothly; when they take other people's things, they act discreetly."

Zhao Lei felt a chill run down his spine.

"Holy crap..."

Yang Mi's expression also became serious.

She immediately looked at the staff.

"Notify airport security."

The staff responded immediately.

But just then...

The man in the black hat seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around to look.

His gaze met the camera's.

next second.

He quickened his pace and ran straight towards the side passage!

They got away!

Zhao Lei shouted.

Airport security immediately gave chase.

But there were too many people in the lobby.

The man in the black hat knew the route very well, dodging left and right, and quickly created distance.

The woman who lost her bag was so anxious that her voice changed.

"My documents! My child's documents are in there!"

The little girl burst into tears.

Yang Mi instinctively hugged Shen Ling'er tightly.

"Ling'er, don't run around."

Shen Ling'er didn't run away.

She glanced down at her feet.

There was an empty soda can on the ground that someone had just finished drinking from; it must have been accidentally kicked onto the aisle by a passenger.

Zhao Lei saw it too.

He hadn't reacted yet.

Shen Ling'er had already taken half a step forward.

The tiny toes gently stepped on the edge of the can.

She looked up at the man in the black hat who was running away in the distance.

It's very far away.

At least fifty meters.

There were also crowds, suitcases, pillars, and moving travelers in the middle.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened.

"Teacher Ling'er, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She only waited for half a second.

It's like a very narrow empty line appearing between the waiting crowd.

next moment.

She lifted her foot.

boom!

She kicked the empty can away.