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

After the plane took off smoothly, the excitement in the cabin did not dissipate immediately.

It was the first time the children had traveled abroad with the program crew. At first, they were looking at the clouds through the porthole, but as the plane entered the cloud layer and all that was left outside was a white expanse of light, their attention was gradually drawn to other things.

Zhao Mengmeng leaned against the window and whispered, "Mommy, are we in heaven now?"

Bai Sisi smiled and fastened her seatbelt for her.

"Yes, it's in the sky now."

Zhao Mengmeng looked intently out the window.

"But there's nothing outside."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi and glanced out the window upon hearing this.

"There are clouds."

Zhao Mengmeng nodded.

"Are clouds even considered things?"

"Yes," Shen Ling'er said naturally. "Clouds are made up of many tiny water droplets and ice crystals coming together. The reason they look white is because the sun shines on them."

Zhao Mengmeng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Zhou Xiaoyu also came over.

"Can we walk on the clouds?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"cannot."

"The clouds look thick, but in most places they can't support a person."

"If you step on it, you'll fall right down."

Chen Doudou, who was studying the small table on the seat in front of her, immediately looked up when she heard this.

"Where would I fall if I fell?"

Lin Jia quickly said, "It won't fall, the plane is very safe."

Shen Ling'er nodded as well.

"right."

"As long as everyone sits still and doesn't run around, no one will fall."

Chen Doudou felt relieved and then looked down to touch her belly.

"When will the food arrive?"

Lin Jia: "..."

Zhao Lei, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't help but turn around when he heard this.

"DouDou, you've asked about food more than a dozen times since you got on the bus."

Chen Doudou looked serious.

"Because I was afraid the plane would forget."

Zhao Lei laughed.

"The plane will not forget."

Shen Ling'er added earnestly, "But sometimes the airline will give you one less small bread roll."

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.

"Teacher Ling'er, how did you know?"

Shen Ling'er looked ahead in the corridor.

The flight attendant is pushing a food cart, which is neatly arranged with a row of meal boxes and drinks.

"Because there are fewer food containers at the back than at the front."

Zhao Lei followed her gaze and indeed found that there were more than a dozen lunch boxes on one side of the top layer of the food cart, while the other side was clearly empty.

He blinked.

"You can tell from that?"

Shen Ling'er calmly said, "It's not that one serving is missing, it's that someone changed the meal earlier."

Bai Sisi laughed upon hearing this, "Perhaps someone ordered a special meal in advance."

Sure enough, not long after, a flight attendant pushed a food cart over and first gave a special meal box to an elderly person in the front row.

The old man accepted the gift and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhao Lei looked at Shen Ling'er with a complicated expression.

"I'm afraid to ask you how you knew that anymore."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"You can ask."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"real?"

"real."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"But after you finish asking your questions, don't shout every word out to the camera."

"When others are eating, too much noise will affect their appetite."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi burst out laughing.

"Look, she now gives you instructions on how to use it in advance."

Zhao Lei nodded obediently.

"clear."

"Today I will be a quiet person eating."

The airplane meal arrived quickly.

The children's lunchboxes were specially prepared, containing a small portion of pasta, chicken wings, corn kernels, fruit, and a small cake.

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up as soon as she opened the lunchbox.

"They have chicken wings!"

Lin Jia glanced at it.

"It's not a chicken leg."

Chen Doudou earnestly corrected, "Chicken wings are also acceptable."

Zhao Lei laughed so hard he almost dropped his fork.

"DouDou, you have a pretty high tolerance for food."

Chen Doudou nodded.

"As long as it's edible, it's fine."

Shen Ling'er opened her lunchbox, glanced at the pasta first, and then picked at the chicken wings with her fork.

Yang Mi asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Shen Ling'er took a bite and gave a serious evaluation.

"It's better than the small cakes at yesterday's dinner."

Yang Mi suppressed a laugh.

"So that's not bad?"

"Um."

Shen Ling'er nodded, "At least it's real food."

Zhao Lei, who happened to be nearby, overheard this and immediately lowered his voice and chuckled, "Director, did you hear that? Teacher Ling'er's evaluation of the airplane food is much higher than her evaluation of yours."

The director, who was sitting in the back, looked up when he heard this.

"I heard you."

Shen Ling'er looked at the director.

"This was indeed well arranged."

The director was taken aback.

Zhao Lei sat up straight instantly.

"Director! This is formal praise!"

The assistant director couldn't help but laugh.

"Director, you can take notes today."

The director paused for two seconds, then actually took out his phone.

I typed a line in the memo.

[The airplane meal was approved by Shen Ling'er.]

Zhao Lei was dumbfounded.

"Director, have you become this meticulous now?"

The director gave him a long, wistful look.

"You don't understand."

"This kind of recognition is hard to come by."

The cabin erupted in laughter again.

After finishing their meal, the children felt a little sleepy.

Zhao Mengmeng leaned against Bai Sisi's chest and fell asleep in no time.

Zhou Xiaoyu hugged her little blanket and quietly closed her eyes.

Chen Doudou originally wanted to order another small bread, but Lin Jia stopped her and she could only sit down with her water cup.

Shen Ling'er did not go to sleep immediately.

She leaned against the window, holding the small ledger she always carried with her, and turned to a blank page at the back, slowly starting to draw something.

Yang Mi glanced down.

"What should we draw?"

Shen Ling'er did not look up.

"court."

Yang Mi was somewhat surprised.

"You haven't even seen a football field yet, and you've already started drawing it?"

"Uncle Zhao Lei just said that."

Shen Ling'er talked as she drew.

"A rectangular field with a goal on each side, a line in the middle, and many people sitting around it."

Upon hearing his name called, Zhao Lei immediately turned around.

"Teacher Ling'er, are you drawing a soccer field?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

Zhao Lei leaned over and took a look.

The ledger had a simple rectangle drawn on it, with a line down the middle and a small door at each end.

But on the outside of the court, Shen Ling'er also drew a few arrows.

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"What is this?"

Shen Ling'er said, "The location where the person ran."

"Haven't you watched the game yet?"

"You can think of things even if you haven't seen them before."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him and said, "If both sides want to kick the ball into the other's goal, then the middle will definitely be the most crowded."

"If you want to escape, you have to go to an open space."

Zhao Lei opened his mouth.

"This...is indeed the basic idea behind football."

Shen Ling'er continued drawing with her head down.

"And the person with the ball can't just keep running around on their own."

"When others surround him, he can't run anymore, so he has to pass the ball to someone in a better position."

Zhao Lei was completely stunned.

Bai Sisi also peeked over from the side.

"Does this mean she's already starting to consider tactics?"

Zhao Lei appeared dazed.

"She's already figured out the passing and running space before she even stepped onto the field?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"This shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Zhao Lei remained silent for two seconds.

"It might not be difficult for you."

The directing team sat in the back row, and the assistant director couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Director, once we get to the set, should we find a narrator to explain the rules to Ling'er?"

The director glanced at the arrows on the ledger and slowly shook his head.

"I think the commentator shouldn't rush to start speaking."

The assistant director was taken aback.

Why?

The director's expression was complex.

"I'm afraid I'll say something wrong and get stumped by her questions."

Assistant Director: "..."

The plane continued through the clouds.

The cabin lights dimmed, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Yang Mi felt incredibly tender watching her daughter draw a basketball court on the small table.

She reached out and touched Shen Ling'er's little head.

Are you sleepy?

Shen Ling'er yawned slightly.

"A little."

"Take a nap first, Mom will wake you up when we get there."

Shen Ling'er nodded and closed the ledger.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to remember something and opened them to look at Yang Mi.

"Mom, will there be a lot of people there?"

Yang Mi said gently, "There will be many. During the World Cup, tens of thousands of spectators will sit together."

Shen Ling'er was silent for a moment.

Yang Mi thought she was a little nervous and was about to comfort her when he heard the little girl ask seriously:

"Do you have to wait a long time to get food?"

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei had already closed his eyes to rest, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Teacher Ling'er, why is your biggest worry about the World Cup always about food?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"When there are many people, it's normal to think about the food first."

Zhao Lei nodded.

That makes sense.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"And you guys get easily excited when you watch sports. Excited people are more likely to forget to eat."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

That's true.

"So I'll remind you."

Shen Ling'er said, "But don't say you're not hungry later, only to complain about being hungry after the show ends."

Zhao Lei looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Teacher Ling'er, you haven't even stepped onto the court yet, and you're already starting to discipline us."

Shen Ling'er spoke calmly.

"It's not about managing, it's about making arrangements in advance."

"If you plan ahead, you won't be in a mess later."

As Yang Mi listened, a tenderness appeared in his eyes.

She had heard Shen Fei say this many times.

But hearing it from her five-year-old daughter now still makes people feel both amused and reassured.

Soon after, Shen Ling'er finally fell asleep in Yang Mi's arms.

Her little hand was still pressing down on the account book.

A corner of the ledger cover was visible, revealing the newly drawn sketch of a football field inside, which was also exposed to the light.

Zhao Lei glanced back and sighed softly.

"I have a feeling."

Bai Sisi asked, "What premonition do you have this time?"

Zhao Lei lowered his voice.

"When you get to the World Cup, you might find that Teacher Ling'er isn't just here to watch the games."

Bai Sisi smiled.

"So what is she here for?"

Zhao Lei looked at the sleeping little girl, then glanced at the passing arrows she had drawn.

"Let's give the world's best football player an observation lesson."

Upon hearing this, the director in the back row trembled and almost knocked over his water glass.

He remained silent for a long time, and finally said in a low voice:

"Don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Lei turned his head.

"Director, are you scared?"

The director looked out the window at the dark night sky, his expression very complicated.

"I'm not afraid of her watching the game."

"I was afraid that after she saw it, she would think that we booked the wrong seats."