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

Chapter 202 Don't Be Too Obvious About Your Joy

Zhou Xiaoyu sat very steadily, with Zhou Chen supporting her waist beside her.

As soon as Chen Doudou sat down, she looked down and asked, "What if it suddenly runs off to eat?"

Lin Jia: "It's eating right now."

"Will it eat while walking?"

"Won't."

Chen Doudou thought about it seriously.

"Then it might be hungry."

Shen Ling'er mounted the greyish-white horse.

She didn't tighten the reins or urge the horse on; she simply had the staff lead the horse around for a while.

The horse walked very slowly.

But when they reached the edge of the camp, the grey horse suddenly stopped and gently pawed the ground with its front hooves.

The staff member instinctively reached for the reins.

Shen Ling'er raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't pull."

"It's not moving."

"It's not that it won't leave."

Shen Ling'er looked down at the grass in front of her.

"There's an old wire over there."

Everyone followed her gaze.

The grass was a mixed color, making it impossible to discern anything.

The staff took a few steps closer, parted the grass, and sure enough, they saw a piece of old wire buried in the soil.

The wire was rusted and lay across the horse's hooves.

If the horse had continued forward, it would likely have tripped over the wire.

The staff member's expression changed, and he quickly took tools to remove the wire.

Zhao Lei, riding on another horse, froze completely.

"Teacher Ling'er, how did you know there was something there?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the horse's hooves.

"It refuses to step on it."

"You only know there's barbed wire underneath if the horse won't step on it?"

"It could be a rock, or it could be a pit."

"How can you be so sure?"

Shen Ling'er looked up at the front.

"Its ears didn't move, which means the sound wasn't from a distance."

"The fact that its hoof didn't come down after it lifted it means that it saw or sensed what was under its feet."

"The grass hasn't moved, so it's most likely something small."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"So it's wire."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It doesn't want to step on it."

"The wire was only found later."

Looking at the gray-white horse, Zhao Lei suddenly felt a sense of awe.

"Horses are quite good at protecting themselves."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Only by protecting yourself can you live a long life."

The program's cameras followed and filmed it.

The horseback riding experience originally arranged by the director had not even officially started, but it had already been paused for more than ten minutes because of a piece of old wire.

After the staff checked the surroundings and confirmed that there were no other dangers, they allowed the horses to set off again.

This time, the grey and white horse walked much more briskly than before.

Shen Ling'er sat on the horse's back, her posture not exaggerated, but steady as if she had been riding for many years.

Zhao Lei rode beside her, his hands gripping the reins tightly, his shoulders stiff as a board.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You don't need to use so much force."

"I'm afraid I'll fall."

"The way you're holding it makes the horse even more uncomfortable."

Zhao Lei immediately relaxed a little.

But Ma had only taken two steps forward when he gripped his arm tightly again in a nervous grip.

Shen Ling'er sighed.

"If you're afraid it will run away, it will feel like you're trying to make it run away."

"I'm just holding on."

"Your hand is telling it that you're nervous."

Zhao Lei looked down at his hands.

"Can hands talk?"

"able."

"So what is it saying now?"

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "It says you want to go home."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi was laughing uncontrollably in the back.

Zhao Mengmeng asked softly, "Daddy, do you want to go home?"

Zhao Lei immediately shook his head.

"In no mood."

Shen Ling'er looked at his hand.

"Your hands don't say that."

Zhao Lei had no choice but to loosen the reins again.

This time, the horse really did calm down.

Its steps, which were initially stiff, became steady and rhythmic.

Zhao Lei sensed the change, and the tension on his face finally lessened.

He said in a low voice, "It seems to actually work."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Because you no longer fight with it."

"You can't force someone to ride a horse?"

"You can't always force things."

"Then when can we force it?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"When someone tries to hurt Mom."

Upon hearing her daughter's words, Yang Mi reached out and touched her back.

"Ling'er, Mom doesn't need you to always think about protecting her."

Shen Ling'er turned to look at her.

"I know."

"Then why..."

"Because I want to."

Yang Mi was slightly taken aback.

Shen Ling'er turned back and continued looking at the grassy slope in front of her.

"Mom is mine."

The voice was soft, but very earnest.

Yang Mi looked at her daughter's retreating figure, and her eyes softened instantly.

Zhao Lei remained silent for a few seconds, then whispered to the camera, "Dear viewers."

Bai Sisi looked at him.

"Are you going to give another summary?"

Zhao Lei shook his head.

"no."

"I just think that Teacher Ling'er should have asked the horse for its opinion before riding today."

"Then, after she got on the horse, the first thing she did was to make sure her mother was safe."

Bai Sisi nodded gently.

"She just seems like she doesn't care about anything."

Zhao Lei stared at the small figure in front of him.

"Actually, she cares about many things."

Shen Ling'er turned around.

"Uncle Zhao Lei."

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

"exist."

"What you said just now was alright."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Um."

"Then I..."

Don't be too obvious about your joy.

Zhao Lei immediately controlled his expression.

But the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but turn up.

The first lap of cycling across the grassland slowly came to an end amidst such tranquility and laughter.

After dismounting, the staff led everyone to the archery range next to the camp.

There were several grass targets standing there, and training bows were placed next to them.

The director announced with a smile, "Next up is the parent-child archery experience. Each person has three arrows, and the group that hits the bullseye the most times wins."

Zhao Lei perked up immediately upon seeing the bow.

"I can do that."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Have you studied this?"

Zhao Lei coughed.

I've seen it in movies and TV shows.

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Then don't touch it yet."

Zhao Lei immediately lowered his outstretched hand.

Why?

"You're holding the bow incorrectly."

"I haven't picked it up yet."

"Your posture when you were about to grab it was incorrect."

Zhao Lei looked down at his hands.

"You can tell from that?"

Shen Ling'er didn't answer, but walked to the bow rack and picked up a short bow.

She first gently plucked the bowstring with her fingers.

The bowstring emitted a low, trembling sound.

Shen Ling'er listened for a moment, then switched to another one.

This time, the sound of the bowstring was clearer.

The staff member asked curiously, "Why did you choose this one?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the hunched back.

"The left side of the arch is a little soft in the previous one."

"When fully drawn, the arrow will veer to the right."

The staff took the two bows and compared them, and sure enough, they found that the elasticity of one of the bow arms was not quite the same.

Looking at the bow, Zhao Lei couldn't help but ask, "Won't this have a big impact?"

"It's not a big deal for you."

Why?

"You were never going to hit the target anyway."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The comments section burst into laughter again.

Zhao Lei: I was judged before I even started.

"Teacher Ling'er can even hear the elasticity of the bow."

"Her pretentious lifestyle has expanded from the beach to the grasslands."

"Just how much did Shen Fei actually teach?"

Shen Ling'er stood behind the archery line.

She didn't nock an arrow immediately, but first glanced at the straw target and then at the direction in which the wind was blowing the flag.

Staff reminded, "The wind isn't too strong today, you can aim directly."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"The wind isn't always the same."

"It's moving to the left now, but it will turn back after the arrow is released."

The staff member was taken aback.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er looked at the tips of the grass in the distance.

"The grass in front leaned to the left, and the grass behind stood up straight again."

"The wind comes up from the bottom of the slope and dissipates here."

"The arrow changes direction halfway through its flight."

After she finished speaking, she nocked an arrow.

Zhao Lei stood to the side, watching without daring to breathe.

Shen Ling'er did not draw the bow to its fullest extent, but only about 70%.

The staff were somewhat puzzled.

"Why not max it out?"

"The target isn't far away."

"Full power will be more effective."

"If the force is too great, the arrow will pierce through soft surfaces."

She glanced at the grass target center.

"The straw inside this target is loose."

The staff followed her gaze and discovered that there was indeed a slight dent on the right side of the bullseye.

Shen Ling'er loosened her fingers.

The arrow shot out through the air.

It didn't hit the bullseye, but it landed steadily an inch to the left of the target.

The staff were stunned.

Zhao Lei was also stunned.

"Does this count as a hit?"

Shen Ling'er put down the bow.

"Calculate."

"Why didn't you shoot straight in?"

"The wind will carry it away."

A few seconds later, the arrow shaft on the straw target swayed slightly, and the arrowhead slowly drifted towards the center.

The staff went over to check and found that the arrow was pressing right on the edge of the bullseye.

For the second arrow, Shen Ling'er slightly adjusted the angle.

For her third arrow, she didn't even look at the bullseye for long.

All three arrows were planted in the same area.

Not the most beautiful rings, but every single one landed precisely where she predicted.

Zhao Lei looked at the straw target and slowly raised his hand.

"Teacher Ling'er."

"Um?"

Is this your first time shooting an arrow?

"First time shooting here."

Zhao Lei understood.

"So, you've ejaculated before?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Didn't you ask about the first time?"

Zhao Lei: "..."

Shen Ling'er put the bow back on the rack.

"My father taught me."

"He taught you archery?"

"Um."

"What else did he teach you?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"a lot of."

"Could you name a few?"

"cannot."

Why?

Even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to learn it.

Zhao Lei remained silent for a long time.

"You don't have to be so direct."

"I've already been very tactful in my wording."

Bai Sisi lowered her head and laughed beside her.

Looking at the results, the director immediately announced that Shen Ling'er's group was temporarily in the lead.

Zhao Lei quickly asked, "For now?"

The director nodded.

"The others haven't shot yet."

Zhao Lei whispered, "Why does this sentence sound so familiar?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Because you always get excited in advance."

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

Next, it was the children's turn to experience it.

Zhao Mengmeng's arrow flew halfway and fell onto the grass.

She was somewhat frustrated.

Shen Ling'er walked to her side, but instead of taking the bow for her, she asked, "Where were your eyes looking when you were drawing the string?"

Zhao Mengmeng pointed to the target.

"Look there."

"Where are your hands?"

"Look at your hands there too."

"You don't need to look at your hands."

"But I'm afraid it will be crooked."

The more you look at it, the more crooked it becomes.

Zhao Mengmeng was a little confused.

Shen Ling'er reached out and touched her elbow.

"Keep your eyes on the target."

"Remember the position with your hand."

"Let your hands do it themselves."

Zhao Mengmeng nocked the arrow again.

This time, although the arrow did not hit the bullseye, it landed on the grass target.

She jumped for joy.

"I hit the target!"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

"Am I amazing?"

"It's even better than before."

Zhao Mengmeng immediately smiled.

After Zhou Xiaoyu finished shooting, the arrow stuck on the edge of the target.

She pursed her lips, somewhat disappointed.

Shen Ling'er walked over and took a look.

"It's not that you lack strength."

"What is that?"

"You hesitated when you let go."

Zhou Xiaoyu was taken aback.

"I'm afraid I'll miss."

"If I'm afraid of shooting off course, then it really will be off course."

"What should we do then?"

"Once the arrow is nocked, don't worry about whether it will hit the target."

Shen Ling'er picked up an arrow from the grass and handed it to her.

"You only need to decide whether to shoot or not."

"Once you've made a decision, don't look back."

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded.

She drew her bow again.

This time, the arrow landed near the bullseye.

Zhou Chen looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with a sense of relief.

"Ling'er, you are very good at teaching."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It's not that I know how to teach."

"She was always capable of that."

I just told her not to be afraid.

Zhou Chen was slightly taken aback, then smiled and nodded.

In the distance, Chen Doudou had already taken the arrow into her hand and was carefully observing it.

Lin Jia asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm seeing if it can fly."

"Of course it can fly."

"Where did it fly to?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at it.

"Let's see where you shoot."

Chen Doudou immediately raised her bow.

His bowstring-drawing motion was erratic, and the arrow went awry, finally landing in the grass outside the target.

Chen Doudou ran over and picked up the arrow.

"It flew the wrong way."

Shen Ling'er said, "It didn't fly the wrong way."

"Then who's in the wrong?"

"you."

Chen Doudou was silent for two seconds.

"Then I'll try again."

The second arrow also missed.

The third arrow grazed the edge of the grass target and finally hit it.

Chen Doudou shouted with joy.

"It's back!"

Lin Jia: "..."

Zhao Lei was laughing so hard he bent over.

Shen Ling'er nodded seriously.

"Well, at least it knows how to go home."

Chen Doudou held the bow, quite satisfied.

"Then I won today too."

After reviewing the children's scores, the director announced that Shen Ling'er's group had once again won first place.

The reward wasn't food or toys, but a small silver medal specially made for the grassland camp.

The staff handed the silver medal to Shen Ling'er.

She didn't answer immediately.

"Why are you giving it to me?"

The director laughed and said, "Because your group had the best archery score."

Shen Ling'er looked at the silver medal.

"They shot too."

"So it's your group."

Shen Ling'er then reached out and took it, turning around to hand it to Zhao Mengmeng.

Zhao Mengmeng was stunned.

"For me?"

"Um."

"But you were the one who shot it."

"You hit the target too."

Zhao Mengmeng held the silver medal in her hands, her eyes shining.

"Thank you, Sister Ling'er."

Zhao Lei whispered from the side, "Teacher Ling'er, why do you always give away the prizes you win?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Because I don't lack it."

Zhao Lei was speechless.

After a while, he remarked, "That sounds incredibly powerful."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It already existed."

Zhao Lei: "..."

A breeze blows across the grassland, carrying the fresh scent of grass.

The horses moved slowly in the distance, and the white sheep looked like a scattered cloud.

Shen Ling'er stood at the edge of the camp, watching the lambs grazing with their heads down.

One of the lambs suddenly raised its head and took a few steps toward the outside of the fence.

It didn't bark or struggle; it simply approached a gap in the fence quietly.

Shen Ling'er looked for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "That sheep needs to go out."

The staff member turned around.

"No, the fence is closed."

Shen Ling'er pointed to the ground.

"It's not locked up there."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

The wire mesh between the two wooden stakes looked intact, but a small patch of soil underneath had been loosened by the rain, and a crack had appeared at the edge of the mesh.

The little lamb lowered its head, trying to squeeze its head into the crack.

The staff rushed over and brought it back.

Zhao Lei was terrified.

"If it goes out, will it get lost?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It won't run far away immediately."

"That's alright."

"It will go and eat the tender grass over there first."

Zhao Lei looked out of the fence.

Sure enough, outside the gap, there was a patch of grass that was noticeably greener.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Then it will find that it can't come back."

The staff quickly re-secured the wire mesh.

After the lamb was carried back to the flock, it didn't forget to look back at the patch of tender grass.

Zhao Lei stared at it for a long time.

"Is it very unwilling to accept this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

"You can tell?"

"It still had grass in its mouth."

Zhao Lei looked down.

Sure enough, a tender blade of grass was hanging from the lamb's mouth.

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "This sheep has quite aspirations."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It's just greedy."

Chen Doudou nodded immediately.

"I understand it."

Lin Jia quickly covered his mouth.

"You don't understand."

As the sun set, a campfire was lit in the camp.

Everyone sat around on the grass, where the staff had prepared hot milk and roasted corn.

Chen Doudou finally showed a satisfied expression.

"There really is food on the grassland."

Lin Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you happy now?

Chen Doudou took a bite of corn.

"I'm much happier."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.

She looked at the herd of horses in the distance, and then at the clouds on the horizon that were gradually turning red.

Yang Mi asked softly, "Are you happy today?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"happy."

Why?

"The horse is not angry."

"Anything else?"

"Arrows can fly."

"Anything else?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"The grassland is vast."

"What's so good about it being big?"

"In a large space, things won't be crammed together."

"Even people won't."

As Yang Mi listened to her daughter's words, her eyes gradually softened.

"Does Ling'er like it here?"

"I like it a little."

Zhao Lei, who was holding a glass of hot milk, immediately asked, "Why is it just a little bit again?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Because you're still here."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi almost choked from laughing.

Holding the small silver medal, Zhao Mengmeng said earnestly, "Dad, you can say less tomorrow."

Zhao Lei clutched his chest.

Even Mengmeng has started to advise me.

Shen Ling'er lowered her head and took a sip of milk.

"That means everyone saw it."

Zhao Lei silently shut up.

The campfire crackled and popped.

The night sky over the grassland is more vast than that by the sea, and the stars shine one by one, like shards of silver spread across the black sky.

The director, sitting not far away, watched Shen Ling'er quietly leaning against Yang Mi, and suddenly asked the assistant director, "How's the project schedule for tomorrow?"

The assistant director flipped through the forms.

"There will be visits to herders' homes, grassland markets, and a nighttime stargazing event."

The director nodded.

"Slow down your horseback riding and archery for now."

Why?

"As long as the children have fun, that's all that matters."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Ling'er again.

"However, we should conduct a more thorough security check."

The assistant director nodded in understanding.

By the campfire, Zhao Lei suddenly sneezed.

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

Are you cold?

"A little."

Shen Ling'er took a spare blanket from the side and handed it to Yang Mi.

"Mom, give it to him."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Teacher Ling'er, you still care about me?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It's not because I care about you."

"What is that?"

"If you catch a cold, there will be no one to carry your things tomorrow."

Zhao Lei took the blanket and remained silent for two seconds.

"I knew it."

Bai Sisi couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Lei draped the blanket over his shoulders and looked up at the starry sky.

After a moment, he said softly, "But I'm quite happy."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"What's there to be happy about?"

"At least I'm still useful."

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"Um."

"You can still carry things now."

Zhao Lei immediately felt that these words were more heartbreaking than any words of comfort.

He pulled the blanket up a bit, deciding to say less tonight.

But not long after, a horse's neighing suddenly came from afar.

Several horses raised their heads at the same time, and a slight commotion arose among the sheep at the edge of the grassland.

The staff immediately got up to check.

Shen Ling'er had already put down the milk and looked up at the outside of the camp.

"Not a wolf."

Zhao Lei immediately became alert.

"Who asked about the wolf?"

"You asked it on your face."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Shen Ling'er stood up and looked into the distance for a while.

"It's a lamp."

The staff member turned on the flashlight with a puzzled look.

"What kind of light?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the back of the grassy slope.

"A car drove by there."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

Sure enough, two lights flashed by from far behind the grassy slope, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The herd of horses gradually quieted down.

The staff breathed a sigh of relief.

"It must be a herdsman's vehicle."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"no."

Why?

"The herders' vehicles don't go that way."

She pointed to the right side of the grassy slope.

"That's soft ground."

"If the wheel goes in, it will leave two deep marks."

"The fact that the headlights didn't dip down just now means the car went over hard ground."

The staff took out walkie-talkies and asked the patrol personnel outside the camp.

A moment later, a reply came from the walkie-talkie.

A tourist vehicle from outside did indeed temporarily enter the area behind the grassy slope, but it took the wrong route and has been stopped by staff.

It wasn't a big deal; we just accidentally wandered onto the edge of the camp.

Zhao Lei breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought something serious was about to happen again."

Shen Ling'er sat back down by the campfire.

"It's nothing serious."

"Then why were you looking at it so intently just now?"

"Because it took the wrong path."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"If you've taken the wrong turn, you should definitely take a look."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"That was a good sentence of yours today."

Zhao Lei suppressed a laugh and didn't speak immediately.