After the guests went home to rest for a while, the afternoon's main competition began.

Chaochao was led by Jiang Chi to the vast grassland. She was still a little dazed after waking up from her afternoon nap, and she pursed her lips as if she was still savoring the aroma of the half-pot of salty milk tea from lunch.

However, upon seeing the imposing mountains ahead, that pleasant feeling shattered instantly, "..."

The little dumpling dodged behind Jiang Chi with incredible speed.

When they first arrived, there was a Mongolian Khan who terrified the little dumpling.

Now, more than a dozen 1:1 replicas of burly Mongolian men stood menacingly in front of her.

Trembling in her brother's shadow (weak, pitiful, and helpless version): "…………"

She began to reflect on whether she had any reason to be beaten.

After reviewing his performance that morning, the little dumpling felt good about himself and received unanimous five-star praise from the herdsmen who managed the cattle and horses.

Chaochao's face gradually became serious, accompanied by a hint of guilt.

Could it be that she was discovered because she asked her aunt who cooked lunch for an extra bowl of milk tea, and now she's wanted by the police?

Jiang Chi helplessly grabbed Chaochao, who was busily searching the seam of his pants, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chaochao, who couldn't find the seam in her pants, was shocked: "Brother, why did you change your pants?!"

Jiang Chi: "...Yes, it's been changed."

I changed into a pair of loose-fitting pants that were almost impossible to see the seams between.

It turns out that the dog got dirty accidentally while being fed the horses.

Chaochao's mouth trembled in disbelief. Feeling the gaze of the mountains in the distance, the little dumpling stared seriously at the grass in front of her, pondering the possibility that a crack might suddenly appear there.

Jiang Chi couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled the little dumpling over:

"Look, the uncles are all holding the children's hands. They're here to play with you, they're not bad people."

Suddenly exposed to the dark gaze, Chaochao quickly closed her eyes, as nervous as a hostage Jiang Chi had kidnapped, a piglet to be sacrificed during festivals, or a duck that had been forced onto a shelf with nowhere to go.

Waaah, if this is fate, she accepts it!

Jiang Chi, who was trying to figure out the little dumpling's thought process: "..."

Only when she heard the word "children" did she tremblingly open her eyes a crack and peek out. She saw rows of children in robes standing in front of her, also looking at them curiously. If it weren't for the adults stopping them, they would have rushed over and surrounded them at any moment.

The Inner Mongolian uncles who were stopping the child smiled at the slightly timid little girl; their simple and kind smiles seemed to carry a comforting power.

Chaochao's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, instantly relaxed.

She moved a little shyly closer to Jiang Chi's legs.

Just then, Jiang Chi started walking towards the meeting place, his little hand still being held by his brother. Chaochao, who had lost her footing, stumbled and twisted into a pretzel shape in mid-air.

Jiang Chi, noticing the unusual weight in his hand, turned around and saw this scene, "..."

...Are you performing acrobatics in a place I don't know about?

After being officially recognized, Chaochao stared silently at the green grass, feeling so disgusted that she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

Jiang Chi apologized to the little dumpling with remorse: "I'm so sorry, Chaochao... I really didn't know you were coming closer..."

The system is sharpening its knives.

Jiang Chi, if you have the guts, lift your face up and say that to our victimized children with that smile.

Chaochao, who was initially a bit withdrawn, almost choked up when she heard her brother's voice. She immediately forgave him and even took on the task of comforting him: "Brother, it's okay. I haven't even cried yet. You have to be strong."

Jiang Chi: "Um... okay."

"Chaochao, come here quickly, we're waiting for you here—"

Leo and Xiaoqing, who had already run some distance, turned around and called out loudly to Chaochao, who was lagging behind. The little dumpling waved to them and then patted Jiang Chi on the shoulder, comforting him in an unusually mature tone: "Brother, get up. A person can't be defeated by a small thing."

Jiang Chi: ...Shouldn't that be said to me?

After blurting out those words, the little dumpling felt they made perfect sense. She nodded in self-approval and decided to write them into her "Daily Sayings" as soon as she got home.

Seeing that her brother had actually stood up with her encouragement, Chaochao felt a surge of accomplishment! The little dumpling, her gloom gone, dragged Jiang Chi forward, shouting, "We're here! Almost there!"

In the afternoon, the dads' competitive game area kicked off with a friendly one-on-one match between the children from the two camps.

Both children have a balloon tied to their feet. Whoever's balloon pops first loses. Of course, for safety reasons, the production team will provide each child with goggles.

Chaochao was scheduled to appear third. Leibao and Leo, who appeared first and then lost, surrounded the little dumpling, summarizing their experiences and offering advice, such as the cute baby trick and the leg-hugging trick...

Unaccustomed to wearing goggles, Chaochao blinked blankly. The goggles seemed to not only isolate her eyes but also block out external signals. Her brothers' schemes drifted in through her left ear and out through her right, cleaner than a toilet bowl, since toilet bowls sometimes get clogged.

Lei Bao talked for a long time, and finally asked her expectantly, "Chaochao, did you remember everything we said?"

Two seconds later, as if just receiving the signal, Chaochao tilted her head, clenched her little fist, and declared with unwavering determination: "Remember, we will definitely win!!!"

Lei Bao: "..."

It's okay, mental victory is also a strategy.

Chaochao entered the arena dragging a small pink balloon, and her opponent was a four-year-old boy from Inner Mongolia.

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