Chen Yang still won the rabbit-catching contest.
He ignored throwing knives and arrows, as long as they weren't aimed at his face.
His clothes and shoes were designed to be indestructible, impervious to bullets, but he still had to withstand the impact of the bullets.
Chen Yang was indeed able to withstand the impact of bullets.
Therefore, he completely disregarded the impact of the throwing knives and arrows.
However, he would either dodge or catch the projectiles aimed at Xiao Chen and his face.
He caught the throwing knives and threw them directly onto a tree outside the circle, still managing to spell out the letters "sb," which nearly infuriated several short-tempered people.
"You archer who shot my chrysanthemum, if you aim at my chrysanthemum again, I guarantee the next arrow will let you experience the feeling of a chrysanthemum withered and wounded all over the ground."
Chen Yang caught an arrow shot from behind with a dark expression, and then said to the monkey.
The monkey instinctively tightened its anus.
He had no choice. Chen Yang's back was only vulnerable to his anus and the back of his head; he ignored the rest of his body.
The rabbit-catching activity lasted for half a day, and even though the members of the Soul of China team were all physically strong, they were all panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Alright, that's enough. I'll treat you to some wild game," Chen Yang said with a smile.
The members of the Soul of China team were unsure whether to be happy or not, as they had lost the competition but still received a reward.
Chen Yang also mentioned that he led everyone to his RV campsite and then personally cooked them a wild game meal, with all the ingredients coming from outside the border.
Li Su'er was six months pregnant, so she could only assist Chen Yang.
Because the wild game was so delicious, the resentment the members of the Soul of China team harbored towards Chen Yang vanished instantly.
Food is perhaps the most powerful force in the world.
“Coach, can you teach me Xingyi Quan? It’s not suitable for them, but it’s suitable for me,” Wang Zhifeng said.
He originally practiced Xingyi Quan, and although his talent was not as great as those martial arts geniuses, he could still be considered a master.
“Your Xingyi Quan incorporates many of your practical combat skills, so there’s nothing more I can teach you.”
"The attempt to give you special treatment failed, didn't it?" A-San sneered.
Wang Zhifeng rolled his eyes at him, then said to Chen Yang, "This guy is good in every way, except he can be a little petty sometimes."
Ah San sneered at Wang Zhifeng's words, gave him a disdainful look, and then continued eating his lamb chops. There were already ten bones on the plate in front of him.
“I think I should give you some motivation. How about this, if you beat me, I promise you, I'll give you three spots to enter the Micro Realm, and I'll deliver on that within six months,” Chen Yang said.
"Really!" Wang Zhifeng's eyes lit up, and all the other team members looked over as well.
They were aware of the existence of the Micro-World and were eagerly anticipating entering it, but the spot was far too precious, and no one took the initiative to ask Chen Yang for one.
“How could it be fake? Zhang Zhongguo arranged for you to contact me, wasn’t that the main purpose? I reckon your invitation slots for the community residents will also have to be handed over, maybe for your team, maybe for other people,” Chen Yang said.
When he received the offer letter, he roughly guessed Zhang Zhongguo's thoughts.
As long as he obediently follows the rules and queues up to use the entry code, he doesn't care.
The majority of the current population in the community are ordinary people, and he is increasingly inviting artisans who have mastered a skill, and these artisans are mostly ordinary people.
Therefore, even if Chen Yang provides some slots, it will still be a long time before the top leaders of China can enter the Micro Realm.
And they don't necessarily give the spots to political allies; most would rather give them to their relatives, especially their grandchildren, whom they dote on.
After Chen Yang promised the reward, the members of the Soul of China team immediately became excited.
"We'll beat you even without a reward," A-San sneered. In a short while, two more ribs appeared in front of him.
The animals in the micro-world have very good meat quality, and they may also be influenced by spiritual energy, so they are well-nourished. He has been able to clearly feel the difference in the past few years.
Moreover, Chen Yang's cooking skills are decent, and under Li Su'er's guidance, the food he makes tastes quite good.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Chen Yang said to them, "You can decide the content of tomorrow's competition yourselves. However, I have the right to refuse if it's unreasonable. If you have any schemes, use them as soon as possible."
"Okay, no take-backs!" A-San immediately slammed his hand on the table and said, causing the lamb bones on the table to jump.
"No regrets," Chen Yang said with a smile.
Ah San immediately called to the others, "Let's go back and think of a solution!"
"You beast, you left after you were full, leaving us to eat a little longer!" one of the team members complained.
A-San glared, "Are micro-world slots more important than anything else?"
"Eating is more important. Anyway, I won't get a spot for now," the team member said, puffing out his chest, and then took a big bite of meat.
Ah San was so angry she couldn't speak, and went back on her own.
The team members seem to have gotten used to this. When they are on duty, they are like robots, not allowed to have any personal emotions, but they still like to joke around and play around in their spare time.
After they finished eating and left, Li Su'er came out to help clean up. She had spent most of the time sitting in the RV, smiling and watching them.
"Su'er, you're becoming more and more like a wife. Let me do it, you rest." Chen Yang said to Li Su'er while tidying up.
"Because I'm going to be a mom!" Li Su'er said, touching her belly.
"If all goes well, I'll be able to have a baby born in the Year of the Pig. Pig babies are blessed."
"Not necessarily. The due date is four days after the New Year. If it's earlier, it will be a puppy."
“A puppy would be nice too. We can go buy another dog that was born in the same month and year as our child, and grow up together with it,” Chen Yang said with a smile.
"How about letting the European Emperor have a baby?"
"Sure, how about finding a Corgi? Let's have a short-legged European baby. The Corgi's strong short-legged gene might influence the European baby's offspring a little."
“Sure, but is the European Emperor willing?” Li Su’er asked.
The European Emperor is a cold and aloof male god who doesn't even bother with ordinary female dogs.
Although Corgis are bulldogs, they clearly wouldn't meet the standards of a European-born dog.
"It's alright, we'll force it to plant when the time comes," Chen Yang said with a smile.
"Woof!"
The European king, which had been lying in the corner of the RV, suddenly barked, expressing its dissatisfaction.
"It's that smart?" Li Su'er said in surprise.
Being able to understand commands is one thing, but being able to understand their conversation is quite another.
“I’m teaching it about human needs. It can’t speak them, but it understands them,” Chen Yang said.
“Then we’ll leave the child with it and Chen Liu, and the two of us can go out and play,” Li Su’er said with a smile.
“That’s a good idea,” Chen Yang said.
With both good fortune and good health, one can certainly entrust their child to someone with peace of mind.
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