Chapter 362 Feeling sorry for my brother for 1 second
The director's loudspeaker was still echoing over the threshing ground, and Dilraba's eyes were shining as she stared intently at the pile of prizes in the distance.
She was still muttering to herself.
"My crab, my crab, nobody can take it from me..."
Xiao Chen stood beside her and gently patted her head, as if soothing an overly excited kitten.
"Don't worry, it can't escape."
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable sense of security.
Anita Mui and Brigitte Lin chose to stay behind and watch the game.
They always gracefully hand over these physically demanding jobs to the younger generation.
"Ah Chen, brother, keep it up!" Wang Zuxian waved and smiled brightly.
The first round of the competition is about to begin.
The program team made a clever arrangement, with Xiao Chen, Zhang Guorong, and several of the kindest-looking, older women in the village participating.
Several middle-aged women were dressed in simple floral shirts, their faces marked with wrinkles from years of hardship.
He was grinning at that moment, revealing a simple and warm smile.
Leslie Cheung clearly found the arrangement interesting as well.
He even winked at the kindest-looking middle-aged woman next to him, displaying his elegant manners.
"Auntie, you'll have to go easy on her later."
The middle-aged woman exclaimed "Oh my!" and laughed heartily, wiping her large, fan-like hands on her apron.
"Don't worry, Auntie can't run fast!"
The scene was peaceful and harmonious.
Only Xiao Chen's gaze lingered on the calf muscles of the several middle-aged women for a mere 0.5 seconds.
Those solid, explosive lines don't look like they can't run fast.
He subtly adjusted his breathing and leaned his body slightly forward.
"On your marks—get set—"
The staff raised the starting pistol.
"Bang!"
Gunshots echoed through the valley.
The moment the gun went off, the kind-looking middle-aged women seemed to have been unleashed.
They shot out like arrows released from a bow, at an astonishing speed!
Leslie Cheung's signature calm smile was still on his face when a strong gust of wind swept past him.
He was completely stunned.
What happened to the promise that it wouldn't run fast?!
With that kind of speed, it would be a waste not to participate in the Olympics!
Before he could react, something even more terrifying happened.
The middle-aged woman at the very front didn't run in a straight line at all; her huge body was as agile as an eel.
With a strange S-shaped movement, his elbow swung back "unintentionally".
"Bang!"
It struck Leslie Cheung squarely in the ribs.
Leslie Cheung let out a muffled groan, almost vomiting up his dinner from the night before.
He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he stumbled, his speed decreasing sharply.
However, this is just the beginning.
Following the physical attack, a magic attack that covers the entire field will follow.
"Hehehehehehehe—"
"Hahahahaha—"
The group of middle-aged women ran wildly, letting out a deafening, maniacal laugh.
The laughter was sharp, high-pitched, and penetrating, as if it could pierce eardrums and disrupt one's brain nerves.
The entire threshing ground echoed with laughter that was comparable to a top-of-the-line sonic weapon.
The cameraman's lens even shook slightly.
The crew members were laughing so hard they were pounding the table.
"Holy crap! What's that? A group of deadly aunties?"
"Physical attack + mental pollution, a double blow, is the most lethal!"
"His brother's expression, hahaha, he's completely questioning the meaning of life!"
"I feel sorry for my brother for a second, then let me laugh a little longer, hahaha!"
Leslie Cheung was indeed questioning his life at that moment.
He clutched his aching ribs, surrounded by a cacophony of "heh heh heh" sounds.
Then, looking at the strong and agile backs of the middle-aged women, and the hems of their floral dresses fluttering in the wind...
This scene is incredibly impactful.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
That smile was like flipping a switch; it just wouldn't stop.
"Haha...cough cough...I can't take it anymore...haha..."
He ran and laughed, panting heavily, his pace slow as if he were taking a stroll.
On the other side, Xiao Chen's situation wasn't much better.
Almost at the same time that Leslie Cheung was hit, an iron elbow swept towards his chest.
But Xiao Chen's reaction speed was incredibly fast.
Just as the elbow was about to strike his body, he turned to the side like a willow branch.
He avoided the vital point at an extremely small angle, letting the force glide past his arm.
Although it still stirred up a gust of wind, it did not cause any real damage.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening, piercing sound filled the air.
The laughter was indeed jarring; most people would have been annoyed by it.
But Xiao Chen only frowned almost imperceptibly.
His gaze remained unwavering, fixed on the finish line fifty meters away.
In his world, it was as if noise reduction mode had been automatically activated.
All the noise was filtered out, leaving only the sound of the wind and his own heartbeat.
And then there was Dilraba's expectant little face, which flashed through his mind.
For the crabs!
He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his speed increased to another level!
If the middle-aged women were a rampaging herd of wild boars, then Xiao Chen was an elegant yet swift cheetah.
His figure stretched into a blur on the dusty track, and in just a few breaths, he overtook the middle-aged woman in front of him, leaving everyone else in the dust!
Lin Qingxia and Wang Zuxian, who were watching from the back, were stunned.
"Ah Chen... so fast!"
"He seems to be able to fly!"
Dilraba was so excited that her face turned red, and she clenched her fists and kept jumping around on the spot.
"Go, Chen-ge!!"
Fifty meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Chen was the first to rush to the prize table.
He didn't even pause or make a choice for half a second.
With a clear objective, the actions were fluid and efficient.
With his left hand, he scooped up the largest and most energetic king crab from the red bucket.
The water in the bucket splashed all over him because of the violent shaking, but he didn't care at all.
With a swift movement of his right hand, he grabbed a neatly stacked carton of milk from the side and held it securely in his arms.
The entire process takes no more than three seconds.
Strength, speed, and coordination were displayed to the fullest.
As he turned around with his prize, the group of middle-aged women had just reached the finish line and, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, instantly devoured the remaining prizes.
Rice cooker, laundry detergent, soybean oil...
The scene was chaotic, yet filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
Leslie Cheung, on the other hand, only managed to reach the finish line a few seconds later, clutching his stomach and laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
He stared at the empty prize table, bewildered.
No, it's not exactly empty either.
In the most inconspicuous corner of the table, there lay a lone pack of... toilet paper.
It's still the single-pack type.
The smile on Leslie Cheung's face gradually froze.
A few minutes later, both teams returned to the starting point.
On one side is Xiao Chen.
He carried a large, still-clawing crab in his left hand and a box of milk in his right, his breathing steady and not a drop of sweat on his face.