Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 148: The Old Lady Gets Involved Too

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: The Old Lady Gets Involved Too

Qin Jiaxiang and Mr. Shen had sneaked ashore at some point, came back with sticks, and were now waving them around, hitting ducks left and right.

Director Sun held a loudspeaker in one hand, waving frantically at the guests with the other and shouting, "I’m begging you here! The task is to capture ducks, not to beat them, slap them, or net them!"

But his words carried no weight, and the guests continued doing their own thing—hitting ducks, netting ducks, and so on.

Director Sun helplessly closed his eyes and raised his palm to his forehead.

[Director Sun: I’m exhausted. Why am I stuck with this bunch of nutty guests?]

[If you’re tired, just tune out—listen to Director Sun’s words casually while letting the guests do whatever.]

[666 to the comment above, your line is practically voice-activated; I’ve unconsciously begun humming it.]

The scene in the paddy field could be summed up in two words: chaotic, utterly chaotic!

Except for Sang Ning, the female guests had long lost interest in catching ducks and were running frantically across the field.

Meanwhile, the male guests were hitting sticks, throwing mud, and whipping clothes around, darting back and forth near them.

One would smack the water with a stick, splashing it onto a female guest, while another casually flung a lump of mud—always aiming for either someone’s face or body.

The cacophony of screaming ducks echoed in everyone’s ears...

Humans and ducks faced off in a stalemate for an unforgettable moment, which finally ended with a ridiculously dramatic twist.

One duck, as though summoned, suddenly flew to Shen Yi’s shoulder.

In response, Shen Yi nonchalantly grabbed one of the duck’s feet and discovered a small cloth strip tied to it.

He slowly untied the strip and raised it in the air: "I got the first cloth strip."

Everyone’s eyes snapped to him at once.

Then, something even more jaw-dropping happened—another duck flapped its way over, stopping right in front of Shen Yi.

Shen Yi bent down, lifted the duck into the air with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, and untied yet another cloth strip from its foot.

And just like that, the ducks with strips tied to their feet started swimming toward Shen Yi.

They behaved astonishingly cooperative, letting Shen Yi untie the strips as if it was their destiny.

Finally, Shen Yi, his face devoid of expression, raised all six cloth strips into the air and said with palpable resignation, "The six strips are complete. The game can end now."

[hhhhh, poor Shen Yi. I feel like his silence at this moment is deafening.]

[No scriptwriter would dare come up with this. Is Shen Yi exuding a duck-meat fragrance or something? These ducks are acting like they’ve imprinted on him!]

[Shen Yi: Thanks a lot, everyone. Being adopted by ducks isn’t exactly what you’d call an honor.]

After a full day of madness, they finally found their accommodation.

The wooden stilt houses in Jiangkou Village were perched high above ground, and the show crew had arranged lodging at the viewing platform at the very top of the village.

It offered a panoramic view of the entire village, especially at night when the glimmering lights below felt like stepping into an animated world.

Not only was the living arrangement generous, but for the first time, the food was equally indulgent—a unique Jiangkou Village long-table feast, sparing the guests from having to cook for themselves.

Though the duck-chasing had worn them out, after finishing the feast, swinging on the stilt house’s balcony, feeling the refreshing mountain breeze, and gazing out at the scenic beauty below—it was blissful beyond words.

While most guests were soaking up the view, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan—two unlucky souls—were once again dragged by Sang Ning for a study session.

[The other guests are taking every chance to enjoy themselves, but Sang Ning is seizing every spare moment to drag Sang Chuan and Song Shiye to study, afraid of wasting even a second.]

[Sister Sang: What is enjoyment? It doesn’t exist. Only hard work and learning matter in life.]

[I’m thoroughly convinced Director Sun deliberately set a relaxed itinerary this time just to give Sang Chuan and Song Shiye more study time.]

[Sang Chuan, Song Shiye: If that’s true, thank you so much, Director Sun!]

[Hu Zhi: The young should study, but can someone explain why, at my age, I also have to sit at a desk like an elementary schooler and read?]

On the balcony, two desks were set up—Sang Chuan and Song Shiye shared one, while Hu Zhi had her own.

Hu Zhi had a book open in front of her, her elbows propped on the table as both index fingers pressed against her eyelids, struggling to keep her eyes open.

But sleepiness struck in waves, and ultimately, the weight of her drooping eyelids won. Her head slumped forward and collided with the table with a loud bang.

The knock jolted Hu Zhi awake, and she propped her head back up again.

Sang Ning’s attention was drawn over; she stopped tutoring Sang Chuan and Song Shiye and walked to Hu Zhi’s desk.

She glanced casually at the book before furrowing her brow, tapping the desk with her knuckle, and said sternly, "Mom, I’ve been tutoring Sang Chuan and Song Shiye for at least half an hour. Why is your book still stuck on the first page?"

[Hu Zhi is basically acting out my own study habits—open a book, immediately feel sleepy; the book knows me, but I don’t know the book.]

[Hu Zhi’s inner monologue: Daughter, Sang Chuan is young—go ahead and ’grind’ him. But I’m an old lady; lying down I can do, grinding is out of the question!]

Hu Zhi raised her head and looked exhausted. "Xiao Ning, cut your mom some slack. Do we really have to take this chef certification exam?"

Sang Ning nodded. "Absolutely!"

Hu Zhi pouted, feigning agony, rubbing her temple with her finger. She tried to dodge, saying, "Xiao Ning, it’s not that I don’t want to learn, but you know, I only have an elementary school education. There are so many characters in this book I can’t even recognize—how am I supposed to master the theory?"

"That’s it? Easy fix." Sang Ning raised an eyebrow, stepped into the room, and returned moments later holding a copy of the Xinhua Dictionary.

Hu Zhi eyed the dictionary in Sang Ning’s hand and suddenly got a very bad feeling.

"Do you know how to use a dictionary?" Sang Ning sat beside her and asked.

"No." Hu Zhi replied bluntly, but when she met Sang Ning’s sharp glare, she immediately changed her tone, "Maybe...I know a little. But it’s been years, so I’ve probably forgotten."

Sang Ning gave Hu Zhi a penetrating look, then without saying a word, began teaching her how to look up words in a dictionary.

[Honestly, can anyone explain why Sang Ning feels like she’s pulling stuff out of Doraemon’s Hundred Treasure Bag? Forget chef theory manuals—even a Xinhua Dictionary is at the ready. Isn’t this supposed to be a reality show? Where is she even storing all this?]

[C’mon now, don’t you know Bozhi Education Group has reached out to Sang Ning and wants her to be their spokesperson? Any book Sang Ning desires, Bozhi will deliver without fail. They even announced on Weibo a few days ago that they’ve provided study materials for her through the show’s crew.]

[LOL, so Sang Ning’s tutoring style is basically one big freebie?]

[What do you mean freebie? Be precise—it’s trial-business sponsorship. Sang Ning has been running this playbook for ages.]

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