Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 446 - 422 I have to practice just like him!_3

Chapter 446: Chapter 422 I have to practice just like him!_3

But this matter went unnoticed, and the explanation given to the audience was that Beifeng’s walkie-talkie had issues, which is why the information was delivered late.

Being in the midst of it all, how did Jiang Zhe discover it?

"Nothing?" Jiang Zhe smiled, his gaze devilishly seductive with a hint of mischief.

It made people feel that lying to him would be an utterly embarrassing affair for themselves.

Even without the director’s camera on him, he felt as though he couldn’t even smile.

Jiang Zhe pointed to a local team next to them and said, "Then why did they hit the road two hours before us?"

He then pointed to another team from out of town and asked, "Why were they already on the road earlier? Don’t tell me they solved the puzzles faster than us. You all saw how long it took us to solve them."

"How could that be? They didn’t start two hours earlier than you..." the director tried to salvage the situation.

"He has a flower on him called ink flower, and ink flowers only blossom in the sunlight. Without sunlight, they close up naturally, unless they’re picked. Look at the ink flowers on him, aren’t they blossom? Wasn’t the sunset today happening when they were on the move?" Jiang Zhe retorted.

He tugged at another student’s clothing, "Also, he passed a mud pit on the way here, which is on the road we came by. The dry traces now show that he indeed knew the location in advance."

The director was sweating profusely.

There was no explanation left.

How did Jiang Zhe know so much?

What was it that he based his knowledge on?

"It’s like this, Beifeng’s walkie-talkie had a bit of a malfunction just now," the director began to explain.

Jiang Zhe picked it up and checked in detail, "The walkie-talkie is fine. Where’s the problem? Aren’t we communicating well now?"

"It’s fine now, but just now there really was some signal interference..."

"Is that so? Just now we were on flat ground with no obstructions around, and the signal was not so good... Now we’re on the cliffside, with even taller cliffs around, and the signal is surprisingly clear, huh." Jiang Zhe spoke calmly.

The director covered the microphone with his hand and said, "Yes, that’s right, the signal was poor...right?"

Then the conversation cut off, as if to prove his point.

After turning off the communication equipment, the director wiped his sweat and said, "She’s really sharp! Lucky I was quick-witted!"

He said to the assistant director, "Next time, let’s not try these tricks on Jiang Zhe, it’s too embarrassing when they’re exposed."

The assistant director seemed unconvinced.

With the conversation broken off, Jiang Zhe didn’t take it too seriously.

Unlike the others, who were still in the dark, Jiang Zhe had mostly guessed the purpose of this military training session.

And she understood her current situation.

But did they really think such trifles could stump her? They were far too naive!

Xiaobao approached Jiang Zhe and asked, "Idol, someone wants to buy our stuff, should we sell?"

"If you can carry it, keep it; if you can’t, sell a bit," Jiang Zhe said indifferently.

She glanced around, noticing many people crowding around Xiaobao looking to buy things.

Xiaobao complied and quickly sold some of their possessions, also using the method of trading with points as Jiang Zhe had suggested.

Nobody knew what challenges lay ahead; it was always good to store up some points for emergencies.

Fatty and Beifeng had set up a tent, so the four of them had a shelter from the wind and rain for the night, saving them the discomfort of enduring the elements.

Other groups looked on enviously, sighing as they went to prepare their sleeping spots for the night.

Comparing oneself to others is a sure way to invite frustration.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Zhe awoke to warm water prepared by Beifeng.

Xiaobao and Fatty brought her food.

Jiang Zhe took it and said while eating, "I wonder if there will be any tasks today."

"If not, let’s rest a bit before moving on," Fatty panted beside her.

The day before he could carry his pack, but today he realized he didn’t have the strength to move at all.

He hoisted his pack, attempting to step forward, but his entire body just wouldn’t budge, his legs giving out after a few steps.

Xiaobao kicked him, "Hey, don’t be lazy, move on. Otherwise, I won’t leave any food for you later!"

"Madam, I really can’t move anymore," Fatty struggled to shuffle his feet, but he just couldn’t proceed.

Xiaobao pulled out a roast duck and hung it on the backpack, throwing a coquettish glance at Fatty.

Fatty’s eyes lit up as he fixated on the roast duck and followed.

After a couple of steps, his legs went weak, and he fell again.

Seeing that this tactic was unsuccessful, Xiaobao was at a loss and went to check Fatty’s pulse, "You’re not sick, what’s going on?"