Chapter 329 Claim Your Reward

Song Ni looked at the man on the big screen, incredibly handsome, and directly grabbed the microphone from Sheng Jiang's hand, shouting loudly. "Husband! You are so handsome! I love you!!!" Everyone in the venue started cheering, and the atmosphere heated up. Part of it was due to Tan Zheng's exquisite skills, but more of it was because of Song Ni's confession. Tan Zheng got off the car, and his expression seemed normal, but he strode with great urgency. In the end, his heart was stirred by Song Ni. But there was still one last hurdle. The presenter for the last round was Huan Yuan. Although he didn't talk much, it didn't mean he was out of touch. He had been observing everyone silently. Therefore, he was very sensitive to people's emotions. He sensed Tan Zheng's impatience and, instead of the half-page game rules, he used only three sentences. "Memory Replication Game." "The three hint keywords are: Uncle, Peach Blossom, Teaching." "Within two minutes after elephants touch their noses twenty times, you must state the time and place of the event, and the conversation at that time, with permission for slightly different wording, and also state your state of mind at that moment." After speaking, Huan Yuan handed the rule paper to Tan Zheng and stepped back three large steps. Fearing that Tan Zheng might not understand what "elephants touch their noses" meant, the paper also printed the action instructions. Tan Zheng glanced at it and put the paper aside, then stretched his shoulder tendons, ready to start the game. However, Sheng Jiang, who was behind the checkpoint, suddenly spoke. "Wait a moment." Tan Zheng flicked his eyelids and glanced at him sharply. "What else?" Sheng Jiang pointed to the pressure mat next to him. "You have to do it on that." The rule paper didn't mention it; this was Sheng Jiang's impromptu addition. He had expected Tan Zheng to argue, but to his surprise, Tan Zheng merely glanced at it and then took off his shoes to step onto the pressure mat. Since he had never stepped on it before, Tan Zheng's expression flickered slightly as he stepped on, clearly experiencing some pain. Sheng Jiang clicked his tongue and looked thoughtfully at Song Ni, only to find Song Ni glaring at him, clearly displeased with the sudden increase in difficulty. Tsk, is this the sour smell of love? One person, so eager to see his wife, rushes through the challenges, accepting even unreasonable difficulties. And the other, who had participated in designing the challenges earlier, was now feeling sympathetic. Sheng Jiang raised his hand and touched his nose, smiling sheepishly. This was his only chance to prank Brother Tan; if he didn't seize it, wouldn't he be a fool and a coward? Who cared, even if he was lectured by Brother Tan afterward, it didn't matter. At least, he felt good at the moment. Oh my, in this club, only he could scheme against Brother Tan. Tan Zheng only showed a flicker of pain when he first stepped on it, and perhaps he found the "elephants touch their noses" game too silly, as a look of obvious disdain crossed his features. Yet, even so, Tan Zheng did not hesitate too much. Because the "elephants touch their noses" game also had a time limit. Huan Yuan hadn't said it, but Tan Zheng, with his astonishing reading ability, had keenly spotted that line. Twenty times was undoubtedly a hellish difficulty for someone with poor balance. Moreover, even for someone with good balance, without training, there would be a sense of dizziness. Add to that the pressure mat; just looking at it was daunting. Tan Zheng maintained a steady and high speed for the first ten repetitions. For the last ten, his pace clearly slowed down. However, Tan Zheng's "slowdown" was relative to his performance in the first ten. His speed in the last ten was still faster than others. After finishing, Tan Zheng's body swayed slightly. He stood there for a while before stepping off the pressure mat. Sheng Jiang, seeing this, hobbled over, ready to receive Tan Zheng's answer. But Tan Zheng didn't give him even a glance. Instead, he walked to Song Ni and, across a partition, gave his answer. "It was the first time we officially met. After dinner, I took you to a shooting club." "Peach Blossom refers to the one from the Bai family, but this word is a bit inappropriate. I don't think of her as a peach blossom; we only had some business dealings. As for 'Uncle,' it was a title you deliberately called me because you disliked that I was six years older than you." "Teaching was because you weren't good at the archery stance, and you asked me to teach you." As he spoke, Tan Zheng paused, and the image of Song Ni's eyes, moist and innocent, with a hint of pitifulness, appeared before him. His throat tightened. "You are very smart. You understood the essentials after I only explained it once, and your scores were very good afterward." "As for the conversation..." Tan Zheng chuckled suddenly. "Are you sure you want me to repeat it?" Tan Zheng asked this not because he had forgotten what they said at the time, but because he was unsure if Song Ni could accept it if he repeated their conversation. When Song Ni designed the last question, she had intended the conversation to be the part where Tan Zheng taught her archery stance. But with Tan Zheng's current statement, it sounded like he was referring to their earlier interactions. In that case, it's better not to. "No need." Sheng Jiang, standing aside: . Why was he pushed aside, prevented from verifying the result? Even if that were the case, why were they speaking in riddles? "No, no, you have to say it. These are the game rules. You two know, but we don't." Such a good opportunity for gossip, how could it be missed? Sheng Jiang had indeed plotted against Tan Zheng earlier, and now he was pushing his luck, forgetting whose temperament they were dealing with. Song Ni, Tan Zheng, one was harder to deal with than the other. As expected, the moment he spoke, Sheng Jiang received cold glances from two directions. Sheng Jiang: . "But you have to follow the game rules." Losing his confidence, Sheng Jiang's voice grew softer and softer. Tan Zheng snorted. "Then tell me, does it say here who I should submit the answer to?" Sheng Jiang shook his head. "No." "Then is there a problem if I report to Nini?" Sheng Jiang shook his head again. "No problem." "Then, since there's no problem and we both feel it's enough, what more do you want?" Sheng Jiang habitually wanted to shake his head, but halfway through, he realized something was wrong. "That's not right. Everyone should know too." Tan Zheng fell silent, staring at the partition as if trying to lock onto Song Ni through it. "Ask your Sister Ni." Sheng Jiang swallowed and looked at Song Ni. Song Ni simply raised an eyebrow, and Sheng Jiang knew the answer. He reluctantly took out the last piece of paper, which contained a rather lengthy congratulatory message for successfully completing the challenge. Midway through, Tan Zheng was already losing patience. Sheng Jiang, finally prompted by Huan Yuan, shortened the speech. "Now, you can receive your reward!" As he spoke, someone pulled open the partition. Song Ni, dressed in a wedding gown, stood there, smiling at Tan Zheng.