After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: You Can Play the Game This Way??

As the whistle blew, the boy immediately stopped, gasping for breath, and almost collapsed when he saw the number.

Forty push-ups in one minute would mean passing, yet he had only managed 39.

Even though he was just one short, he couldn’t advance to the final round and had to settle for a consolation prize.

This felt even worse than those who could only do a dozen or so before giving up.

His girlfriend was quite disheartened when she saw this, but knowing her boyfriend did his best, she took the consolation prize and they both left.

Many people around them felt pity for the outcome.

"I’m not exaggerating, but the standard for these push-ups is too high. I’ve never done 40 standard push-ups in one minute in my life."

Another person patted his beer belly, "I’ve done it before, but that was back in high school. Now, I can’t even manage ten."

"Didn’t expect this event to be so tough. Look, three groups have gone up tonight and not a single couple has made it to the final round."

"Thirty couples, that’s ninety tries. They’ve easily made nearly $3,000 tonight, the stall owner is making a killing."

"You can’t quite say that. What if someone reaches the final round later and wins the first, second, or third prizes? Then the stall owner would have been busy for nothing tonight."

"Win first, second, or third prize? You didn’t see how tough the final round is. I reckon if anyone gets to the final, they’ll at best get a consolation prize."

Hearing others say this, Lu Sheng and Lan Yu glanced at each other, then the stall owner called the next group to the stage.

The stall owner was a balding man in his forties with a ruddy face. Probably, since starting this activity at his stall, he’s made quite a bit of money in just a few days.

He must have quite the business brain.

Couples come out to play for fun.

The cost for participating in this minor game is just a few bucks; it’s interesting, kills time, offers a chance to win a big prize for little cost and at worst, you could leave with a few small toys, thoroughly capturing the public’s psyche.

When Lu Sheng and Lan Yu took the stage with the other eight couples, a small murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"Wow, look at those last two couples; both the boys and girls are so good-looking!"

"Indeed, those two girls seem to be wearing uniforms from Shengjing High School; wonder if they are rich daughters from wealthy families."

"That guy with the red hair is so cute. And that man in the shirt? Way too handsome! He looks like a male model and seems really rich."

"It’s not just a feeling of being rich, but genuinely being rich. If that watch on his wrist is real, it alone is worth over three million."

"Wow, such wealthy people also play stall games? Very down-to-earth!"

While people around murmured quietly, Lu Sheng and Li Muchen had already taken a position in the back of the line.

According to the queue, they were the last couple in this group.

As everyone got on stage, the stall owner handed each couple a black blindfold.

For the first round, the stall owner had drawn a large square with a side length of about three meters on the ground with chalk.

The stall owner explained the rules: he would randomly place ten dolls within this square.

Each couple would choose one person to wear the blindfold, who would then try to toss rings over the dolls while the other partner gave verbal directions on the location of the dolls.

With the game starting, everyone naturally felt surge of confidence, believing that catching three rings wouldn’t be so difficult.

However, when the first couple went up, the surrounding people realized what meant to cry in frustration.

The boy wore the blindfold and the girl described the positions—not clearly at all, just saying, "a bit to the left, a bit to the right, a bit forward, a bit backward."

The boy had to rely on his instincts to toss. After missing five in a row, the girl became frustrated, constantly complaining about their lack of coordination.

Initially, the boy asked her to stop talking about it and focus on directing properly. Eventually, when she kept going, he couldn’t bear it any longer and, after throwing the last ring, he ripped off the blindfold.

The two of them only managed to ring one out of ten.

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