Chapter 221: Chapter 221: The Rich Girl’s Counterattack in the Switch Program (30)

Qiann Yan reached out and took the green bug from Meng Xiangxiang’s hand, throwing it far away.

Meng Xiangxiang was so scared her face turned pale, and she didn’t want to weed anymore.

Lv Cheng: “…”

This scene shouldn’t have happened to Meng Xiangxiang.

Lv Cheng was about to say something when he suddenly stepped on something soft. He stiffly looked down, and this time he wasn’t startled at all.

“Oh crap… it’s a snake!!”

Qiann Yan walked over to Lv Cheng, pushed him aside, and grabbed the snake whose head had been stepped into the ground. Its touch was cold. The snake was about as wide as two fingers, probably hiding in the bushes to cool off. She noticed a hole near the cliffside, which might be its home.

“Director, you disturbed its rest and even stepped on its head. What are you afraid of?” Qiann Yan put the snake back into the hole, “The sun is so bright, aren’t you afraid of getting sunburned?”

Lv Cheng: “…”

Meng Xiangxiang: “…”

Cheng Huai: “…”

Qiann Yan squatted down and continued weeding, quickly and cleanly.

Lv Cheng: You said you couldn’t do it? You said you were afraid of bugs. But you dare to catch a snake.

Who trained this deep well?

Everything went smoothly afterward, but Lv Cheng wasn’t happy. Meng Xiangxiang was completely frightened, and with her arm itchy and red, she refused to weed anymore.

In contrast, Qiann Yan, working in the field, seemed only sweaty but not otherwise uncomfortable.

Of course, Qiann Yan had cultivated some inner strength, and with inner strength protecting her, she was naturally fearless.

The show likes to tease her, so she teases them back. It’s a back-and-forth, waiting to see who tires out whom first.

This level of labor under the scorching sun was even grueling for seasoned farmers. Wasn’t it normal for those kids to refuse in the past?

The village folks who pampered their children wouldn’t make them do such tasks.

Especially now that more and more people value education, hoping their kids excel academically and not making them do any household work.

Of course, Zhou Lalann is an exception.

Even though she had good grades, she still had to take on many chores at home.

After filming, Qiann Yan happily received her pay for the day and went to the Cheng Family.

“Have some mint water,” Cheng Huai handed Qiann Yan a large glass of cooled mint water, “to prevent heatstroke; there’s more after you finish this.”

“Thanks.”

One glass of mint water, and she felt much of the heat dissipate from her body.

Qiann Yan rested for a while and planned to continue boxing for weight loss. Cheng Huai watched, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Do you want to learn?”

Qiann Yan stopped boxing, noticing Cheng Huai’s curious yet envious expression, sparking the idea to teach him boxing.

Recently, Cheng Huai had helped her a lot, and teaching him a set of boxing moves might prevent future accidents when he’s out chopping wood in the mountains.

Cheng Huai: “Can I learn?”

“You can.” Qiann Yan confirmed, moving in front of Cheng Huai, grabbing his arm, and started feeling the bones all over his body.

Cheng Huai blushed, not knowing where to look. Would learning boxing come with some other cost?

He didn’t quite reject this young girl after spending recent days together.

But he also knew there was a big gap between them, and even if they both liked each other, now was not the time. They were only sixteen or seventeen years old; it wasn’t appropriate to discuss this.

Just as Cheng Huai was pondering about how to express that his primary focus was learning, Qiann Yan had already let him go.

“I felt your bones, and you have a good talent, well-suited for martial arts training. Once your leg heals, you can start practicing. You’re smart, you’ll pick it up quickly.”

The future pillar of the country could benefit from some martial skills. She remembered how Lin Shanghuai had faced several attacks in his life.

Cheng Huai: So, it didn’t mean anything more?

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