78: Chapter 78 Liu Shishi extends her hand: Sister will take you horseback riding!

The morning in Hailar was destined to be accompanied by a headache-inducing commotion.

Just as the sky was barely brightening, seven or eight large double-decker tourist buses rumbled into the parking lot outside the resort.

Groups of elderly tourists, wearing bright red flags and holding loudspeakers, poured out of the buses like a tidal wave.

Before they even bothered to put down their luggage, these old men and women used every ounce of their strength to frantically rush into the lobby to snatch up the complimentary milk tea and pastries offered by the hotel.

The members of the Divas Hit the Road Group had just appeared early in the morning when they unfortunately ran straight into the path of these seniors, whose Combat effectiveness was off the charts.

A few overly enthusiastic aunties even pulled and tugged, surrounding Song Zuer and forcing her to take pictures with them.

The poor girl hadn't even put on makeup yet that morning; she was so terrified by the scene that her face turned pale, and she screamed and struggled frantically in the crowd. The scene looked exactly like a zombie siege in a disaster movie.

The Divas Hit the Road Group's good mood from the early morning was completely ruined by these seniors; it was just plain rotten luck.

Everyone wasn't intentionally targeting the elderly, nor were they impatient or unwilling to meet and interact with fans.

But anyone would lose their temper if they were grabbed tightly by the arms, had rough hands touching their faces, or even had their microphones ripped right off their collars.

The elderly as a group are not inherently at fault, and one cannot paint them all with the same brush; after all, everyone has elders in their family, and everyone will have a day when they are gray-haired.

But it must be admitted that there is always a handful of black sheep who don't act their age, running wild under the guise of being elderly and spoiling the whole pot of soup.

Respecting the old and loving the young is indeed a Chinese tradition, but if the old don't act like elders, they should at least do something that genuinely earns respect.

Even Lin Chen was fuming at these people. If a young man had dared to pull and harass him like this, his fist, trained in Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, would have already smashed into the other person's face.

The most frustrating part was this: facing a group of trembling old men and women, he had all this strength he had honed, but he couldn't hit them or scold them. If a real argument started, who knows who would end up on the ground first? He could only stew in his own anger.

Because he was filled with pent-up frustration from the early morning, Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to cook breakfast and could only take everyone to the hotel lobby to grab a bite.

Having missed out on a hot breakfast prepared by a master chef, the faces of the other members of the Divas Hit the Road Group fell even further.

The whole morning was full of frustrating things, and finally, Guli Nazha couldn't hold it in anymore, using three extremely concise words to summarize their situation: "What the hell."

After barely surviving this chaotic morning, the tour guide, Lei Jiayin, hurriedly led everyone to the first outdoor activity of the day: horseback riding and archery.

According to the local tourist attraction's promotional poster, horseback archery was a high-difficulty, hardcore activity with a distinct frontier flavor, requiring one to draw a bow and shoot arrows while riding on a galloping horse.

However, this thing demanded an absurd level of physical coordination; it was roughly equivalent to Lee Sin's R-Flash or Yasuo's EQ-Flash in a game—simply not something an ordinary person could handle.

The organizers at the entrance of the scenic spot knew how to bow to reality, directly splitting the activity into two: separate horseback riding and separate archery.

Since high-end combos like Q-Flash couldn't be learned, there was no major problem with using the skills separately.

Everyone arrived at the archery range first. To liven up the lifeless atmosphere in front of the camera, Lei Jiayin proposed a friendly team competition.

The eight people made exactly four men and four women, divided into men's and women's teams for a bow-shooting PK. They would calculate the total points at the end, and the losing team would be responsible for washing the dishes that night.

Upon hearing that there would be a winner and a loser, the men and women on both teams instantly perked up, each putting in all their effort.

Just looking at the professional stances they struck, anyone who didn't know better would think they were competing for an Olympic gold medal.

But once the competition actually started, the actual archery process could only be described with the words: absolutely tragic.

By the second half of the competition, the standard for winning or losing was no longer about who shot more accurately or had a higher score, but about which team could keep that damned arrow firmly on the target.

The amateur target, just ten meters away, had now become an insurmountable gorge before the eyes of the Divas Hit the Road Group.

Song Zuer's performance was the most shocking.

She didn't even have the qualification to miss the target, because her delicate white hands couldn't even steady the arrow; as soon as she pulled back the bowstring, the arrow would clatter and fall onto her snow-white instep.

Lei Jiayin on the men's team was also quite something.

However, he belonged to another kind of confusing ineptitude; he nocked the arrow steadily, turned red in the face from straining to pull the bow, and the force of his shot was both fast and fierce.

Then, the thigh of the staff member standing to the side of the target took two solid hits.

Later on, as soon as it was this big-headed guy's turn to draw the bow, no one dared to stay within a ten-meter radius of the wooden target.

Although those amateur plastic arrowheads wouldn't kill you, getting hit unexpectedly in the flesh was painful enough to make anyone suffer.

After the whole competition, only Lin Chen's level was presentable.

After all, his Grandmaster-level Combat ability was not just about knowing a few punches and kicks.

The eighteen traditional Chinese weapons, cold weapons, hidden weapons, and powerful bows and crossbows were all within the range of this Grandmaster-level skill.

So, not to mention this kind of tourist soft bow with very little draw weight, even a heavy frontier bow weighing over a hundred pounds would be child's play for him; hitting a target from a hundred paces away would be effortless.

However, Lin Chen didn't intend to be the standout in front of the camera. He followed everyone else, casually shot two arrows that missed the target, and then happily wandered off to watch the show.

It wasn't that he was intentionally hiding his skills from his three legal wives, but rather that he felt it was a bit beneath him to show off in front of a bunch of newbies who didn't even qualify for the Iron rank.

A dignified national server Challenger player couldn't possibly be so bored as to open a new account and go to the beginner zone, where people couldn't even farm minions, just to bully newbies and show off, right?

Even if you got a hundred kills and ten pentakills in a row in a single game, for a max-level expert, it not only provided no sense of achievement but actually seemed a bit ridiculous.

This archery competition, full of flaws, finally came to an end amidst laughter.

Although the scorecards were uglier than each other, everyone had at least laughed away the gloom of the morning.

Traveling is all about having fun, which is also why Lin Chen didn't like to show his true skills; winning or losing didn't matter, having a good time was the important thing.

After finishing with the bows, the Divas Hit the Road Group, led by the guide, moved to the horse farm next door.

But once they reached this place, Lin Chen turned into a total novice in an instant.

He truly, absolutely did not know how to ride a horse.

In his past life and this one, he hadn't even touched a single horse hair, and the max-level system in his mind hadn't issued any skill books of this type either.

But the weird thing was that, apart from him, the other seven members of the Divas Hit the Road Group were all seasoned veterans at horseback riding.

Upon asking, he found out that it was all a skill forced upon them while filming period dramas in various Film Crews.

"Lin Chen, look at how clumsy you are. How about big sister comes down and takes you for a ride?"

Liu Shishi was wearing a light windbreaker, riding a glossy, plump brown horse, and swayed leisurely over to Lin Chen, extending a delicate, fair hand toward him.

"That sounds great."

Lin Chen didn't act coy either; he grabbed her warm little hand, used the strength in his waist and abdomen, and nimbly swung onto the horse's back.

A man living in this world, no matter how much he knows, will always have blind spots where he hits a wall.

Regarding areas he wasn't good at, he always admitted it frankly; there was no need to puff himself up to look bigger than he was.

However, the scenic spot's single-person saddle was really too small.

Originally it was just right for one person, but now that a big guy like Lin Chen, who was over 1.8 meters tall, had been squeezed in for no reason, the whole side became ridiculously crowded.

This kind of close, intimate posture, if it were between ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend or regular colleagues, would at the very least count as public indecency.

Fortunately, Lin Chen and Liu Shishi were officially registered as a legal married couple. Since the girl herself was open and didn't take it to heart, if Lin Chen were to act coy, it would only make him appear hypocritical and pretentious.

Liu Shishi really didn't have the mind to fuss over these things; not only did she not feel awkward, but she actually quite enjoyed this intimacy of being held from behind by Lin Chen in public.

Her straight, slender back relaxed and leaned backward, pressing tightly into Lin Chen's warm embrace. She turned her head, smiled brightly, and said: "Hold on tight, our little red horse is about to set sail!"