Chapter 119: Flying This Thing to Death
The cabin went dead silent.
Luo Fan clutched his chest, his hand trembling. “Then you, you—”
“I used to ride in Grandpa’s helicopter, and I watched how the pilot uncle operated it. So relax, I’ve got this,” Chi Qian said comfortingly.
Everyone: “……”
They had been relaxed.
Now, after hearing that, they almost keeled over on the spot.
Who does that?!
The whole way, everyone sat on edge, silently praying to every deity they could name, hoping that if disaster struck, some merciful god might save them.
The Chi family kid was truly wild QAQ.
Not long after the helicopter took off, the researcher girl and the bodyguards sent by her father returned to the clearing—only to find nothing there.
Where was their helicopter??
Meanwhile, after finishing his meeting, Chi Lisen listened to Secretary Zhong’s report on Chi Qian’s situation while flipping through important documents.
He squeezed every second, turning one minute into two. Success never comes by chance.
If you’re not working yourself to death, you’re not working hard enough.
But when Secretary Zhong said, “The young miss is flying a helicopter,” Chi Lisen’s pen froze mid-line.
“Where did she learn that?”
“She said, the last time you took her in a helicopter, she learned it then.”
“?”
That day, she only sat there for half an hour, and she could learn it?
Such memory—what a waste not to use it on reciting textbooks.
After a moment’s thought, Chi Lisen said, “Call Zhu Zhi. Have him assign Qian double the homework.”
Secretary Zhong felt a pang of pity for Chi Qian. “Yes, sir.”
Chi Qian, blissfully unaware of the misery looming ahead, was still delighted.
Her first time flying a helicopter, and she was as giddy as a kid with a new toy.
After riding ostriches for so long, it was refreshing to change things up.
When she got tired of flying, she’d land in a patch of greenery, while her uncle and the others made a fire to cook.
Meanwhile, Gu Hua and her group were still trudging toward the golden castle.
After a nap, Chi Qian woke up and started flying again.
A while later, she stopped for another break.
Gu Hua and the others were still trudging toward the golden castle.
That night, a crested eagle brought Chi Qian seven or eight fish. Chi Fengxiao and Shen Jing cleaned and grilled them.
Both had excellent cooking skills, and their food was always delicious.
But Chi Qian’s favorite was still her uncle’s grilled fish.
Because he removed all the bones.
And at that very moment, Gu Hua and her group were still, still, still on their way to the golden castle.
[I peeked into Gu Hua’s livestream—been a whole day and they still haven’t found the golden castle?]
[Could it be she only saw a mirage? I don’t see any “safe house” either.]
[Focus on your own idol, okay? You’re so obsessed with our Hua Hua, maybe you’re actually in love.]
[Instead of laughing at Hua Hua, maybe worry about how close Chi Qian is to dead last.]
As Gu Hua braced herself, her fans braced themselves too.
They were convinced she’d definitely seize the chance to slap Chi Qian’s face hard.
Gu Hua thought the same, so…
They kept marching toward the golden castle.
On the last day of the livestream, Chi Qian slept in like a log.
By the lake, Chi Fengxiao, Shen Jing, and Luo Fan sat with simple rods, fishing.
But after a whole morning, not a single catch.
Luo Fan frowned. “I learned these techniques from a fishing master. I’ve never failed before.”
“Maybe it’s the bait.” Shen Jing swapped his out.
Chi Fengxiao looked troubled. “Could the fish here be playing hard to get?”
Should he try reciting a spell, like Butler Nan used to…
“You damn little demon, bite the hook, I’ll give you my life!”
Shen Jing: “……”
Luo Fan: “……”
It’s just a fish. Calm down.
Chi Qian finally wandered over, hands in her pockets, eyes half-shut, her steps swaying in an S-shape.
She mumbled, “Uncle, I’m hungry. What are you guys doing?”
“Fishing, Bao.” Chi Fengxiao sighed. “We’ve been at it all morning, haven’t seen so much as a fish’s shadow. If you want breakfast, you’ll have to wait.”
Chi Qian cracked one eye at the lake. “Uncle, stop wasting time. You could sit here ten years and still catch nothing.”
“There aren’t any fish in there.”
The three men: “……”
So they spent all morning playing their instruments for a cow??
Chi Qian: “If you really want fish, I’ll ask Little Chestnut and the others to bring some.”
Chi Fengxiao collapsed backward with a strangled breath. “I don’t want to see fish again for a long while.”
Man… not as useful as birds.
Chi Qian: “?”
After eating the delivery fish that Little Chestnut and Big Chestnut brought, Chi Qian flew the helicopter south again.
Little Chestnut had said the safe house was in that direction.
Meanwhile, Gu Hua’s group had marched a day and a half without reaching the golden castle. Slowly, they realized—it must’ve been a mirage.
Gu Hua was furious. “System, didn’t you say there was a golden castle here?!”
System: “Host, you only spent two favor points. A margin of error is normal.”
She had no choice but to reroute toward the safe house.
Fortunately, they were already close. It wouldn’t take long.
“Everyone hang in there, the safe house is just ahead!” Gu Hua pointed to the red structure perched on the rocks of the desert, exhaling in relief.
They’d taken a detour, but as long as the result was good, it was fine.
Chi Qian, this time, I win.
The group sprinted toward the safe house.
The production team, ever inhumane, had built it on a narrow cliff ledge—impossible to reach on foot.
In the end, they decided that Ling Qian, who could climb, should scale it.
They rushed nonstop, terrified Chi Qian might pop up to block them at the last minute.
“Rumble—”
And of course, it came.
A helicopter descended from the sky.
The downdraft blew sand all over Gu Hua and the Xia sisters, nearly blinding them.
“It’s… Chi Qian?!” Gu Hua finally got a clear look at the pilot, her face going pale.
“She actually has a helicopter?!” Xia Zhenzhen grit her teeth. “The production team is way too biased!”
But she was dead wrong.
The team wasn’t dumb enough to hand a malfunctioning helicopter to any guest.
Xia Xinyue shielded her eyes. “What’s she trying to do? She’s not seriously planning to land on the safe house, is she?!”
[!! Don’t! The safe house can’t support the weight of a helicopter!]
[If I can’t have it, no one can? That’s our Queen Qian, all right!]
[Poor Ling Qian, dangling off that cliff like jerky, looking so helpless QAQ]
Chi Qian hovered close. “Everyone hold on tight.”
Chi Fengxiao: “Baby Qian, what are you planning?”
“I’m gonna smash this thing.”
“???”
“!!!”
She really did it.
With a loud crash, the helicopter rammed the safe house, knocking it off the cliff. The cardboard structure collapsed on the ground, pitiful and broken.
Ling Qian, who’d almost reached the top: “Chi Qian! Are you out of your damn mind?!”
Nobody answered him.
Chi Qian landed the chopper, the rotor wash blasting Gu Hua’s group back.
She hopped down, planted her feet on the wreckage.
“Haha, I win!!”
Chi Fengxiao grabbed her by the back of her collar and dragged her off.
“Don’t celebrate too early. Let’s see if there’s anything left inside.”
Shen Jing and Luo Fan were already rummaging.
They pulled out a crushed box, inside was a mission card.
Shen Jing read, “You are the first lucky contestant to pass the trial and escape hell.”
“You will receive a new challenge.”
“Trek twenty kilometers on foot, leave the desert, and find the highway.”
“Hopefully this final reward makes you very happy :)”
At the bottom was a smug smiley face, dripping with malice.
