Chen Xing passed this test very easily, and the Mongolian girl immediately wrote down Chen Xing's name on the computer.
"The non-professional group horse racing will start at about three o'clock in the afternoon. We will call you then. Can you leave a phone number?"
"OK."
"And, here's this for you."
"What?"
The Mongolian girl who was responsible for filling in the application handed Chen Xing a small brochure, which looked like a leaflet for a certain electrical appliance. It could be folded and opened to a total of five pages. On it were some photos of scenic spots in Inner Mongolia, a total of thirteen.
"This is a new activity we have launched this year. If tourists collect thirteen stamps, they can draw a lottery. One of them will participate in the tourist horse racing event. We will stamp one for you when we notify you in the afternoon to come to the competition."
Chen Xing looked at the attractions above, and he groaned when he heard this, and said: "There are not many people there, most tourists probably don't know how to ride horses."
"Then you are really wrong. There are quite a lot of people who have signed up."
"..."
Okay, I'm just ignorant.
Chen Xing left Zhou Peng's phone number and walked out of the horse racing registration point.
His mobile phone number has been changed once, but people still keep calling his number live to contact work, and there are always fans. I don’t know where these fans know that this is his mobile phone number.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, his mobile phone rejects unknown calls and leaves all external matters to the studio.
By the way, I also called Zhou Peng.
"I saw the place where the tourist group competes. It's a big red shed. You can see it soon by walking towards the side I left. There are a lot of people inside. Come quickly."
Taking pictures is important, but it is also important to see how lively Zhou Peng is.
Chen Xing only knew that Zhou Peng was a good fighter in the past, but he didn't know what it would be like for him to engage in serious wrestling. He would soon see it and help him record it.
Not long after, Zhou Peng pulled Qin Xinlei in.
Chen Xing took him to sign up.
Mongolian wrestling has the largest number of sign-ups. This sport does not require you to have any basic skills, and it doesn’t matter if you are thin or otherwise. If you dare to sign up, they will accept it, and then change into a wrestling uniform to find your own opponent.
The official will send a referee, who will give a medal to the winner.
There are many people but few referees, so the wrestling registration area has the most tourists. Some people have changed their wrestling uniforms and are looking for opponents, some have found opponents but have not yet been refereed, and more people have signed up but have not yet waited for their wrestling uniforms.
After all, both wrestling uniforms and referees are on a first-come, first-served basis, and the entire venue is as lively as a market in an online game.
"Here comes a newbie, someone who has never practiced before."
"Hurry up, we've been waiting for a long time."
"Are there any that are a bit basic? Are they all real tourists?"
"Let me play a round first, and then I'll let you cooperate after I get the medal!"
The Mongolian staff who heard this said loudly with a loudspeaker in Mandarin with a prairie flavor: "Everyone is only allowed to register once, and you can compete in up to three games. Don't compete in private. You must wait for our referees. Tourists and friends."
Let’s come and have fun, if you lose, you lose, it doesn’t matter.”
He felt that there was really nothing to say about whether the tourists won or lost, and there was no honor, just a broken medal.
But how did he know that these people came here just for this broken medal.
Maybe I really want to experience wrestling, but the biggest motivation for signing up is actually the commemorative medal. This is something that can be collected. Ten years later, I can even show it off to my son, saying that it will be at the Naadam Conference in Inner Mongolia.
Won it from above.
Zhou Peng quickly waited for a wrestling uniform, and he proudly pulled the hem of the wrestling uniform and walked over:
"How about it?"
"handsome!"
Chen Xing had already walked far away and took a picture of him with a large aperture. Although there were many people behind this picture, the grassland in the distance was also clearly visible. Coupled with his fat body in the past two years, it was really
A fighter's demeanor.
So Chen Xing followed Qin Xinlei and said, "He is indeed handsome."
He rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll sign up too."
"Don't you want to wrestle?"
"That's different. Didn't they just give you a pamphlet? Collect thirteen seals to summon the dragon." Chen Xing said with a smile.
"Oh." Zhou Peng just handed the manual to Qin Xinlei. The staff member didn't say anything to them at the time, so he only knew it now. He took it over, flipped it over, and asked, "How did you know? Also, the medal is
What?"
"The grand prize is a horse. There should be others, but I don't know."
"That's thirteen projects, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them in one day."
"How many days will it take to Damu?" Chen Xing said.
It seems that it is not that easy to win the final grand prize. Nowadays, the value of a horse is no less than that of a car, and event planners will not simply give away such great benefits to tourists.
After Chen Xing submitted his name, he immediately stamped a red seal on the first scenic spot, just like buying a book in a museum and stamping it.
At this time Zhou Peng also met a challenger.
Zhou Peng was wearing a wrestling suit, with his belly protruding outwards. He looked white and fat. At first glance, he could tell that he was a clerk in an office. He was quite conspicuous in this environment, and many people wanted to challenge him to get commemorative coins.
And he is more cautious in choosing his opponents. He doesn't look for those who are heavier than him, and he doesn't look for those who look muscular... let alone compared with Chen Xing. He knows how strong Chen Xing is now, and he might be able to defeat him.
As easy as lifting a dumbbell.
He chose a fat guy who was about the same size as himself.
Chen Xing took the camera and walked up with the video function turned on, and said: "Here, Zhou Peng, you have to remember your bold words last night. Do you want to say it again to the camera?"
He gestured to the camera and said confidently: "No problem, just grab it and throw it. It's very simple."
Chen Xing saw that the person opposite him was smiling happily, unlike an introvert, so he went over and asked: "This handsome guy, what do you do? Is there anything you want to say?"
"Haha, I'm a physical education student in Xi'an, and I practice shot put."
"Nani?" Zhou Peng was shocked.
Why are you a sports student?
The competition begins!
Zhou Peng and the physical education students immediately came into contact. Although the physical education students who practice shot put must have an advantage in physical strength, Zhou Peng's body weight is not in vain. His strength is definitely a bit more than when he was thinner. In a short period of time,
It's hard to separate.
Everyone's feet are stumbling upon each other.
Seeing that neither of them could do anything to each other for a while, the two prepared to separate temporarily... But it was too late and soon, the sports student took advantage of Zhou Peng's movement to grab Zhou Peng's wrestling uniform and take it out, and then suddenly made a choice!
Zhou Peng's whole body was lifted up by him, like an adult holding a child's hand in a circle.
Some people watching were shocked.
This is not a child, but an adult weighing two hundred pounds.
Can this fly?
When the physical education student felt comfortable, he turned around twice before putting Zhou Peng down. He laughed and said, "Are you coming again?"
"I won't come, I won't come."
When Zhou Peng landed, his steps were a little shaky...
