Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 91 You Call This Poetry

"It’s mine!"

Sang Chuan stood in front of Song Shiye, holding half a card in each hand. He brought the two halves together to form a complete card, his head tilted to the side, ending his words with a playful, singsong tone.

[Look at Sang Chuan, acting all smug. If it weren’t for being in a tight spot with Chu Wei, the wooden cabin would’ve been Xiao Ye’s by now.]

"Wait, sis, why did you guys get here before us?" The moment Sang Ning returned, Sang Chuan immediately wiped the smile off his face and asked seriously.

"You were too slow. We took the second cable car and still got here earlier than you."

"What?"

Sang Chuan’s smile completely froze. They had hiked tirelessly for over an hour, and yet Sang Ning just casually arrived via cable car.

The others fell silent too. So what was the point of them working so hard to block everyone else’s way?

It was all to give Sang Ning a chance to be the second person to arrive at the summit. The thought made it sting even more.

Sang Ning, holding onto some looted little bread rolls, handed them out to the guests as breakfast. Director Sun experienced a fleeting heart attack.

Dammit, she saved money again!

"Director, where’s our mountain view room? Were you lying to us?"

Chu Xi glanced around. This place didn’t look remotely like it had any rooms. freёwebnoѵel.com

The so-called summit wasn’t much of a summit at all; to be exact, it was more like a half-mountain slope. The area they were in was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with one side facing another mountain peak that was even higher in altitude.

Looking toward the middle of the peak, there was a narrow path lined with jagged artificial rocks. If you walked about ten meters along the path, you’d see a stone archway carved from a massive rock, inscribed with the three characters "Anazhen."

Due to the narrowness of the path, it was impossible to see beyond it. No matter how you looked at it, it resembled an ordinary mountain summit—definitely not the kind of place you’d imagine hosting a small town.

"All guests, drawing the card was just the first step. Next, you need to acquire the key to officially move into your new home," Director Sun explained from the side.

Sang Youming clicked his tongue a few times. "We’re living in tents. What kind of keys are you even talking about?"

"Others will look for keys. For you tent-dwellers, it’s up to you to find your tents and pick your own choice piece of feng shui real estate, and then set up your tents yourselves."

Director Sun asked the guests to gather closer and continued, "We’ve invited a mysterious surprise guest for this session. Both the keys and tents are in their possession. You’ll need to use clues to find this guest, and the group that locates them first will win a special Prop Card as well as a luxurious lunch."

Sang Chuan stretched his hand out to Director Sun, "Clues, please! Hurry up and give us some!"

Director Sun smirked cryptically. "Clues don’t come free of charge. There are three clues pertaining to the identity of the surprise guest, which will be earned through three rounds of PK. Each round’s winning family will earn one clue. Families who don’t get a clue will have to rely on their own luck. The first two rounds are quick-response challenges, while the third round is a teamwork challenge. Good luck, everyone!"

While speaking, staff members brought over six competing buzzers.

Li Sulan gestured for Sang Ning to operate the buzzer; anything requiring quick reflexes was better left to the younger generation.

"If you think you can do it, go for it," Sang Ning stepped aside, leaving the buzzer station for Li Sulan.

Now she had suddenly decided to slack off. Working hard for Li Sulan was equivalent to sacrificing for her, and Sang Ning was far from masochistic enough to take on that kind of pointless suffering.

"Hah, fine! I’ll do it!" Li Sulan grabbed the buzzer in a fit of pique. "When I win the fancy meal, you better have the guts not to eat!"

[Sang Ningzhen sure holds grudges—she’s clearly still upset at Li Sulan over that incident when she snagged her bread rolls without asking.]

[Well, who wouldn’t be? With such low-quality teammates, who would want to put effort into the task at hand? Better to suffer personally than let someone like her enjoy the rewards.]

Sang Ning stood off to the side next to Director Sun, fully withdrawing from the competition.

Director Sun was speechless. Where had that competitive spirit she had before climbing the mountain gone?

Deciding to ignore Sang Ning altogether, Director Sun figured that at least her group still had Li Sulan competing.

He raised his arm and blew a whistle. "Attention guests! The first PK round will begin now. The first round is a poetry quick-response challenge. The first guest to press the buzzer and correctly answer will receive the first clue."

"Now, listen carefully to the poetry requirement."

Everyone instantly held their breath, straining to catch every word of Director Sun’s instructions.

"Recite a complete ancient poem containing the word ’star’..."

Before Director Sun even clarified which "xing" he meant, the #1 buzzer lit up loudly. Everyone turned toward the sound, surprised to see Sang Youming had been the first to raise his hand.

"Wow, someone with just primary school education reciting ancient poetry? Impressive," Hu Zhi sneered from the side.

[The most savage commentary often comes from one’s own spouse—after all, who else knows all the embarrassing details like your own wife?]

[It’s probably Sang Youming pressing the buzzer while Qin Kai does the answering. Would someone with only primary school education know enough poetry?]

[Look, Sang Youming is madly signaling at Qin Kai. As expected, he wants Qin Kai to answer.]

Qin Kai hadn’t expected Sang Youming to react so quickly. Under Sang Youming’s eager gaze brimming with trust, Qin Kai’s mind completely froze—he couldn’t think of a single verse involving "star."

Director Sun started urging them. "Time is limited. Group #1, please answer promptly. Countdown starts now: ten, nine, eight..."

No matter how hard Qin Kai racked his brain, he came up empty. Just as he was about to tell Director Qin they were ready to pass, Sang Youming suddenly turned around confidently and shouted, "I know the answer!"

Under everyone’s skeptical gaze, he declared solemnly, "’Light a star’s lamp, illuminate my doorway, guide lost children home again...’"

Not only did Sang Youming answer, but he also started singing. Director Sun interrupted him immediately, "Stop, stop, stop! Is that even poetry?"

"What, that doesn’t count?" Sang Youming hung his head, his eyes darting mischievously. Two seconds later, he perked up again, "How about this? ’Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are...’"

Everyone: "..."

[You’ve got to be kidding me. Is Sang Youming pretending to be an idiot or genuinely clueless? Did he seriously think that counted as poetry?]

[This is why compulsory nine-year education matters. Not knowing the difference between poetry and nursery rhymes is just embarrassing—and socially mortifying.]

[Come on, don’t slap labels unfairly. Anyone born and raised in China, even without schooling, should at least understand what poetry is.]

Sang Ning covered her face, signaling she could no longer bear to watch. Apparently, the Sang Family as a whole was in desperate need of a cultural upgrade.

Director Sun’s expression could best be described as looking like he’d swallowed a bug. Even Qin Kai, their teammate, buried his head in shame.

This? They’d have been better off not answering at all.

"Group #1 response incorrect. Disqualified for further attempts. Moving on to the remaining five groups," Director Sun mercilessly cut off Sang Youming’s attempt to continue answering.

Li Sulan, meanwhile, couldn’t stop laughing at the side. "What a joke! If you don’t know anything, don’t step up and embarrass yourself."