Chapter 1256 Challenge
Stella opened the transparent plastic bag, grabbed a handful of flour, and smiled, "This challenge is very simple! You all line up in a straight line, bite the playing cards in your mouths, and I'll put a handful of flour on top of them! The first person will pour the flour from their card onto the second person's card. The second person will then pour the flour onto the third person's card, and so on. Charles stands at the end. The flour can be spilled along the way, but when it reaches his card, there must still be half left; otherwise, it's considered a loss, and you'll have to start over until you meet the requirement."
With the experience from the first two rounds, everyone was cautious and didn't take the game lightly, repeatedly confirming the rules.
"Just this? Are there any other conditions?"
"Yeah! Are you really giving us such a simple challenge this time? I can't believe it!"
"We all heard it here. As long as there's still half the flour on Charles's card, we pass the challenge, no backing out!"
Stella patted her chest and vowed, "I keep my word, absolutely no backing out!"
Hearing her say this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the first and second rounds, they thought the game was too simple and got tricked. Thanks to Randy, otherwise, they might still be stuck at the first challenge!
Everyone bit the playing cards in their mouths, deliberately biting only a small piece to prevent the flour from spilling. Francis stood first, and Charles stood last.
Stella grabbed a handful of flour and placed it on the card in Francis's mouth.
Rodolfo stood in the second position. The two coordinated their movements.
Rodolfo bent down, and Francis stood on tiptoe, trying to pour the flour from his card onto Rodolfo's card.
He originally thought it would be a very easy task. Unexpectedly, the flour was too light, and unless he held his breath, even a slight exhale could blow the flour away.
At first, it was fine.
After all, not much flour was blown away, and passing it along, there would still be at least two-thirds left when it reached Charles.
However, when he tried to pour the flour onto Rodolfo's card, the two were too close, and the air exhaled from his nose directly blew the flour onto Rodolfo's face.
Rodolfo didn't feel much, just closed his eyes uncomfortably when the flour blew over.
But when Francis saw the flour on Rodolfo's face, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth, using all his self-control to stop himself from laughing.
However, he managed to hold back, but Walter Koch, standing in the third position, couldn't resist and squatted down, laughing heartily.
He didn't want to laugh! But he couldn't help it!
He remembered Rodolfo this morning, standing in front of the full-length mirror, checking his appearance from all angles, even asking the stylist to do his makeup for the camera.
And now, his face was covered with a thin layer of flour, looking like a cat with a powdered face, even his eyelashes had a thin layer of flour.
And the person himself was completely unaware. Just thinking about it made him want to laugh!
Seeing Walter laugh, Francis finally couldn't hold back either and squatted down, laughing heartily.
The others, seeing Rodolfo's face, couldn't help but twitch their mouths.
They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Rodolfo irritably kicked Walter, reminding him to hurry up.
Walter forced himself to stop laughing, stood up from the ground, bent his legs, allowing Rodolfo to successfully pour the flour onto his card.
However, seeing Rodolfo's flushed face and neck, combined with the layer of white flour on his face, made him look especially comical.
When Rodolfo finally managed to pour the flour onto Walter's card, Walter couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. Consequently, all the flour on the card ended up on Rodolfo's face.
Rodolfo was completely stunned, standing there in disbelief.
Walter was the first to lose control, squatting down and laughing heartily.
Everyone else couldn't hold back either and joined in the laughter.
Even Randy, who was usually serious and understanding, couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.
Rodolfo moved his mouth, causing the thick layer of flour on his face to scatter instantly, some of it even getting into his mouth and sticking to his teeth, making him look like a circus clown.
The laughter echoed through the room, almost lifting the roof.
Rodolfo's good upbringing prevented him from getting angry; instead, he quietly removed the card from his mouth and squinted his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom.
Watching his retreating figure, the laughter grew even louder and more exaggerated.
Stella's stomach hurt from laughing. She had originally thought they could at least hold out until the fourth person before breaking into laughter, but the second person couldn't resist!
Rodolfo went to wash his face, but the game had to continue.
This time, Walter took the second position. With the previous experience, he kicked Francis hard at the start of the game. "When you pour the flour later, hold your breath. If you get flour on my face, I'll skin you alive when we get back!"
Francis was the youngest in the Koch family and often the one who got bullied.
Unable to win against his older brothers and without any younger sisters to rely on, he had always felt very aggrieved.
Now, being threatened by Walter, he didn't feel like laughing at all. When he poured the flour from his card onto Walter's card, he held his breath. Walter's face remained clean, without a speck of flour.
Walter then poured the flour onto the third person's card in the same manner.
Seeing them pour the flour onto the fourth person's card in the same way, Stella couldn't let them pass the challenge so easily.
Just as she was racking her brain to sabotage them, she saw Rodolfo coming out of the bathroom.
She immediately said sarcastically, "Rodolfo, you're done washing your face! Did you put on makeup this morning? Why is your makeup all smudged? There's still flour in your eyebrows that you didn't clean off! I have makeup remover in my bag. Do you want to use it?"
At that moment, the flour was being poured onto the last groomsman's card. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but picture Rodolfo's face in his mind, and he burst out laughing.
The flour on the card mercilessly flew onto the previous groomsman's face.
The laughter echoed once again. Rodolfo, just coming out, saw the scene and his previous frustration vanished, joining in the laughter.
Stella, seeing her plan succeed, proudly raised her chin. "How about it? Time is running out! You have one last chance! If you can't complete it, I have a fourth challenge ready, maybe you'll like it! Or, should we skip this one and go to the fourth?"
"No!"
"No need, just this one, just this one, we've got the hang of it."
Who knows what the fourth challenge would be? As long as they held on and passed this challenge, they could successfully pass and take the bride away.
They absolutely couldn't give up halfway. What if the fourth challenge was even harder?
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