Chapter 66
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Chapter 66: Grand Finale (Part 1): Title
Viewers observed the studio’s dramatic overhaul—the sponge pit and brick walls had vanished, replaced by
a golden-winged trophy at the far end.
The prize sat amidst intersecting crimson cords forming a thread labyrinth,
beyond which lay winding paths obstructed by variously shaped barriers.
The victory condition needed no explanation.
Song Yutian heard the director’s amplified instructions: "Companions, escort contestants to the starting position."
Song Yuan’an guided her forward several steps before halting. "Here."
Standing motionless, she whispered, "My back faces the lounge, front toward the screen?"
"Correct."
The director continued: "When signaled, companions must vocally direct contestants toward the trophy from outside the arena."
Quietly, Song Yutian pressed, "Trophy’s bearing from here?"
"Northeast. Approximately twenty meters east, then fifteen north."
"After commencement," the director warned, "contestant mics will be muted. No queries permitted—absolute reliance on companions’ guidance."
"If I hit obstacles," she instructed, "detail their form, dimensions, and position relative to me."
"Understood."
"In conclusion," the director declared, "first contact with the trophy crowns the ultimate champion of this season’s Unexpected Challenges."
"Contestants… begin!"
As soon as the director finished speaking, the studio buzzed with overlapping commands.
"Moying, turn ninety degrees to the right first, then walk two meters. No, no—move back a bit."
"Yueli, take two steps forward, then pivot slightly to the right."
Su Moying’s senior brother and Wei Yao each directed their partners differently—one using precise angles and measurements, the other relying on step counts and vague descriptors.
Both teams encountered issues.
For Su Moying’s group, the blindfolded girl struggled with spatial perception. Despite her earnest efforts to follow the exact instructions, deviations crept into every movement.
Meanwhile, Wei Yao and Zhong Yueli faced constant mismatches in interpreting terms like "one step" or "slightly."
With contestants’ microphones muted, all uncertainties went unresolved, leaving only guesswork.
Song Yuan’an remained silent initially.
Song Yutian advanced toward the trophy purely by instinct.
[Why isn’t the brother speaking?]
[Is Sister Song ignoring instructions?]
[Imperfect guidance beats no hints!]
[She’ll crash into something!]
Before the audience’s murmurs subsided, Song Yutian collided with the first barrier after traversing several meters.
Simultaneously, Song Yuan’an spoke: "Song Yutian, a wall blocks your path. On its right side is a circular opening—one meter wide."
The instant he finished, Song Yutian threaded her legs through the gap, arched backward fluidly, and emerged beyond the wall.
[That’s it? I barely saw…]
[Has she bewitched me? That looked graceful.]
[Her ease makes me think I could do this!]
Repeating this method, Song Yutian navigated multiple obstacles. However bizarre their shapes were, she contorted through each challenge the moment Song Yuan’an described it.
This efficiency came at a cost. Before each collision—though cushioned by sponge padding—pain still lanced through her body. Even worse was the psychological strain of advancing blindly through the collision-prone darkness.
Soon, she reached the red-thread maze’s periphery while Su Moying and Zhong Yueli lagged behind.
Song Yuan’an announced, "Song Yutian, the final barrier awaits. Listen carefully."
She froze obediently.
"The trophy lies three meters ahead, but crisscrossing crimson cords obscure the path. Verbal descriptions won’t suffice." After pausing thoughtfully, he added, "I’ve plotted a route. Follow my directions?"
Song Yutian gestured her agreement.
"Bend forward first…"
This maze surpassed prior challenges in complexity. Yet Song Yuan’an’s crystal-clear instructions paired perfectly with Song Yutian’s extraordinary flexibility, enabling her to maneuver serpentinely between threads.
[Her trust in him is absolute.]
[Sibling telepathy!]
[Sister Song moves like a dancer!]
[How did he map it so fast?]
When Song Yutian completed a third of the maze, Su Moying and Zhong Yueli arrived, crowding the once-solitary space.
While untangling a thread from her hair, Song Yutian brushed against something.
She recoiled as Song Yuan’an warned, "Careful! A man is approaching your right flank."
Song Yutian stifled laughter—only Zhong Yueli could be there. Had she touched his hair?
"Advance a half-step," Song Yuan’an ordered.
Simultaneously, Wei Yao barked, "Yueli! Half a step to the right!"
"Right! Not left!"
As Song Yutian’s coordination with Song Yuan’an grew more seamless, she inched closer to the trophy.
Finally, after ducking beneath a crimson rope, Song Yuan’an issued his final instruction.
"Song Yutian, extend your hand."
Her fingertips brushed against something cold.
While the blindfolded contestants remained unaware, all spectators witnessed a spotlight abruptly illuminating both the trophy and Song Yutian. The director’s voice boomed through the speakers: "Congratulations to Song Yutian, the first contestant to claim the championship trophy!"
"You may now remove your blindfold and claim your prize."
Song Yutian slowly lifted her eye covering, cradled the trophy, then turned toward the cameras with a radiant smile.
Su Moying and Zhong Yueli simultaneously removed their blindfolds, rising to gaze at Song Yutian. Song Yuan’an and Wei Yao rushed forward, the latter enveloping Song Yutian in an enthusiastic embrace. Nearby, Shen Xi and Pei Hao approached as staff members set off confetti cannons, sending golden streamers raining down over the gathering.
