Every time Han Yingying found a beautiful shell, she would share it with Jiang Jindong.
Jiang Jindong answered expressionlessly from beginning to end.
It was as if these shells were no different from stones in his eyes.
But Han Yingying was still interested.
Gu Zihang, who had been following behind them, felt as if he was rejected by Han Yingying.
He saw that Han Yingying had been looking down at the crack in the reef seriously.
Every time she picked up the conch, she would compare it with her little fists silently.
It seemed that she thought that the legend was true.
Glancing at Jiang Jindong, who was picking up shells as stupidly as her work, Gu Zihang could guess what kind of wish Han Yingying would have with her when she picked up her favorite conch.
Every time Little Nomi saw a nice shell, she had to share it with Henry and Su Chen.
Henry would tell Little Nomi not to only pick up shells, but also to pay attention to her feet at all times.
And Su Chen always praised Little Nomi for being great at this time.
Then he shared with her the shell he had just seen.
Soon, the bell on his Monique's mobile phone rang, and the competition time of 40 minutes ended.
Monique called everyone back and walked back to the beach.
"Well, now let's count the number of shells that the teams have picked up the most."
Monique poured the shells in the two buckets of Little Nomi and Han Yingying into her left and right.
Then, she began to count the number one by one.
"They are the same amount. What should we do?" In the end, Han Yingying became depressed.
Although it was only for entertainment, it was still depressing that there was no winner.
The competition was a competition. She would not give in to her because her Little Nomi was too young.
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