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The black pointer slowly rotated, its speed growing faster and faster.
It was like the black reaper knocking on the door, or a ssage signaling the arrival of bad luck.
While it spun, Bai Youwei took another look at the scores on the field. She, Pan Xiaoxin, and Yan Qingwen were in the lead, each with 3 points.
Pan Xiaoxin had impressed her. For a primary school student to have accumulated 3 points, and maintaining an advantage, was no easy feat.
Shen Mo and Zhu Shu had 2 points each, and Li Li, due to a wrong answer, was deducted 1 point and was also at 2 points.
Chang Weicai, Tan Xiao, and Lun Ang all had 1 point each.
Her heart lightened a little.
Because this ant that everyone still had points left, and even if soone answered the second question wrong, no one’s life would be imdiately in danger.
The pointer began to slow down.
Everyone’s nerves were strained!
Who would be the lucky one chosen to have the advantage of choosing the question sign?
The pointer slid past Li Li, his breaths short and rapid, his eyes completely focused on the sharp tip of the pointer! But as the pointer leisurely drifted past, he relaxed suddenly, his gaze resentful as he looked to the person beside him—
The pointer decelerated further, moving as slow as a snail.
Finally, it crept past Pan Xiaoxin and stopped right in front of Chang Weicai!
“Player number 2, please choose a question type.”
Everyone looked at Chang Weicai.
Chang Weicai impulsively made a selection without hesitation:
“Poetry.”
He was a language teacher, and this was the type of question he excelled at.
Tan Xiao scratched his head imdiately upon seeing the question, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
The expressions on everyone else’s faces weren’t too great either.
Chang Weicai, realising sothing, suddenly turned white!
“No, no… wait a minute! I want a do-over!” Chang Weicai said anxiously, “Inspector! I don’t want the poetry question anymore! I’ll pick sothing else! I want to change the question!”
“The question type has been locked and cannot be changed.”
The Inspector’s tone was unemotional and absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
“Question 2, ‘Chun She’ is one of the ancient traditional folk festivals, please na the poem that does not ntion ‘Chun She’, everyone please answer on your answer board.”
A question and its four-option multiple-choice responses appeared on the liquid crystal display in front of Bai Youwei:
A, “Racing Psalm” by Lu You;
B, “Society Day” by Wang Ju;
C, “Touring Paddy Village” by Lu You;
D, “Village Residence” by Gao Ding.
Among these four poems, which one is not related to ‘Chun She’?
Bai Youwei frowned, not pleased with the situation.
Due to her health, she had never received higher education at a school. However, she had never missed an online course, and she had nurous books at ho, each and every one of which she had read. She was knowledgeable in literature, history, nature, science, internet trends, Go, and various competitive gas.
Of course, it wasn’t because she loved studying, but rely to pass the ti and to relieve boredom.
So she considered herself to be no less knowledgeable than anyone else.
However, ancient poetry was indeed her weak point because she wasn’t interested, so she never put much effort into it. She had a rudintary understanding of commonly known poetry, but when faced with these four options…
She didn’t recognize a single one.
If she had to choose, the B option “Society Day” had the word “Society” in it. So the answer could possibly be A, C, or D.
She pondered for a mont, without any clues, and could only rely on luck.
Bai Youwei chose A.
The “Racing Psalm,” whatever it was, sounded like a dragon boat race? Or perhaps a praise for a certain song? She couldn’t guess.
The one-minute answering ti quickly passed.
The Inspector announced the answer: “The answer is D. 1 point is added for those who answered correctly, 1 point is deducted for those who answered wrong, and players with no points are eliminated.”
“No! Don’t!…”
“Ah! Ah! Help, help…”
“This isn’t fair! It isn’t fair!”
Horrified screams echoed.
This ti, five tal chairs slowly rotated, disregarding people’s cries and struggles. The tall chair backs blocked everyone’s line of sight.
“Elimination,” had once again begun…
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