Translator: 549690339
“Current game failed, five players remain alive. We’re now entering the ninth round of ‘Frog’s Golden Ball’. Please prepare yourselves; the countdown begins in one minute. 59, 58…”
Everyone was looking at Bai Youwei.
Under the pressure of their gazes, Bai Youwei raised her head. She was neither afraid nor ashamed, standing strong with a bit of pride in her voice. “Overturn that snail next to Teacher Chang,” she said.
Tan Xiao was stunned. “…Just like that?”
“Yes, that simple.” Bai Youwei sneered at him, “Calculating the obligatory points in the ball’s traveling route from one hundred and sixty-three snails how come you don’t know how simple it is?”
A corner of Tan Xiao’s mouth twitched awkwardly.
What trajectory? What obligatory point? He was slightly perplexed.
But Teacher Chang finally got it. “I see! The ball bounces too many times, so calculating its landing spot is too complex. But we can calculate the obligatory point!”
Tan Xiao excitedly asked, “Old man, can you do the calculations?”
Chang Weicai chuckled, “Well, I teach Chinese…”
Tan Xiao remained silent.
The monkey walked over to the snail with that unnatural smile still clinging to his face, his eyes frighteningly bright.
“Let’s give it a try.” He couldn’t wait, reaching out and gripping the snail. Tan Xiao hesitated for a moment, and then joined in, his face strained with effort.
It was hard to push a snail stuck in silt, but if all they had to do was flip it around in a group, it wasn’t too troublesome.
Shen MO looked down at Bai Youwei beside him and asked, “How confident are you in this?”
Without looking at him, Bai Youwei focused on Tan Xiao and the monkey in front of her, her voice emotionless. “About seventy or eighty percent.” A choking feeling rose in Shen Mo’s chest.
He remained quiet for a moment before warning her, “Don’t do this again.”
Bai Youwei raised her brows at him, “Don’t do what?”
Shen MO said nothing.
He realized that her mischievousness was returning, not only mischievous but twisted as well.
“It’s not worth risking your life for those types of people,” Shen MO said in a low voice.
Bai Youwei smirked and silently laughed, “The life at stake isn’t mine, but Zhang Hua’s. I have you to protect me; Teacher Chang has Tan Xiao. Those two hooligans might seem like brothers, but they’re only in it for their own benefits. Each of them is ready to stab the other in the back. Zhang Hua realized this, so he kept his eye on them, thinking at least one of them would be sacrificed to feed the frog. Unfortunately, we encountered an Inspector willing to change the rules on a whim. The rule about feeding tadpoles turned into the frog. Zhang Hua died too early.”
Shen Mo felt a headache coming on, creasing his brows further, “If it wasn’t for the rule change, you wouldn’t have revealed the method to pass this round,
“Yes.” Bai Youwei nodded calmly, her face expressionless. “I’m not interested in playing the savior. Besides, this game seems to go out of its way to kill players. If I save them, I’m directly opposing the game. What benefits does that bring
Anger spiked in Shen Mo’s heart, but he swallowed it and remained silent.
Bai Youwei looked up at him, her lips curled in a taunting smile, “What’s wrong? Do you think I’m selfish, or do you find me cruel? Shen MO, let me teach you something poverty makes people humble, hardship makes them bitter, and here I am, a rich girl who is just unlucky. Not only am I bitter, but I’m also coldblooded and take great pleasure in seeing others suffer more misfortune than me. Do you understand?” Shen MO took a deep breath. “I understand.”
After a pause, he said: “You’re insane.”
Bai Youwei froze, her face changing instantly, “Did you just insult me?!”
Shen MO thought – yes, that was an insult. If it were someone under me, I wouldn’t think twice about giving them a beating.
But their conversation was disrupted by the countdown for the Golden Ball.
“…3…2…1. The game begins!”