Tan Xiao froze.
He froze again…
After a full half a minute, he slapped Cheng Weicai's chest. "Why didn't you say so earlier! Hurry up and calculate!!!"
Cheng Weicai almost cracked his chest. "Cough, cough, cough, cough!…"
Tan Xiao quickly rubbed his chest. "Old man, you're too fragile, I didn't even use much force… Were you serious just now? Can you really calculate it?"
Cheng Weicai shook his head and waved his hand. "Cough, cough, cough…"
"What do you mean?" Tan Xiao glared. "You can't? Didn't you just say you could?! Hey! Can you calculate it or not, give me a straight answer!"
Cheng Weicai clutched his chest. "No…"
Tan Xiao: "Then you were talking nonsense?!"
"I meant theoretically…" Cheng Weicai gasped for breath, trying to explain, "Theoretically, knowing the position of the initial point and the angle of the serve, it is possible to calculate the landing point."
Tan Xiao grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Then hurry up and calculate!!!"
Cheng Weicai felt dizzy. "I… I teach Chinese…"
"No matter what you teach, you're still a teacher! You must have learned math!" Tan Xiao roared anxiously. "I've never passed elementary school math! You're better than me, right?! Huh?!"
Cheng Weicai's ears were almost deafened by his yelling, and he was in pain. However, after thinking about it, he felt that there was some truth to it.
In this situation, they had to try every method, maybe this was their only chance.
Cheng Weicai tried his best to calm down, took a deep breath, "Man will conquer nature, there must be a way. Alright, alright, I'll try it today! Little Tan, help me out!"
Tan Xiao slid out of the snail shell and bent down to help Cheng Weicai out.
The frog didn't catch any insects and had already left after a while. At this time, the cave was dark and silent, and at a glance, there were only densely arranged snails.
Cheng Weicai tremblingly took out a fountain pen from his arms, did not open it, and directly used the tip of the pen cap to write and draw on the mud-stained snail shell, listing formulas.
The others also came out of the snails one after another.
Perhaps they had heard the argument between Tan Xiao and Cheng Weicai just now, and now everyone looked at them with both expectation and doubt.
"Can you really calculate it?" Monkey asked.
"Whether we can calculate it or not, we have to calculate it first to know!" Tan Xiao raised his chin proudly, as if he felt that Cheng Weicai was his "brother", so his tone carried an inexplicable sense of pride.
Everyone was silent, watching Cheng Weicai's back with half-understanding.
They couldn't help with this matter.
Shen Mo looked thoughtfully at Bai Youwei.
She was looking at Hui Ge and Monkey.
Seemingly aware of his gaze, Bai Youwei turned her head slightly, then looked at him innocently and incomprehensibly.
Shen Mo looked away, wondering if he had misunderstood…
Soon it was the seventh round. After two consecutive rounds without any deaths, the golden ball's tone became lazy and casual -
"The current game has failed, with [Number] players surviving. Now entering the seventh round of 'Frog's Golden Ball', please be prepared (yawns)… Oh, froggy needs to work harder."
As it spoke, it began to count down: "59, 58, 57…"
Bai Youwei slowly crawled into the snail.
Shen Mo stayed outside, his dark eyes staring at the golden ball, wondering what the purpose of this game was, or what its significance was?
If it wanted to kill, it could just kill them directly, why bother with all this fancy stuff? Even if the end of the world really came, aliens came, the earth was invaded, anything, there should always be a reason, right?
The doll game, why did it exist?