"I won't forget you even if you forget." Feng Bujue replied, lying lazily in the chair.
"Hoo ho ho... then..." Mr. You snapped his fingers, and the console in front of Feng Bujue and the seat he was sitting on actually moved forward at this time. Both of these things were connected to the lower floor.
But during its movement, the black and white checkered floor disappeared like a virtual projection and reappeared without being affected at all.
"The second round is... multiple choice questions." Mr. You said, "The rules of this round are that the contestants come forward to answer one by one. Each person can answer up to seven questions, and at least one question needs to be answered." He once again took it from his pocket.
He took out a stack of question cards, and the pattern on the back of the card was no different from the first round: "After I finish reading the questions, the contestants can select the answer through the button on the console. Once pressed, the answer cannot be changed."
Feng Bujue asked: "Is it true that as long as you answer one question wrongly, you can't continue to answer it?"
"That's right, and the mysterious advantage you gained in the first round is..." Mr. You paused again at the critical moment, and the sound of rapid drums sounded like the sound of a trapeze artist's final jump in the circus.
Soundtrack, "You can choose to skip a question at any time in the second round and get extra points."
"Will the person with the lowest score enter the arena this round?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Haha... the second round..." Mr. You smiled sinisterly: "The player with the highest score at the end of this round will arbitrarily designate one person to enter the arena."
"I see." Feng Bujue said. "I understand, let's get started."
"Okay, please listen to the first question..." Mr. You took the question card and said: "The score for this question... is ten. Excuse me... Einstein's birthday is... a, March 13th; b,
March 14th; c, March 15th; d. April 13th." After he finished asking, he turned his face to the camera: "We all know that the second round is a very critical round. If the contestants can answer all the questions correctly,
The seven questions will very likely establish a huge score advantage..."
Feng Bujue remained expressionless for a few seconds. Then he interrupted Mr. You: "I want to skip this question and get extra points."
The audience was in an uproar.
Mr. You smiled and said: "Really? Contestant No. 1, do you want to use up this opportunity on the first question? You must know that the subsequent questions will only become more and more difficult."
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied very calmly.
"Haha... extra points!" Mr. You burned the question card in his hand, and in front of Feng Bujue's console, the score displayed changed to 60 points.
"Contestant No. 1, why did you use this advantage so decisively?" Mr. You said: "Contestants who participated in our program in the past would try their best to save this opportunity for later questions.
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"Because I don't know how to solve this question," Feng Bujue replied.
"Why don't you guess? It's just a ten-point question." Mr. You asked.
Feng Bujue replied: "It's a very simple math problem. Assuming that I don't know all these questions, if I guessed blindly on the first question, I would get 60 points for guessing right, and 40 points for guessing wrong. And now, guessing correctly
There are 80 points. If you guess wrong... the result is the same as if you guessed wrong on the first question, 40 points.
The probability is also 25%, the risk is the same, but the possible return is higher, so of course I will use this opportunity and make sure to move on to the second question." He paused: "What's more... what if...
I know the second question, so there’s no need to guess.”
Mr. You was a little stunned by what he said. The audience was silent for a few seconds, then burst into applause and cheers.
"Huh...hehe, Contestant No. 1 seemed very calm even when he couldn't answer the question." Mr. You said with a smile.
There was another burst of laughter from the audience.
"This is called reasonable application of the rules, let's continue." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.
"Okay, Contestant No. 1, let's start from the second question. You can choose to answer or not answer..." Mr. You pushed up the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "The score for the second question is twenty points, and extra points for correct answers.
Twenty points. If the answer is wrong, twenty points will naturally be deducted." He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Based on your theory just now. Even if it is just a guess, you will try it, right?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue replied.
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You looked at the question card and said: "On April 30, 1943, a famous scam in history kicked off, that is, Operation Minced Meat. Excuse me, who was disguised as a lieutenant commander of the Royal Navy?
The corpse, his... real name, is... a, William Martin; b, Samuel Jackson; c, Glyndwr Michael; d, Charlie Sheen."
Feng Bujue pressed the c button without hesitation.
Mr. You said: "Contestant No. 1, once the answer is pressed, it cannot be changed."
"Ah, I know." Feng Bujue replied.
The nervous soundtrack sounded again, and Mr. You looked at the camera solemnly: "The correct answer is..."
"What are you doing with that constipated look on your face... b and d are both actors' names, so they can be ruled out immediately. And isn't William Martin the identity name forged in Operation Mincemeat? Even if you don't know Mincemeat
If you are an action person, if you guess between a and c, you will choose the name that is more like your real name..." Feng Bujue said.
"Contestant No. 1." Mr. You turned away unhappily: "How about you host it?"
"Okay, let's change places, and I promise to send you into the arena." Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh? That's interesting. If Mr. You wants to enter the arena, just pick one of the three of us to be the executioner." Plague, who was sitting in the guest seat, showed an interesting smile.
Arrogance actually seconded: "Good idea."
"You just want me to die!" Mr. You said, "Don't change the subject, I'm announcing the answer!"
"It's c." The audience booed as if they had already been spoiled.
"Okay... now that everyone knows it." Mr. You cheered up again: "The answer is correct! Add twenty points!" Feng Bujue's score displayed in front of the console immediately changed to eighty.
"Hmm... It seems that this question is not difficult at all for contestant No. 1." Mr. You raised his hand and burned the question card, "But the next question... is worth forty points." He paused deliberately for a few seconds.
Seconds later, the camera also focused on Feng Bujue, but Brother Jue didn't have any big reaction.
"Do you regret using that right to skip questions now, Contestant No. 1?" Mr. You asked at the right time.
"So...will the score for each next question be doubled?" Feng Bujue ignored Fatty You and said to himself.
"Hoo hoo ho... Who knows?" Mr. You also looked careless.
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered and answered the other party's previous question: "If you think you will regret it, don't do it. If you do it, you won't regret it."
Mr. You whistled, and the cameraman used a split screen to give him and Feng Bujue a close-up of each at the same time: "So...Contestant No. 1, do you want to answer the third question?"
"Answer." Feng Bujue said.
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You looked at the question card and answered: "Which of the following is not... the move of Emperor Qi Tian? a, God's flame; b, God's light; c, God's hand; d, God's hand
Cut."
This question is somewhat confusing. Most of Qi Tian Emperor's moves begin with "God's". Feng Bujue couldn't figure out the answer for a while. He needed to search carefully in the attic of his memory.
"Contestants don't have to worry. There is no set time limit for the second round, but generally speaking, if you still can't think of it after three to five minutes, I will count down the seconds and let you choose an answer at will." Mr. You finished.
After saying this, he turned his face to the center of the stage: "Why don't we take advantage of Player 1's thinking and ask the other players to tell us what they think of Player 1's prospects in this round. Of course, if you know the answer, you can
Don't try to prompt him, otherwise he will be directly deducted points and eliminated." He turned to Xiaotan: "Contestant No. 2, which question do you think Contestant No. 1 can answer."
Xiao Tan was looking down at his left hand silently. So far, his hand has not shown any obvious changes. When asked by Mr. You, he replied without raising his head: "I don't know, but I have feelings for Brother Jue."
Confidence, he should be able to finish the answer."
"Contestant No. 2, No. 1 is now leading the score. If he can answer all the questions, the highest score in the second round will be determined in advance. What if he chooses you to go to the arena?" Mr. You threw out a
A rather difficult question to answer.
"Huh?" Xiao Tan raised his head and looked at Mr. You: "Then go. If Brother Jue chooses me to go, it means that this is more reasonable."
"Haha... It seems that contestant No. 2 trusts No. 1's resourcefulness." Mr. You commented, then turned to Siyu, "Then... may I ask the third..."
"Pass." Xiyu didn't even let Mr. You finish what he said, and responded directly with a "I'm too lazy to care about you" approach.
"Uh..." Fatty You smiled awkwardly and turned to Bei Ling: "Then... Contestant No. 4, do you have anything to say?"
"Captain, if you can really finish the answer, please select Xiaotan." The words were addressed to Feng Bujue, but Beiling gave Xiaotan a malicious smile.
"What on earth did I do?" Xiaotan looked innocent.
"If I lose my left hand and have no luck with women, I will have to depend on my right hand for the rest of my life..." Feng Bujue actually complained in a feeble tone at this time. Judging from his calm demeanor, he probably
Already have the answer.
Fatty You's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh, Contestant No. 1, what you said is quite interesting. Can I quote it in the future?"
"Whatever you want..." Feng Bujue said, "I've already made my choice, just tell me the answer."
Mr. You bent down and glanced at the answer on the front of console No. 1. Feng Bujue pressed the d key.
"Okay, the answer for contestant No. 1 is d, God's decision..." Mr. You started his usual hosting trick again, not finishing the whole sentence, and always stopping at key points for as long as he could, "
