Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 783: The Little Ancestor’s Secret Manual is just domineering!
Hmph, I must avenge the humiliation of writing that self-critique!
And let Brother Bai Fei see how outstanding she is, unlike those small-time Seat family members who can’t hold a candle to us.
That’s what Chu Qiaoen thought.
Who knew, instead of scaring the Seat sisters, those harsh words only made Xi Rubao laugh: "Someone who just scores a little over ten, what’s your credibility in criticizing others? Don’t worry, we’ll definitely be number one!"
Chu Qiaoen: "..." Stubborn as a mule!
No one understands medicine better than her.
Dream on if they think they can surpass her hard-earned score of 19!
With a mocking gaze from Chu Qiaoen, Xi Rubao followed Fan Yong’s team onto the stage.
Team 23, all members on stage!
Sighs from the audience:
"Are they crazy? Everyone on stage, even those freshmen who know nothing? This isn’t a numbers game, more people just add to the chaos."
"Did they not learn elementary math? What do freshmen know anyway? Each wrong guess deducts a point; are they aiming for the most negative score?"
"I can’t understand this. I think they’re just giving up and turning it into performance art!"
Almost everyone thought they were being ridiculous.
Even the scoring professor frowned: "Are you sure you want this many people on stage? Certain?"
"We’re sure."
A resolute voice, firm and powerful.
Zuzi watching from below smiled slightly: Ah, these kids have such a good spirit, they’ve already won half the battle in aura.
Other teams: "..." These guys must be crazy, starting off doomed to fail!
One minute later.
Scoring officially began.
The team on stage, number 23, all reached into the airtight box.
The scoring professor just started the stopwatch: "One second..."
Before the word "second" was even finished.
Answers rang out one after another:
"Guang Bai!" "Da Huang!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
"Chuan Qiang!" "Bai Qiu!"
"Mao Gen!" "Wang You!"
"Chonglou!" "Ghost Needle!"
The eight people on stage spoke in unison, each word precise.
The scoring professor was stunned, then realized: "Correct, correct on 8, add, add eight points..."
Damn, they identified these obscure herbs in one second, do these students have x-ray vision?
The next second, before he could time it,
The eight quickly reported the herbs from the second box:
"Immortal Food!" "Big Head Chen!"
"Xiao Feiyang!" "Knife Injury Wood!"
"Belladonna!" "Eagle Will Not Land!"
"Return Return!" "Passerby Yellow!"
Both the scoring professor on stage and all the audience below were dumbfounded.
Damn, less than a second again to identify the herbs, is there really no gap letting them see or are they cheating?
This is just two seconds in, and they’ve already got 16 points.
There are three minutes to go, is this score going to go through the roof?
Amidst the confusion, the scoring professor coughed: "Slow down, let everyone see clearly."
Fan Yong, with a calm face: "We’re not using sight!"
Xi Rubao pouted: "Team leader, it doesn’t matter, let them watch."
Don’t they just want to know what tricks we have to identify the herbs so quickly and accurately?
Heh, without Ancestor Sister’s guidance, you won’t understand or learn even if you watch!
In the third round, the whole team slightly slowed down their pace of identifying herbs, from one second stretched to... two seconds.
Finally, people vaguely saw them reaching into the box, retrieving their hands in less than a second, and making a "Spring Breeze" like gesture in front of them.
Damn, do these guys rely on some evil technique to identify herbs?
A gesture can guess what the herb is???
Everyone fell into a mysterious contemplation.
