Showtime!

Jiang Wangshu stood in the corner near the door, having changed back into knight's attire at some point, his gaze indifferent.

No wonder Jimo had not seen him at first glance just now.

Yet... how could he agree to participate in this kind of game that sounded like a total scam from the start?

He Zhenglin stared at Jiang Wangshu with great interest for a moment, and after introducing the appearing members, he tossed the microphone to the staff member and sat back down on the sofa.

The staff member took it and said, "Next, I will introduce the competition rules. For the ranch treasure hunt game, there are six clue cards placed at the finish line in this grass field, corresponding to six hidden fragments. Contestants simply need to find the fragments according to the hints given above, and the side with more fragments wins."

"Note that on this field, anywhere the lights can reach is within the competition area."

The staff member paused: "After this match ends, the winning side can hold the fragments and make the losers do one thing. Correspondingly, the losers must obey unconditionally, and Young Master He will act as the referee to witness and supervise the fairness of the entire competition... including the post-match punishment."

As soon as he spoke, everyone on the field grew restless. The Red Team glared at Jiang Wangshu as if they wanted to devour him, looking as though victory was already in their hands and beginning to fantasize about how to torture Jiang Wangshu. Not long ago, because Jiang Wangshu caused them to be punished by Mosi, they had already built up a stomach full of resentment.

Mind you, with the F4 backing them now, as long as they won the match, even if Mosi was present, Mosi wouldn't be able to stop them no matter what they wanted to do to Jiang Wangshu!

Jimo, however, frowned. If this competition rule was followed, wouldn't that mean Jiang Wangshu had to compete against ten people, giving him a winning odd of only one in eleven? This was clearly unfair to him!

Jiang Wangshu had zero chance of winning at all!

Obviously, it seemed the purpose of this game was designed entirely to mess with Jiang Wangshu.

This was clearly a team competition, yet the Blue Team only had one person, and no one at the scene felt there was any problem.

"If both teams have no objections, then the competition officially begins."

Seeing that the competition was about to start, Jiang Wangshu still did not raise any objections.

Jimo could not stand by and watch him walk into a fire pit.

"Wait!"

The staff member lowered his whistle, and everyone on the field looked over.

Jimo scratched his head, looking at the staff member with a puzzled expression: "I'm a bit slow, I didn't quite catch that. Just now I heard you say the Red Team is a team competition with a full ten people. Then if they win against the Blue Team, who does this reward go to, seeing as the Blue Team only has one person after all."

The staff member paused and looked at the person on the sofa; he was only following orders.

No one spoke on the field for a moment. Jimo ignored the Red Team's glares intended to kill him with their eyes, and continued: "Or is this not teamwork, but everyone for themselves—whoever finds it keeps it and wins? But if so, how do we determine the loser? Sorry, I haven't played this kind of game before; I said earlier I'm a bit slow."

A member of the Red Team looked at Jimo with contempt: "Since the Red and Blue teams are divided, there are only two teams. Win together, lose together. Where did so many questions come from?"

Jimo stood beside the sofa and deliberately asked Ke Yueyi: "Brother, is that how it is? I thought six fragments corresponded to eleven people, and the Blue Team only needed to find one to be considered the winner, while the Red Team needed to find at least five."

"You!"

The Red Team member who had just spoken instantly flushed red, finally realizing that Jimo was deliberately altering the rules.

Huang Zhenghao warned him in a low voice: "Chen Ziwu."

This Jimo clearly wanted Ke Yueyi to stick up for him. Right now, he still couldn't figure out the relationship between Jimo and Ke Yueyi, so he could only suppress it temporarily and wait and see how things developed. Besides, He Zhenglin hadn't spoken yet.

Ever since Jimo spoke up, Jiang Wangshu had been quietly gazing at him the whole time, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him and only the person before his eyes mattered.

At this moment, Ke Yueyi gave Jiang Wangshu a faint glance, patted Jimo, and said nothing.

Jimo looked down at him; sure enough, he hadn't held out much hope either.

Instead, He Zhenglin looked over with a keen interest, as if he had suddenly discovered Jimo's shining point: "Your suggestion is rather interesting. Indeed, a competition has to be fair to be fun. Approved."

Jimo felt a bit strange inwardly—would this person be so kind?

With that, He Zhenglin beckoned to Huang Zhenghao.

Huang Zhenghao immediately walked quickly to He Zhenglin's side, lowering his head to listen as He Zhenglin said a few words.

The voice was too soft.

Jimo nearly twisted his neck off yet still couldn't hear it.

After giving his instructions, Huang Zhenghao left. He Zhenglin even turned his head to glance at Jimo, curling his lips in a half-smile.

Jimo didn't understand He Zhenglin very well yet; he would figure this smile out later when he came to his senses.

He knew that whenever He Zhenglin wore this smile for someone, that person was about to have terrible luck.

Jimo waited in place for quite a while before Huang Zhenghao finally returned, but he didn't return alone. A group of people followed behind him, yet in their overall temperament they differed vastly from the Red Team, hanging their heads and cowering, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

Huang Zhenghao cast a cold glance at Jimo and spoke up: "Young Master He, the people have been brought here."

He Zhenglin nodded at him.

Huang Zhenghao turned around: "To ensure the fairness of the competition, the nine special-class students behind me are joining the Blue Team. There are 10 people on each of the Red and Blue teams."

10:10.

It looked very fair.

Jimo was startled and turned to stare at those people, spotting the special-class students who had helped Jiang Wangshu deliver medicine that day among the group.

The staff member explained the rules from earlier once more, and upon hearing in particular that the losers would need to obey unconditionally and accept punishment, the special-class students turned paler and paler, looking at each other in dismay.

Someone mustered the courage to ask in a soft voice: "Can I choose not to participate?"

Huang Zhenghao let out a light sneer: "You should know that if you have this chance to participate in the match, it's thanks to Jimo fighting for it on your behalf."

As if afraid the special-class students wouldn't recognize him, Huang Zhenghao even pointed to the spot where Jimo was standing.

"Jimo is the one standing by the sofa. Open your eyes wide and look clearly; don't be ungrateful. Other people would love a chance to participate and don't even get one—you should thank Jimo. If it weren't for his kind-hearted suggestion, it would be impossible for you to appear here today."

A brief sentence emphasized his name three times.

Jimo's heart skipped a beat as he turned to look at the special-class students, and sure enough, he met a row of hateful gazes.

No, was this Huang Zhenghao out of his mind? He was framing him on purpose. When did he ever ask those special-class students to come?

Jimo frowned.

No, the true mastermind was the person sitting on the sofa.

He Zhenglin noticed Jimo's gaze, raised a hand to toast him, and without giving him a chance to explain, shouted:

"Showtime!"