Lin Ziwu was about to comfort the two of them when, amid the jolting ride, he caught sight of the score displayed over the right eye of Zhao Xing's Mechanical Sick Beast on Bamboo Horse.
"Wait, forty-two points?" Lin Ziwu thought he had seen wrong.
"What forty-two points?" Fang Chuan looked at Lin Ziwu. "Brother Lin, weren't you at forty-one?"
"No, I mean Brother Zhao." Lin Ziwu stared at Zhao Xing in shock.
"What?" Fang Chuan also looked toward the Mechanical Sick Beast, only to find that Zhao Xing really had scored forty-two.
"Brother Zhao, were you messing with us? You call this an average performance?"
"Huh? I did score forty-two, but that doesn't stop me from feeling I did only average." Zhao Xing froze for a moment, then asked, "What did you two get?"
"I got thirty-three. Even Lin Ten Thousand only got forty-one!"
Fang Chuan felt that he had performed average because, out of a total of forty-eight points, he had only scored thirty-three.
Zhao Xing felt that he had performed average because he had only scored forty-two. Six questions had been left blank, and he had not met his own expectation of skipping only four.
Lin Ziwu immediately understood. Zhao Xing had not been fooling them; he genuinely felt that way, because Lin Ziwu felt the same.
He was merely surprised that Zhao Xing's score was actually one point higher than his own.
"One of you got forty-two and the other got forty-one. That just makes me look stupid, huh." Fang Chuan sighed weakly.
When he had dragged Zhao Xing along with him down the mountain, he had harbored a few other thoughts.
Yet Zhao Xing was not only stronger than him, but had even scored one point higher than Lin Ziwu.
Where was the justice in