The Great Battle to Defend the Ballot Boxes

"Wait a second, who is this 1118?" Teacher Slaughter stared at the giant screen in front of him, his face full of deep confusion.

While he was asking that question, 1118 gained more than a hundred votes again and climbed several places.

The higher the ranking, the bigger the gaps between vote totals. So 1118 didn't shoot up as many places as before, but kept climbing steadily, a few places at a time.

Then Teacher Slaughter noticed another remarkable contestant appear on the leaderboard: contestant 1117.

Their story was just like 1118's. Their votes were increasing abnormally, though not as outrageously as 1118's. Each time, they gained only a few dozen votes, and the increases weren't as frequent.

If he weren't the host, Teacher Slaughter would have suspected those two had been handed a predetermined script.

Fortunately, contestants 1117 and 1118 were from Joyful Heaven Capital, and both had made it into the top fifty. That meant two more contestants would boost Teacher Slaughter's performance.

That worked in his favor.

Although Teacher Slaughter was puzzled, he didn't speak up to expose the abnormality.

But the others weren't blind. Some spectators and contestants had already noticed that those two rankings were suspicious.

"Why did 1118 and 1117 suddenly get so many more votes? They're still climbing, too."

"1118's votes are way too abnormal. Every time, a whole bunch get added at once. What's going on?"

The spectators buzzed with discussion, craning their necks to find the locations of the 1118 and 1117 ballot boxes.

The lower-class contestants were also keeping a close eye on the changing vote totals.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Why did I suddenly lose so many votes? I was in the thirties, but I just lost over two hundred votes. I'm about to fall out of the top