This time, even Lou Shuyu stared at Song Yaoyao in disbelief.
Those twenty mathematics problems had been far from easy. How had that little brat gotten every single one right?
She had taken first place in every round. Did someone so talented truly exist in this world?
He had always prided himself on his intelligence, so how could he fall short of a mere little girl?
While Lou Shuyu was lamenting this, the final round-the poetry contest-began.
Honestly, this round left Song Yaoyao utterly speechless!
Writing poetry? She was hopeless at it!
Song Yaoyao muttered inwardly:
[Guagua, I'm really no good at this. What do I do?]
Guagua: [Serve it cold!
Host, don't tell me you've reached the final round and chickened out?
Since when did you become such a coward?
Have you forgotten that rotten bastard Lou Shuyu?...]
The moment Song Yaoyao heard Lou Shuyu's name, she hurriedly interrupted Guagua:
*[I get it.*
If I'm a monk for a day, I'll ring the bell for a day; if I'm a beast of burden for a day, I'll go wild for a day!
I'm the oldest steamed roll among the kings of the rat race!
*Guagua, just watch me!]*
Guagua knew that the mere mention of Lou Shuyu could turn its host from a delicate Sister Lin into someone capable of uprooting a weeping willow!
Guagua: [You can do it, Host!
Host, you're mighty!]
In truth, Song Yaoyao still had no confidence whatsoever.
A nervous drumbeat kept pounding in Song Yaoyao's heart:
*[Song Yaoyao, you can do this!*
*Come, storm! Ravage me to your heart's content! I, Song Yaoyao, am not afraid!]*
Listening to Song Yaoyao's thoughts, Guagua was speechless:
[Host, did all those Tang poems and Song verses you learned in your previous life end up in a dog's