On the rooftop, the cool wind rustled through the silence.
Ren Ye stood blankly beside the parapet, as though deep in meditation.
"Click, click...!"
The hands of the clock on the building outside turned. It was already 23:27, leaving less than three minutes to submit the correct answer.
"Fuck."
Xiao Shuai was so anxious he was close to despair. He stared hollowly at Song Mingzhe, his heart pounding wildly.
Old Song leaned against the parapet, smoking with a calm expression as he studied them with a meaningful look.
It was over!
It was all over!
Only at this final hurdle had they discovered their investigation was wrong. That left absolutely no room for error.
Xiao Shuai had already greatly improved his ability to handle pressure in this Star Gate, but when it really came down to counting the seconds, he still panicked, his palms and soles drenched in sweat.
Calm down, calm down. I need to think carefully. Where exactly did things go wrong...?
Xiao Shuai clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay calm. Yet the instant his brain started thinking, his subconscious immediately "responded": Stop thinking. It's too chaotic. You're not fucking figuring this out...!
"Click!"
The hands turned. It was 23:28.
Xiao Shuai whipped his head around, sweat beading on his forehead, and asked in a trembling voice, "Bro, you said the timing was wrong. Where exactly was it wrong? Don't rush. Take your time thinking. Although we only have two minutes left, I really believe in you!"
"Even... even if you're wrong, it's fine. W-worst case, we just die. Don't put pressure on yourself. I'm with you." As he offered Ren Ye these words of comfort, his voice was trembling and his crotch was damp.
What made a smart person?!
It was knowing that you could not