We're Pests... Cough Cough, Beneficial Insects!

Honestly, no one could be blamed for overthinking it. Even Wang Shouqiang, when he had secretly returned last night and seen the Commanding Platform casually tossed outside, had not dared approach it.

It could be said that among all the contestants, Wang Shouqiang was one of the people who understood Bell's strength best. Naturally, he did not want to be badly injured and eliminated from the competition so early.

Although he had already earned 100 points and no longer needed to worry about going into the negatives, who would ever complain about having too many points?

What if he accidentally took first place? Who could say for sure, right?

So there was no way he was going to step into such an obvious "trap"!

"Bell, how about we take back the Commanding Platform?"

Hermione suggested hesitantly.

Just thinking about how the few dozen points they had painstakingly accumulated over several days might be deducted in the blink of an eye made her heart ache so badly that she had not slept well all night.

She could understand what Bell had said, and she more or less agreed with it. But rational understanding was nowhere near enough to erase her emotional reluctance.

After tossing and turning all night, she got up in the morning and saw that their banner was still there. Was she dreaming?

It was precisely because reality differed so vastly from her expectations that Hermione was overwhelmed with excitement for a moment.

"Why take that thing back? Just leave it there."

Bell curled his lip, completely unmoved.

It was not clothing that would be ruined by the rain. Just leave it there. If no one took it, they would gain points for free; if someone did take it, they would not lose out either.

Besides, faced with such