Everyone looked bewildered at first, then began frowning in thought, picking up their whiteboards to write and sketch.
Sweat was already running down He Jianing's face.
Wasn't this supposed to be fucking classical poetry? How had it turned into a math problem?
Luckily, they were competing in teams.
He turned to Fu Yunxi, his face full of hope.
"Yunxi, you..."
"Quiet, let me think. This looks like a high school math problem. I should be able to solve it."
Chewing on his pen, Fu Yunxi first wrote "Solution," as though making up his mind...
Before long, everyone raised their whiteboards.
The director looked around and nodded slightly.
"The correct answer is y=13x-8. Everyone except He Jianing got it right. Each of the four teams gets one point."
Fu Yunxi jumped for joy.
"I knew I worked it out right! Hahahahaha!"
Xie Lin glanced at him.
"Are you really that proud of solving a high school math problem?"
Fu Yunxi's laughter cut off abruptly, and he stared at him resentfully.
"Next question: recite the entire 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng.' One team at a time, from left to right..."
[I just finished fucking practice questions and wanted to relax with a dating show, and you're putting me through this again?]
[Excuse me? Isn't this a dating show? (Death stare)]
[Pull this again and I'll mail you razor blades!!!]
[Bicycle kick plus whirlwind shadowless kick! Fucking production crew, go die!]
He Jianing relaxed. Finally, something he was good at.
But then-the other three teams all recited it too?
So infuriating!
The director's mouth twitched. Taking a deep breath, he confidently picked up the question card again.
"Who knew our dating show guests had so many hidden talents? Now, listen to the final question:
Which element do leguminous plants living in