Chalk in hand, Jiang Nan gave it a casual glance. Rather than pick up the eraser and erase what Shen Anbai had written, he simply started writing beside Shen Anbai's solution.
That flashy move instantly darkened Shen Anbai's expression.
He held himself back for a long while, forcibly suppressing his anger.
Jiang Nan wrote just three lines of formulas, then calculated the answer in his head.
The answer was: 19438.
After arriving at that answer, Jiang Nan froze for a few seconds, then looked toward the camera beside him. After a few seconds of thought, he asked, "Isn't your production team downright vicious?"
Everyone in the control room: "..."
The assistant director said, "Good grief, he actually solved it."
Another assistant director said, "Is there any chance he guessed?"
The chief director said, "It doesn't matter whether he guessed or solved it."
What mattered was that they now had their entertainment.
The livestream viewers were laughing themselves to death.
[Hahahahaha, this is my first time seeing someone insult people with numbers.]
[You're a damn bitch, hahahahahaha.]
[I don't know whether his answer is right, but between his answer and Shen Anbai's, I'm choosing this one, hahahaha.]
[I'm backing this answer too. After all, everyone knows the Boundless Dreamscape production team are real jerks.]
With that, Jiang Nan tossed aside the chalk and casually dusted off his hands.
Now the choice between the two answers lay with the five guests.
Li Xueying instantly felt immense pressure. She swallowed, cautiously checking Shen Anbai's expression, then Jiang Nan's.
Shen Anbai stood with his arms crossed, saying nothing.
Jiang Nan, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm.
"So, which answer should we enter?" Li Xueying asked cautiously again.
[What an awkward, mortifying situation.]
[Aaah, this is so awkward. If I were Li Xueying, I'd seriously want to move to Mars.]
[Okay, but Shen Anbai graduated from a top university, at least. Jiang Nan graduated from a junior college. Isn't it obvious whose answer they should choose?]
[Why are they hesitating???? Jiang Nan couldn't even do four-digit multiplication and division before.]
[As the ancients said, after three days apart, you must look at a scholar with fresh eyes. Did you feed our ancestors' words to the dogs?]
[You're all discussing this, but am I the only one shipping Jiang Nan and Luo Hang? The romantic tension and push-and-pull of getting back together is seriously god-tier.]
[Help, the romantic battlefield I imagined never happened. Why do I feel like Luo Hang barely pays Shen Anbai any attention?]
[As a devoted Luo Hang fan, let me say this: he and Shen Anbai really aren't close. That dancing clearly just showed his professional skills. It doesn't mean he likes Shen Anbai. (Smile)]
[As devoted Luo Hang fans, we'd like to say our boy only wants to become the ultimate boy-group powerhouse, not be tied to anyone. We also hope certain people's fans can stand on their own instead of latching onto others.]
Naturally, Shen Anbai's fans weren't pleased to hear Luo Hang's fans say that.
For a while, the livestream comments turned into a war between the two sides' solo stans.
The guests, who were still filming, knew nothing about it.
Li Xueying turned a hopeful gaze toward Qiu Wen.
Qiu Wen was panicking too.
She could only look at Luo Hang.
The corner of Luo Hang's mouth twitched. He paused for a few seconds, then said, "I think Jiang Nan's answer is probably right."
Shen Anbai chuckled. "I think Jiang Nan's answer is right too. Then let's enter that one."
It was obvious that Jiang Nan's answer had to be wrong.
How could a junior college graduate possibly solve a competition-level problem like this?
Entering it would be perfect-one more embarrassing moment on record.
Jiang Nan guessed what he was scheming and secretly complained to 771: [See? See? That little green tea isn't just a green tea. He's full of nasty schemes too.]
771 folded his arms, his expression steady and composed. [You make a very good point.]
Jiang Nan: "..."
He said nothing more, simply extending his index finger to enter the five-digit code.
For a moment, everyone in the control room, everyone in the livestream, and the other four guests all watched Jiang Nan's finger.
1, 9, 4, 3, 8... The numbers were entered one after another...
Finally, a chime rang out.
Shen Anbai's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the unlocked combination lock.
H-how was that possible?
How could he possibly have unlocked it?
Luo Hang frowned and asked Jiang Nan, "Have you really been possessed?"
Exasperated, Jiang Nan said, "Will you give it a rest? You've asked the same question several times."
Luo Hang: "..."
The livestream fell deathly silent.
[I was the blind fool who looked down on him. Little Immortal Nan could actually solve it?]
[Why aren't Shen Anbai's fans barking anymore? Why aren't you barking?]
[Say something, Shen Anbai fans.]
Jiang Nan took out the key, and the five of them made their way to the classroom at the far end of the corridor without trouble.
Once they unlocked the classroom, the inside looked like a storage room.
There were basketballs, volleyballs, shuttlecocks, treadmills, flutes, a piano... things like that.
But everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, as though someone had left it all unused.
Sharp-eyed, Jiang Nan spotted a note on top of the piano and walked over.
A short line had been written on it in black gel ink.
-It destroyed my curiosity about the world, then tried to make me a useful person.
Reading this, Jiang Nan had a rough idea of why the students had become zombies.
Afterward, they found more evidence, one piece after another.
The final segment was a group vote.
Everyone went to the conference room the production team had prepared especially for them.
The conference room was brightly lit, while the guests still looked just as disheveled.
Only after sitting down did Jiang Nan see Shen Xingli.
After a nap, the guy had recovered all his energy.
His school uniform was draped over his shoulders, and the smile on his lips was somewhat charming. "Long time no see."
He sat down right beside Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan secretly told 771: [Here he goes again. He just wants to hit on me.]
771 was practically speechless. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he asked: [What does he even see in you?]
Jiang Nan huffed. [I'm so devastatingly handsome. Of course he's been bewitched by my beauty.]
771: [...As long as you're happy.]
After saying that, he muted himself.
The host came out to move things along, and everyone ultimately agreed that exam-oriented education was what had turned the students into zombies.
"So, do you think exam-oriented education is a bad thing?"
The host directed that question at Jiang Nan.
The question was far too sensitive, and far too vicious.
One wrong answer could put Jiang Nan on the trending searches in a second.
After all, students had always been an enormous demographic and a major force on the internet.
Jiang Nan silently complained to 7871: [This old geezer just wants to see me make a fool of myself.]
After complaining, he instantly turned serious again. "I don't think exam-oriented education can be described as either a good thing or a bad thing. It came into being for a reason, and it made it possible for the rare occurrence of a child from a poor family rising to prominence to become reality. Most importantly, when I was in my teens, it gave me a direction to work toward."
Jiang Nan deeply cherished having the opportunity to study.
At the very least, it had been a pillar of his life for a very long time.