"I want help from the audience..." Song Yishi said awkwardly.
The host, however, felt even more awkward than Song Yishi. "Miss Song, you only have one chance to ask for assistance from the audience. You've already used it up."
"Then… I… don't know." Song Yishi wasn't well-versed in ancient Chinese poetry, with the exception of the most popular ones like 'Hoeing Millet in the Midday Heat', or 'Bright Moonlight Before My Bed'... (TL Note: these are simple Chinese ones that even elementary school kids in China can recite fluently)
She was clueless of niche poems like the one she was just asked.
"The correct answer is-- 'the river, after all, flows eastwards into the sea'."
As Huo Mian stated the right answer, the audience erupted into loud applause...
After ten questions, Huo Mian had gotten all of hers correct.
Song Yishi, on the other hand, only managed to get one correct, and it was only because she sought assistance from the audience.
