"Current game failed, five players remain alive. We're now entering the ninth round of 'Frog's Golden Ball'. Please prepare yourselves; the countdown begins in one minute. 59, 58..."
Everyone was looking at Bai Youwei.
Under the pressure of their gazes, Bai Youwei raised her head. She was neither afraid nor ashamed, standing strong with a bit of pride in her voice. "Overturn that snail next to Teacher Chang," she said.
Tan Xiao was stunned. "...Just like that?"
"Yes, that simple." Bai Youwei sneered at him, "Calculating the obligatory points in the ball's traveling route from one hundred and sixty-three snails - how come you don't know how simple it is?"
A corner of Tan Xiao's mouth twitched awkwardly.
What trajectory? What obligatory point? He was slightly perplexed.
But Teacher Chang finally got it. "I see! The ball bounces too many times, so calculating its landing spot is too complex. But we can calculate the obligatory point!"
