Lin Yuan hadn't figured out the answer yet, but Xia Zheng had already tightly grabbed her hand and was pulling her toward the young man who was tallying answers beside the stage.
"Hey, hey, do you know the answer? Just running there, what if you're wrong?" Pulled by Xia Zheng, Lin Yuan's mind was filled with why they were heading there, and she had no mind left to think about the answer.
Xia Zheng chuckled, "I know, I know."
The young man tallying answers had just opened his notebook when he felt a gust of wind blow past him. Then, with a whoosh, a note flew in front of him, and before he could see the face of the person giving him the note, he only heard a voice in the wind.
"Yeah!"
The young man's face was lined with confusion, not understanding why there was a cry accompanying the flying note.
But when he opened the note and saw the character written on it, he finally realized that the sound he heard wasn't a cry of "yeah," but the answer "press!"
"How..."
