"Of course... Since it is a special question with double points, it will naturally be more difficult. Please listen to the question..." Mr. You raised the question card and said: "Green Lantern... everyone must know it..." He glanced at

Camera: "Their green light energy source is 'willpower'." He looked up at Feng Bujue and said: "In the DC universe, the green light represents willpower, so... what do the lights of other colors represent?

Please name at least four, and the timer starts!"

It was impossible for Feng Bujue to be stumped by this kind of question. Even if it wasn't to collect writing materials, he had read a lot out of interest. So at this moment, he just recalled it briefly, and then answered: "Well...

…I’ll put it in order by color. Red light means anger; orange light means greed; yellow light means fear; green light means willpower; green light means sympathy; blue light means hope; purple light means love. There is also a black light.

, represents death.”

The whole place was silent. Mr. You looked at the answer in his hand and was silent for a few seconds. Then he suddenly said in a quick and decisive tone: "Absolutely correct!"

The audience burst into a wave of applause second only to the opening scene.

"Contestant No. 1 is really knowledgeable. After three questions, he has already scored 40 points, while the other three players have zero points after two rounds. Contestant No. 1 is basically invincible." Mr. You explained,

He turned his head and looked at the guest seats: "What do the three guests think of the performance of contestant No. 1?"

After the camera focused on the guest seat, the arrogant lady actually spoke for the first time today. She only said two words: "Dead house." After saying that, she turned her head again and snorted coldly.

Plague slumped on the seat, holding his cheek with his bony hands. The skin on his hands was so white that it was almost transparent, and you could see the blood vessels under the skin. This posture made his appearance even more sick and haggard: "Speaking of which...

…Why isn’t there a color that represents the plague…”

The cameraman (a translucent ghost) turned the lens to Hephaestus again. This guy's comment was still inexplicable: "Tch...it's just some lanterns and rings that collect free energy. I want to mass-produce such things."

If so, as long as the number of Cyclops peons is enough..."

"Okay, thank you three for your comments." Mr. You took over the topic before the guy could finish his words, and said to Xiao Tan: "Contestant No. 2, please listen to the tenth question." He burned the last question.

He opened a question card and said to the next one: "Please use English and spell it accurately - phenylketonuria. The timer starts."

As soon as the ticking sound effect started playing, Mr. You turned around and interacted with the audience: "As we all know, in English, medical terminology is a very troublesome part. Those long and difficult to remember..."

"Phenylketonuria, pku for short." Xiao Tan replied, and then he spelled the whole word letter by letter.

Mr. You was stunned for a few seconds. He raised his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with the hand holding the microphone, opened his small eyes, and carefully confirmed the answer on the question card: "Yeah... correct!"

Xiaotan's score increased to ten points, and the audience applauded.

"It seems that this question just asks about the professional field of the second player, or is he particularly good at English?" Mr. You commented.

"This is actually quite simple..." Before Xiao Tan finished speaking, Mr. You raised his voice and said, "Then... next..."

Mr. You turned to Xiyu again: "Contestant No. 3, now only you and Contestant No. 4 have zero points. This question is very critical."

"Oh." Xiyu responded calmly, looking at his attitude, it seemed to say "it's not a big deal."

"Please listen to the question..." Mr. You brought the new question card to his eyes, took a look at it, and said, "Please tell me, what does the chemical formula that appears on the screen represent? The timer starts!" He said, like rain.

The same chemical formula appeared on the small screen on the operating table and on the large screen at the scene: c6h12o6.

"Glucose." Xiyu thought for a moment and then replied.

"Correct!" Mr. You said.

The audience cheered again.

"It seems that our players are very good. Will the suspense be left until the last lap? Or will it end at the next question?" Mr. You turned to the direction of Bei Ling.

"Hey! Does this mean that I will be minus ten points after answering this question?" Bei Lingxu glared at Fatty You: "Even if it really turns out to be minus ten points, I still have a chance in the next round, right?

.”

"Haha... I say this because..." Fatty You raised the next question card in his hand: "This twelfth question is another special question."

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You read to the question card: "Please name three players who won the title of European Footballer in the 20th century. Full names are not required, but... the nationalities of the three cannot be repeated.

Timing begins!"

Sad Ling pouted again, with a troubled expression on his face.

"This question about the sports world may be very simple for male players. I think if the No. 1 or No. 2 player draws, the twenty points will be the same as the gift. Unfortunately, it is our female player.

I was asked this question." Mr. You said, reminding: "There are thirty seconds left."

"Beckenbauer, Platini." Sadling actually said two of them.

"So far...correct." Mr. You said: "It's very interesting...the two mentioned by player No. 4 are not only outstanding players, but also later served as officials."

"Ronaldo!" Sad Spirit seemed to suddenly remember the name, and then said.

"Player No. 4, may I ask...why do you think a Brazilian has won the European Footballer of the Year?" Mr. You asked with a smile.

"Huh? Is this a Brazilian?" Sadling asked.

"Uh...since you don't know him, why did you answer this name?" Mr. You said.

"Because in my impression, many football players have this name, so I thought... maybe one of them will be better than Mr. So-and-so." Sadling replied.

"Well..." Mr. You said, "Okay, no matter what, the answer to this question is... correct!"

The audience applauded, and Bei Ling's score suddenly reached twenty.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, and all audiences regardless of gender..." Mr. You said emotionally: "This is the first round, and there are only four questions left. Let's take a look at the four questions.

The score of each player."

"Contestant No. 1 is far ahead with 40 points. Contestant No. 2 has 10 points and still looks quite nervous. Contestant No. 3, who is calm, also has 10 points. And Contestant No. 4, relying on his lucky performance on special questions, has already

Twenty minutes." Following Mr. You's explanation, the camera showed the four people one by one.

"Then...if nothing goes wrong, the contestants who enter the arena will be selected from the three contestants No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4." Mr. You began to incite the atmosphere and said loudly: "Now, please hold your breath and concentrate.

Entering the last four questions of the first round!”

He turned to Feng Bujue and picked up the question card: "This question..." He paused deliberately: "It's not a special question."

"You mean, it doesn't matter even if I answer wrong, right?" Feng Bujue said.

"That's right, but I want to remind you that the player with the highest score at the end of each round will get a mysterious advantage." Mr. You made a "one" gesture with the hand holding the card and spoke.

The tone is very suggestive.

"Is there an advantage..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "Anyway...you should ask first."

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said: "Excuse me...'There is meaning in it, and the will is immortal. Do you know the mystery of the will and its power? God is a great will that pervades all things with its single-mindedness.

.If a mortal does not have the flaw of weak will, he will never surrender to the angels, nor to the god of death.'" He paused at this point: "Who said the above words? The timer starts!"

"Hmph...it's the last circle after all. This problem is very insidious..." Feng Bujue sneered. Judging from his attitude, he seemed to be confident: "At the beginning of the article "Ligeia", the author quoted Joseph Ge.

Ranveer’s words cater to the central idea of ​​the entire article.”

"Then your answer is Joseph..." Mr. You just started.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "But!" He pointed at Fatty You with his finger: "But... the author of "Ligeia" is Edgar Allan Poe. This drunkard cannot be credulous." He said with a smile.

: "Granville is a famous theist, and Poe took a fancy to this... In fact, the passage just now was written by Poe himself. He made up these few lines, and then put a dash and wrote

The inclusion of Granville's name makes others think that he is quoting an ancestor's work, but in fact...it is Poe's handwriting."

Mr. You said: "So...what is your answer?"

"There is no doubt about it. Edgar Allan Poe." Feng Bujue said.

"Exactly!" Mr. You waved his hand and burned the question card. The audience burst into applause and cheers again.

"Huh..." Mr. You breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Contestant No. 1 answered all four questions in the first round correctly, including a special question. The current fifty points are enough for him to get the first place."

He turned to Xiao Tan: "Then what will be the fate of the second player?"

Xiao Tan was already covered in cold sweat and laughed dryly: "Hehe...hehe...I'm ready to go to that arena..."

"Really...hohoho..." Mr. You said with a smile: "But the questions in the last round are indeed more difficult, so...please listen to the questions!" He looked at the questions and said: "We all know...

There is a fictional character named Kick-Ass. When he takes off his superhero costume, he is a student. What is the name of this student, please?" Mr. You put down the question card and looked at the child.

He sighed: "The timer starts!"

Xiaotan was stunned after hearing the question. He is a person who can't hide things in his heart. It can be seen from the expression on his face... that he doesn't know the answer at all.

"Hmm..." Xiaotan has watched the entire series of this movie, more than once, but can't remember the name of the protagonist.

"There are still thirty seconds." Mr. You reminded him and said sarcastically to the audience: "Ah, I can see from the look on Contestant No. 1's face that he knows the answer. It's a pity that this question is not asked by him.

Come and answer.”

The sound effects of dripping towers and dripping towers kept coming, and Xiao Tan had no clue at all.

"Fifteen seconds left." Mr. You reported again.

"Okay, I don't know." Xiaotan couldn't stand the tense atmosphere anymore, and gave up before the time was up.

There were boos from the audience.

"Unfortunately, the score of contestant No. 2 has returned to zero again, which is currently the lowest score." Mr. You said, and then came to Xiyu's console: "Contestant No. 3, as long as you answer this question correctly, you will be safe.

, and as long as contestant No. 4 does not encounter the special question again, even if she answers wrongly, the result will not change. It can be said that...this fifteenth question will most likely determine the result of the first round."

"Oh." Xiyu's reaction was exactly the same as the previous one.
To be continued...