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Chapter 371 - 372 Question 9 Difficult to Correct_1

Chapter 371: Chapter 372 Question 9 Difficult to Correct_1

Well, when the evaluation came to an end, even Elder Gu couldn’t help but crack a joke.

Hearing this, many people couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

"I’m truly relieved," the female host had by this time come to her senses.

It was then she realized she had taken things for granted, and seeing Elder Gu sit back down, she said with a smile, "Thank you, thank you for Elder Gu’s critique. Also, we want to congratulate the first contestant, congratulations on advancing successfully."

"Thank you." Although he knew his couplet was indisputable, it was only after receiving confirmation of his advancement that the middle-aged contestant truly relaxed.

It was nerve-wracking, truly nerve-wracking.

Under the gaze of so many people, he felt as if it was hardly different from going to war.

Finally having advanced successfully, the middle-aged contestant stood up and then returned to his original spot.

Following that, the second contestant stepped up.

Since there was also a time limit for answering, the pace of the finals was quite fast.

Soon it was Zhou Ziyu’s turn.

To tell the truth, Zhou Ziyu wasn’t actually very familiar with couplets, and the response he had given earlier was thanks to Li Changlin’s help.

Now taking the stage, he was also extremely anxious and nervous.

When the host called out his number, Zhou Ziyu looked so miserable. Helpless, he glanced at Li Changlin.

In such a finale, there was no way to help Zhou Ziyu, and Li Changlin was also powerless to assist.

With no other option, he could only shrug his shoulders to indicate his inability to help.

Zhou Ziyu was quite embarrassed, honestly, it was super frustrating.

This was probably what they meant by pushing a duck onto a perch. After the host called his name several times, Zhou Ziyu knew he couldn’t drag it out any longer, so he slowly stood up and walked towards the center of the stage.

"Eh, it’s just a little kid!"

"Damn, this guy must have sneaked in earlier!"

"A little kid joining the couplet selection, I wonder where he gets his confidence!"

Seeing Zhou Ziyu take the stage, many people couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Please take a seat." The two hosts were slightly taken aback, not expecting the contestant to be a youth.

But fortunately, the hosts were quite experienced, so they quickly regained their composure and promptly invited Zhou Ziyu to sit down.

After sitting down, Zhou Ziyu let out a deep breath.

To be honest, he was really nervous. He had never participated in any similar event before!

So anxious. If he couldn’t answer in a moment, he feared he would be mocked like the few before him!

There had been eight people before Zhou Ziyu, and among them, three failed to answer within the allotted time, losing their right to compete.

Soon enough, with the host’s command, the drummer standing by the stage started beating the big drum again.

The thumping of the drum resonated as the drummer struck it vigorously.

However, Zhou Ziyu didn’t stir at all; he was like a statue, truly worrisome to behold!

"This guy, he might not be up to it!"

"He’s just a little kid, probably too nervous."

"Still, not bad, at least he made it past the preliminary round."

"That’s right, the questions from the audition just now were very difficult, if that kid managed to answer them, it means he’s got some real skills."

Above and below the stage, people were abuzz, pointing fingers and making comments about Zhou Ziyu.

"What’s going on with this guy?" Watching this scene, Li Changlin also furrowed his brow slightly.

Although he had only recently become acquainted with Zhou Ziyu, the boy was nonetheless his fan.

So seeing Zhou Ziyu embarrass himself, Li Changlin also felt a bit uncomfortable.

"He’s probably too nervous." Beside him, Qian Ziwei whispered, "Husband, remind him quickly, look, the drummer has been waiting for quite a while now."

A few minutes had already passed, but Zhou Ziyu still hadn’t called a stop.

So seeing this situation, Qian Ziwei guessed that Zhou Ziyu might have spaced out.

As soon as Li Changlin heard this, he thought it might be the case, so he immediately stood up, "Zhou Ziyu, what are you doing, haven’t you forgotten about Little Meng Mei!"

Okay, his voice thundered across everyone and although it startled them, it also woke Zhou Ziyu up.

"Ah, stop, stop quickly." Snapping back to reality, Zhou Ziyu hastily raised his hand and called out.

"Pfft!"

"Haha..."

"This is hilarious."

"I’m dying of laughter."

Seeing Zhou Ziyu’s silly appearance, many in the crowd could not help but burst into laughter.

Luckily, the drummer finally stopped, the number above his head displayed nine.

"The ninth question, let’s see how lucky this little friend is." The female host stepped forward, walked to the edge of the stage to take the ninth wooden plaque, and then flipped it over to read, "When the ninety-nine elixirs are present, exactly three rows of thirty-three form, please answer."

"When the ninety-nine elixirs are present, exactly three rows of thirty-three form, this first line sounds so difficult!" After hearing the first line called out by the female host, even Li Changlin was taken aback.

This first line seemed to reference some allusion, but Li Changlin couldn’t recall it at the moment.

However, considering the style of the words, and the presence of the character for elixir, Li Changlin thought the allusion probably wasn’t from modern times.

Anyway, since it wasn’t his turn to compete, he didn’t need to worry about these things; if Zhou Ziyu couldn’t answer, he couldn’t answer, it wouldn’t mean losing anything.

Each contestant had five minutes to answer, and this wasn’t a very long time to begin with, not to mention the pressure from all the eyes watching.

Zhou Ziyu was still an underage teen and moreover, he had never been exposed to the tradition of New Year’s couplets.

So, as time passed without any clue, he naturally failed this challenge.

Once he failed, it meant losing the chance to continue competing, and upon hearing the male host’s announcement, Zhou Ziyu suddenly lost all his energy as if he were an eggplant hit by frost.

Annoyed, he stood up and left the center of the stage, returning to his original spot, "Brother Changlin, you have to help me!"

Having lost the chance to continue in the competition, Zhou Ziyu pinned all his hopes on Li Changlin.

Seeing this, Li Changlin also felt deeply frustrated.

However, since he had promised to help Zhou Ziyu, he naturally would do his best.

Convinced that with the help of the Divine Tycoon Development System, dealing with New Year’s couplets wouldn’t be a problem, Li Changlin nodded vigorously.

"The tenth contestant, please." Soon, the female host continued to call out numbers, and it was naturally Li Changlin’s turn.

"Go, husband, and bring home the first place!" Seeing him stand up, Qian Ziwei quickly waved her hands to encourage him and raised her phone, signaling that she would be livestreaming the whole event.

Li Changlin nodded and stepped toward the center of the stage.