mtl008 Chapter 46 is worse than submitting a blank paper.
Chapter 46 is worse than submitting a blank paper.
"A monkey wearing a hat... I guess it's a monkey taking a bath while wearing a hat?"
The idiom itself means something similar to "a beast in human clothing," but I'm not sure about its origin.
The audience scratched their heads in frustration, and the guests also racked their brains for ideas.
Cheng Baoni frowned, trying hard to recall any information about monkeys and hats, but to no avail.
She sighed deeply, craned her neck to look at Hao Jian, and saw his bewildered expression, which made her heart sink.
If she had known it would turn out this way, she shouldn't have dropped out of school in the first place.
Cheng Baoni racked her brains for a while, but finally lowered her head in frustration and gritted her teeth to give up.
Of course, her cunning eyes were still darting around, trying to glean answers from the Xuan paper on Zhong Zheyi's and Wu Xu's sides.
But after only one glance around, his view was blocked by the puppets around him.
The familiar mechanical female voice sounded again:
No wonder I always get caught copying from my classmates; it's so obvious!
[Haha, couldn't write it? He handed in a blank paper! He even tried to cheat. He deserved to lose points!]
Cheng Baoni's face flushed red, and she was about to argue when she felt a pain in her bottom. She immediately gave up, sat up obediently, and pretended to pick up a calligraphy brush to write.
However, she did not dip her brush in ink.
Zhong Zheyi remained calm. Although he was at a loss, he still wrote down the original meaning of the idiom.
Cheng Ai was also the one who actually put pen to paper. She was good at painting, especially ink painting, so her calligraphy was also quite good.
She had heard her senior classmates mention this question before, so after thinking about how to phrase it, she picked up her pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a long, flowing piece of paper.
Song Yifei majored in ballet and knew nothing about literature. She could only stare blankly, anxiously stamping her feet.
Wu Xu seemed to be in bad shape; he was sweating, his eyes were unfocused, and he appeared to be in a daze, as if he were sleepwalking.
[Laughing and crying, my expression during exams is exactly like Princess Feifei's.]
[Nobody knows the answer, Cheng Ai, what are you pretending for? Making things up is worse than submitting a blank paper! In team games, fitting in is the most important thing!]
[Are you kidding me? If no one answers correctly, the temperature will rise!]
Throughout history, sages and wise men have often been lonely; truly outstanding individuals have always been solitary and proud.
We live amidst bustling crowds; some stand out from the crowd, while others drift with the tide. But when the crowd disperses, only you are left to face the consequences.
Wow, wow, let's drink this bowl of toxic chicken soup first.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and an electronic voice came over the loudspeaker asking Zhong Zheyi to reveal his answer.
In an instant, the lenses of the three photographers all focused on him.
[It's so annoying! The constant switching between mechanical and electronic voices is driving me crazy!]
One person announces the scores, and the other sets the questions; their roles are clearly defined, which is perfectly normal and easy.
Zhong Zheyi held up a piece of Xuan paper, on which were only eight characters: "All show and no substance, ridiculous and laughable."
At the same time, the puppet numbered 1 raised its pointer and slapped it on his back with a "snap".
Zhong Zheyi threw down the Xuan paper with a muffled groan, his lips pressed into a tight line.
He was wearing a light gray shirt, the fabric of which was extremely thin. When he was whipped, his skin was immediately torn open and bleeding profusely.
[Holy crap? A real fight? Isn't that going too far?]
Oh my god! I feel so sorry for my brother, I really hope he doesn't get a scar!
Why isn't the "Night Emperor" doing anything about this blatant mistreatment of artists?
[You idiot director, just wait until you get a sack over your head!]
Netizens were venting their frustrations, and the radio was constantly urging Cheng Baoni to hurry up.
As soon as these words were spoken, the sentiment in the live stream shifted dramatically, with over 70% of the viewers instantly siding with the program team.
[Hopefully, puppet number 2 will put in some effort; it would be best if it could be killed!]
The girl's screams were extremely piercing; please gag her with a smelly sock before you do anything.
[Haha, you guys are ruthless! Why didn't you just blow her up with a bomb?]
With Zhong Zheyi as a cautionary tale, how could Cheng Baoni dare to reveal the answer so easily?
Being whipped is nothing, but if it hurts the baby, then it's a grave sin.
[Serves them right! They deserved to lose an extra point for disobeying!]
[It's just a blank paper, what's the big deal? Underachievers often get zero.]
Before Cheng Baoni could recover from the shock of the points deducted, the puppet beside her swung its long ruler and slammed it hard on her right shoulder.
"Ah ah ah..."
She screamed, quickly covering her sore spot, and looked up in terror, afraid of being hit again.
The puppet didn't continue its actions; it put away the ruler and stood quietly to the side, as if nothing had happened.
Cheng Baoni quickly looked at her wound and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it wasn't bleeding.
Seeing this, Hao Jian couldn't help but frown, inwardly cursing the puppet as a useless piece of trash.
It would have been so much better to hit her in the stomach, instead of going around in circles and hitting her shoulder, making him pray for nothing!
Hao Jian was very dissatisfied with the puppet's punishment of Cheng Baoni, and so were netizens.
[That's it? That's it? Holy crap! Are you kidding me?]
[That's not fair! Zheyi's clothes are all torn, but she's completely unharmed?]
[I'm begging the puppet to punch me a couple more times, otherwise I won't be able to vent my anger!]
Next was Wu Xu, who submitted a blank paper, was deducted 1 point, and was whipped once.
When it was Cheng Ai's turn, she calmly held both ends of the Xuan paper, lifted it slightly, and revealed densely packed tiny characters.
The font was so small and the number of characters so numerous that it was impossible to read what was written.
The three photographers did a great job, switching the camera to a close-up and capturing the entire sheet of rice paper clearly.
Cheng Ai uses the traditional writing style from right to left and from top to bottom. Her handwriting is elegant and beautiful, with a strong sense of antiquity, and also subtly reveals a touch of playfulness and liveliness, which is pleasing to the eye.
【Such beautiful handwriting, like a work of art.】
[No wonder the Best Actor Ye signed just some rookie; Cheng Ai is definitely talented!]
Being able to write calligraphy is nothing! Answering the first question correctly is the real skill!
[Hehe, if you're jealous, just say so. Why be so sour?]
Upon hearing the notification tone, the netizen who had just made sarcastic remarks immediately left the live stream, changed their nickname, re-entered, and showered the stream with compliments.
Other netizens didn't dwell on it either, because everyone was busy posting on social media.
Without exception, all the content was praise.
Cheng Ai was unaware of the sensation her answer sheet had caused. Just as she was about to put down the Xuan paper, Song Yifei snatched it away.
"Wow, the correct answer!" She held the paper, her eyes darting around, and exclaimed excitedly, "Let me read it for you, so our fans can learn something new."
Before Cheng Ai could refuse, Song Yifei rushed in front of the camera and read the words aloud.
Then, she carefully folded the Xuan paper and held it to her chest, asking with a smile, "Sister Xiao Ai, may I keep your calligraphy?"