Chapter 65 (Part 1)

*** Sorry previous chapter wouldn't let me edit/type so some edits still needed to be done. I'll try and get it sorted.*****

Compared with the surprises of other groups, Zhong Youyou's group is the most dramatic group. And this also led to the rematch in the audience ratings in this game time period far surpassing other time periods. The ratings determine many issues, and the follow-up attention needless to say.

At this time, not only the 19th class, the players, and the host of this group were shocked by the final result, and the other audiences in front of the screen were all amused by the twists and turns all the way.

Internet broadcast barrage flashed by one after another:

"This girl wearing a raccoon headgear really has two brushes, hahaha, I'm so happy."

"It's really awesome, they're completely crushed."

"I've been betting on her since the preliminary round. I saw that she didn't have much movement just now, and I was quite nervous for her. Hehe-Hehe, it seems that I didn't bet the wrong person."

The second match ended very quickly, especially the Zhong Youyou group, which ended without dispute. With so many cameras and so many spectators, Qiaolan looked around dryly, not knowing how she finally got off the stage.

She returned to the waiting room, sat down on the chair, and firmly grasped the armrest.

She gritted her teeth and regretted it this time. She was already strong enough, but how could she fail in the girl's hands? God knows how that girl could solve the three questions in just ten minutes!

The self-confidence and arrogance that Qiaolan had built for a long time was completely defeated at that moment.

She thought of all the preparations she had made for this competition program for so long, all of which had fallen short. Since then, she has stopped outside the top 20. She has a sore nose and almost wanted to cry.

Knowing this would be the result, she shouldn't have that breath at the beginning, shouldn't choose the group QYXLW!

Change her to any group, she dares to say that she has done the hardest question, and she can make it into the top 20 in the country! She has to blame herself for this, why is she so arrogant?

Coming out with Na Qiaolan, and the other four people in Zhong Youyou's group, all of them glanced at each other, and their faces were all grey.

I have to say that in front of so many audiences, solving such difficult questions is indeed a test of psychological quality and painstaking brainpower. After all, the attention is very concentrated. Just after the previous one, their brains were very painful at this time, and their temples throbbed suddenly.

One of the boys was not so good in mental quality. He was about to lose his feet and walked to the side with his legs vacantly and sat down.

"Forget it." He smiled bitterly: "It's true that we are not as skilled as others. It's not bad to be able to touch the top 20 in the country."

"But the girl was too strong just now, how could she have done all three questions in ten minutes? It's not a human being unless she already knows the question..."

"Quickly stop talking nonsense!" Another boy with a dark face stood by with his arms folded, and said: "This kind of national competition program, you think people are covering the sky with the black market boss, how can you know the topic in advance? Stop making excuses for your failure."

The boy sighed before, buried his head, and stopped talking.

Both of them are the pride of the locals. It is not difficult for them to admit failure, but for them to admit such a completely crushed failure, they really can't accept it.

Na Qiaolan's mind buzzed at the media reporters outside the waiting room, and the complacency before the competition turned into frustration at this moment.

Before participating in this program, she had rehearsed in her mind a hundred times, and when she reached the top 20 in the country or even won the championship, she walked out of the gate, how to speak to media reporters and how to speak to the TV. The audience teaches the learning experience, how to hold back the excitement and pretend to lift the weight lightly... But now, everything is in vain.

Zhong Youyou was the last to walk out of the live studio stage.

She was wearing a hood, she was a little hot, and she was sweating a lot to concentrate on solving the problem, and she fanned it with her hand.

After a while, Xiao Zhao hurried over with a cold drink and asked excitedly: "Miss Zhong, how is it?"

"Of course, it's okay." Zhong Youyou smiled, thinking that the semi-final is finally over, and she can go back to see Qin Yao. She is in a good mood: "You can help me with the headgear, it's so heavy."

"Okay." Xiao Zhao quickly put down the things in his hands and helped her hold the headgear.

Zhong Youyou walked next to Xiao Zhao, holding a cold drink, Xiao Zhao helped her hold her headgear as he walked to the underground parking lot.

"..." This scene fell in the eyes of Na Qiaolan and the same group of people named Sunshan, which made people feel very complicated.

They were as frustrated as if they were being splashed with cold water, they almost didn't cry with a headache, and the number one in Province Z was actually still focusing on holding on to their headgear? Can you give a little respect to the defeated opponents?

Zhong Youyou finished the competition here, but the class 19 students were still immersed in the aftermath of the climax just now, and they hadn't recovered for a long time. It was as if they had watched a fierce World Cup, watching their favorite players take turns to win the championship, they were all extremely excited.

"Zhong Youyou is really amazing! Fuck, I can't believe it, Zhong Youyou in our class?"

"I'm thinking now when Lao Li knows that the national player is Zhong Youyou, what expression will he show?"

The classmates couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha Lao Li will know sooner or later, and I won't be scared to death by then."

Shi Yimeng sat on the table in the last row of the classroom, stepped lazily on the chair of the classmate in front of him, slid his hands in both pockets, and smiled, but this time he was extraordinarily quiet.

The classmates only think that the class tyrant has become quieter and quieter recently. Not only does he stop fighting and making trouble, but he also doesn't quarrel with a group of people in shooting games. And since the last month's test scores were good, now he has put on his school uniform in a proper manner, really dressed like a good student.

Under his influence, the boys in the back row who mingled with him on weekdays also changed a lot.

You can't stop without stopping, the dragons have no leader, and no one takes the lead in doing bad things.

The people who take the lead have gone to study, can they do it together?

School is over now, the classmates watched the live broadcast of the semi-finals, and they were still in the classroom. Naturally, Li Dongping had already gone home to accompany his wife and children. Just as there was a lively discussion in the class, a yellow light flashed outside suddenly, it seemed that the guard was coming with a flashlight.

"Shit" Shi Yimeng immediately jumped off the table.

He turned off the projector and TV.

"Is there someone in Class 19?" The guard shouted outside, "Who?! You can't stay in school after school!"

In order to watch the live broadcast of the rematch, two-thirds of the entire class did not leave after school. After seeing this for a while, they even forgot the time.

The people in the class suddenly became nervous and jumped off the table and fled in all directions.

The guard over there had rushed over from the front corridor, and someone yelled at Shi Yimeng suddenly: "Brother Shi, if the guard catches someone, our whole class will have to go to the playground to leapfrog tomorrow!"

Shi Yimeng gave a helpless look at the group of people in the class, rushed to the front door, dragged a table, blocked the door, and pushed the guard who was about to reach halfway back to the door.

"Oh, my head!" The guard banged his forehead and said angrily: "What are you bastards doing? Write down all your names for me!"

But where does anyone listen to him? The 19th class took the opportunity and ran away in a swarm. They slipped to the playground and saw the guard fail to catch up. Then they panted and stopped, jokingly, hooking their shoulders and leaving from the school gate.

After all, the doorman is a middle-aged uncle, and he is not physically strong enough to catch up to any one of them.

Ren Zian was also rare to mix in this wave of people who stayed to watch the live broadcast. He looked at the smiling students around him and suddenly couldn't help but raise his mouth and smile.

This is the first time.

Although the previous 19th class was not too chaotic, it was indeed a class with little sense of collective honor. Everyone had poor grades and was called a bad class outside. Naturally, he felt resentful. He was embarrassed to say he was from Mingde Class 19 when he went out.

In the second year of high school, Li Dongping suggested group activities, but no one participated at all. Those with poor grades were considered meaningless activities to delay their own games, and those with good grades were too immersed in study.

But now something seems to have changed and become different.

Maybe Zhong Youyou didn't realize how much cohesion she gave this class.