The frog had exited early, but the golden ball hadn’t yet appeared.

Cheng Weicai tirelessly listed one formula after another, muttering: “Initial angle approximately 45 degrees, after collision rebounds to the stone wall, here approximately… 120 degrees, bouncing downward to the right, 60 degrees… No, that’s wrong. The angle of incidence and angle of reflection form an isosceles triangle. Only this way can we determine the ball’s trajectory after rebounding… No, that’s also wrong. This situation applies to a flat rectangle, but now it’s a cone. What’s the formula for a cone…”

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead. His raised right hand kept trembling. Teacher Cheng’s face grew paler and paler.

He suddenly hated himself—why was he a Chinese teacher?

If he were a math teacher, perhaps at this moment he could find a solution, save himself, and save everyone trapped here!

Chinese teachers weren’t inferior to math teachers, but of all times! Of all times, at a moment like this…

Plop.

His hand lost strength, and the fountain pen slipped into the mud.

He immediately bent down to pick it up.

“Stop calculating.” Shen Mo spoke indifferently. “The golden ball rebounds more than 60 times each round. If we want to find the landing point by deducing each movement path, it requires massive calculations. There’s no computer here, no paper or pen, and not enough time. It can’t be calculated.”

Moreover, Cheng Weicai was just a Chinese teacher, not skilled in mathematics.

Shen Mo didn’t say this aloud, but everyone present understood it in their hearts.

“Next round, we kill the frog.” Shen Mo gripped his knife, the blade slowly grinding against the shell. “Anyone who wants to help should prepare well.”

As his words fell, everyone’s expressions varied.

Tan Xiao looked troubled and苦脸, seemingly pondering how he could help empty-handed.

Teacher Cheng looked utterly defeated, sinking into deep self-reproach.

Hui Ge and Houzi had gloomy expressions, unwilling to oppose the giant frog but also unwilling to sit and wait for death.

Interestingly, Zhang Hua had emerged from his shell, his gaze dark as he stared at Hui Ge and Houzi.

And Bai Youwei…

Bai Youwei was also watching Hui Ge and Houzi.

Shen Mo took in all these people’s expressions, and an indescribable restless frustration rose from the bottom of his heart. He suppressed his emotions and asked Bai Youwei in a flat tone: “What are you looking at?”

Bai Youwei came back to herself and looked up. “Oh, nothing.”

After a few seconds, seeing Shen Mo still staring at her, she spoke: “I’m just a bit worried. You facing that monster alone is very dangerous.”

Shen Mo thought of something, his thin lips pressing into a tight line. After a moment he said: “It’s not that dangerous. It has blood and flesh—much easier to deal with than guns and cannons.”

He carried Bai Youwei back to the shell.

The golden ball also happened to emerge at this moment.

“Current game failure, surviving players 7, now entering the eighth round of ‘The Frog’s Golden Ball’…”

Having recited the repetitive lines too many times, even the golden ball was starting to feel bored. After bouncing, it yawned continuously, complaining: “The frog still isn’t working hard enough. It only ate one fatty. Aiya aiya aiya, looks like I’ll have to think of a way—”

Everyone’s hearts immediately tensed, then heard the golden ball speak again:

“Frog go home, tadpoles looking for mother—Frog go home, tadpoles looking for mother—”

The ground beneath their feet trembled again, waves of mud rippling!

That giant monster seemed about to sweep back!

Yet it also seemed different.

This time there were more, and denser!

Black tadpoles suddenly tumbled out of the muddy water! Densely packed, each one as large as a bathtub!

They excitedly swayed their tails, their mouths full of horny teeth wide open, drilling straight into those snails!

Shen Mo chopped one dead with a single stroke, then at maximum speed pulled Bai Youwei out of the shell! Scooping her up by the waist, he placed her on top of the snail!

Bai Youwei’s face was pale, but her eyes kept looking elsewhere. Shen Mo followed her gaze and glimpsed Hui Ge and Houzi fleeing in panic.

In an instant, the tension threatening their lives and the suspicion he’d suppressed for so long all turned into rage!

He grabbed Bai Youwei’s neck with one hand, asking through gritted teeth: “You knew how to clear the game all along, didn’t you?!”