“Current game failure, surviving players 5, now entering the ninth round of ‘The Frog’s Golden Ball.’ Please prepare, everyone. One-minute countdown begins, 59, 58…”

Everyone looked at Bai Youwei.

Under the pressure of everyone’s gaze, Bai Youwei raised her head. She showed neither guilt nor shame, speaking with a tone that was frank and even somewhat proud: “Flip the snail next to Teacher Cheng upside down in place.”

Tan Xiao froze. “…It’s that simple?”

“Yes, so simple.” Bai Youwei looked at him mockingly. “Calculating the ball’s trajectory from among 163 snails to find the necessary point—how can you not do something so simple?”

Tan Xiao awkwardly pulled at the corner of his mouth.

What trajectory, what necessary point—he found it somewhat bewildering.

But Teacher Cheng had a sudden realization: “So that’s it! The ball rebounds too many times, so calculating the landing point requires too much computation. But we can calculate the necessary point!”

Tan Xiao was excited: “Old man! Can you calculate it?”

Cheng Weicai covered his mouth: “Ahem, I teach Chinese…”

Tan Xiao: “…”

Houzi walked to the snail, his face still wearing that unnatural smile, his eyes frighteningly bright.

“Let’s try.” He couldn’t wait to reach out and grab the snail.

Tan Xiao hesitated for a moment, then also went over to help with a constipated expression.

Moving a snail stuck in the mud was very difficult, but if it was just flipping it upside down in place, with several people working together, it wasn’t too troublesome.

Shen Mo looked down at Bai Youwei beside him and asked: “How confident are you?”

Bai Youwei didn’t look at him. Her eyes gazed flatly at Tan Xiao and Houzi ahead, her tone emotionless: “Seventy or eighty percent.”

Shen Mo felt somewhat stifled.

After feeling stuffy for a while, he warned her: “Don’t do this next time.”

Bai Youwei raised an eyebrow and looked at him sideways. “Don’t do what?”

Shen Mo: “…”

He found that her wicked streak had emerged again, and not only wicked but especially twisted.

“For that kind of person, there’s no need to stake your own life.” Shen Mo said in a heavy voice.

Bai Youwei pulled up the corner of her mouth in a soundless smile. “The one who staked his life wasn’t me, it was Zhang Hua. I have you protecting me, Teacher Cheng has Tan Xiao looking after him. Those two thugs look like brothers, but they’re actually selfish creatures who could turn on each other at any time. Zhang Hua saw this clearly, so he kept watching them, thinking at least one of them would die to fill the frog’s belly. Unfortunately, he encountered a supervisor who changed the rules at will. Tadpoles replaced the frog, and Zhang Hua died too early.”

Shen Mo felt his brain beginning to throb. His brow furrowed even deeper. “If it weren’t for the rules changing, you would never have revealed the clearing method, would you?”

“Correct.” Bai Youwei nodded calmly, her face indifferent. “I have no interest in being a savior. Besides, this game has been trying every means to make people die. If I save them, I’m openly opposing the game. What good does that do me?”

Shen Mo’s heart flared with anger, but he held back from speaking.

But Bai Youwei looked up at him, her mouth curled in a provocative sneer: “What’s wrong? Do you think I’m selfish, or do you think I’m vicious? Shen Mo, let me teach you something—poverty makes people humble, suffering makes people mean, and someone like me who happens to be a rich young lady who encountered misfortune is not only mean but also cold-blooded. My greatest pleasure is seeing others more unfortunate than me! Do you understand now?”

Shen Mo took a deep breath. “I understand.”

After a few seconds of pause, he said: “Your brain is sick.”

Bai Youwei froze, her expression changing immediately. “You’re cursing me?!”

Shen Mo thought, yes, cursing you is light. If you were under my command, a beating wouldn’t be too severe either.

But the golden ball’s countdown interrupted their conversation—

“…3… 2… 1, game, begin!”

Boom!