Chapter 183 - 183: Required Question-1

"Well, you won't tell Sophia the answers to the questions, will you?"

Louie looked helpless, "I wish. But… do you think I can do that?"

The audience laughed again. Everyone knew Sophia, the top student among Internet celebrities (although fans of KAP did not admit it). How could she need Louie's help?

Clarence had been worried that Louie would not perform well for the first time on a variety show. He was thinking of how to help him, but he didn't expect that Louie was doing much better than he thought, so he was relieved.

"Well, please have a seat, handsome boy! Now, let's have today's contestants." Clarence said, reaching out in the direction of the door. "Please!"

The music sounded, and the lights were focused on the door. The door opened slowly, and the contestants came out one by one.

First came Ada, who waved at the audience with what she thought was the most beautiful smile.

Unfortunately, people just applauded politely.

The rest of the contestants walked out in turn and waved to the audience. The audience had received instructions from the director group, so they clapped their hands with cooperation.

Sophia was the seventh to come out. The moment she showed up, there was great excitement. Some of the audience couldn't help standing up. It was full of thunderous applause. Some people were shouting, "Sophia! Sophia! Sophia!"

Ada couldn't help but glance at Sophia. It was just a quiz show. Why was it like a fan meeting?

It made her upset.

Sophia was startled and almost withdrew. She paused before walking out the door and waving to the audience.

There was no light inside, and when she walked out of the door, the audience noticed the strange coat on her and burst into laughter.

"That's… a hamster?"

"Ha-ah… Sophia's coat is so funny. Aren't all clothes sponsored?"

"What brand is it? Which brand can make clothes like this?"

***

Sophia had expected such a result, and she was desperate. But what could she do?

At this point, Clarence asked everyone to take their seats and introduce themselves.

Ada was number one, and she was the first to say, "Hello, everyone. I'm Ada. I'm an anchor. I like all kinds of knowledge and I am very interested in learning. I usually read when I'm free."

She spoke for a while until Clarence had to interrupt her, "Well, our number one, Ada!"

The applause from the audience was sparse, and everyone was getting impatient.

Molly whispered, "Why is she so verbose?"

Carol smiled and said, "I remember a girl talked a lot like her when she ran for the monitor with me."

"So, you won!"

When it was Sophia's turn, she said, "Hello, I'm Sophia. I'm from..."

Before she could finish, the audience burst into another burst of applause that almost brought the whole studio down.

Sophia must hire these people. They might perform so excited that they cried later. Ada thought.

Backstage, Albert came out of Director Newman's office and saw Eddie walking toward him.

"That coat… you designed it, right? If the designer had designed the rubbish, he would have lost his job," Eddie jeered at him. "Only Sophia could stand such ugly clothes. Your taste is really weird."

Albert frowned. He has always been confident about his taste. He designed clothes himself this time to give Sophia the most beautiful clothes.

He just wanted to give her the best.

But he had just found that the audience thought the coat was ugly, and it turned out that he was not good at designing clothes.

He tried, but he seemed to have done something wrong.

If Sophia had refused, saying she didn't want to wear it, he wouldn't have insisted on it. But she didn't say no.

Was she afraid of hurting him? She was always considerate of others. But, she didn't know he designed those clothes, did she?

Although he had some remorse in his heart and wanted to make it right, it did not mean that an outsider like Eddie could come over and accuse him.

"It's none of your business," said Albert coldly, walking to the audience.

Eddie caught up and said behind him, "We're alone here. I want to talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk about with you." Albert frowned.

"You're a playboy," Eddie said in a cold tone. "You get close to Sophia. What do you want? With your intelligence, I don't think you can play with her affections."

Albert stopped, "You investigate me?"

With a smile, Eddie said, "Yeah. Since you get that fucking detective to investigate me, why can't I do that to you? You pursued professor Sophia as an assistant in Glinton University before, and then she died… Now you pursue this Sophia. Do you..."

He stared into Albert's eyes. "…see her as a substitute? If she knew this, do you think she would talk to you again?"

Albert said unhappily, "It's my own business, I don't need to talk to you. You…"

He paused and said slowly, "If you have any dissatisfaction with me, come at me. Don't hurt her. Don't even think about it. Or I will destroy the Patton Group!"

"Oh? Really?" Eddie laughed brazenly. "I'm waiting for you."

Albert ignored him and went straight to the audience.

***

The game had just begun when Albert was back in his seat.

Molly looked at him and asked, "What took you so long to go to the bathroom? The show's on."

When Clarence announced the start of the test, the words "Required Questions" appeared on the screen.

He explained, "The first round is 'Required Questions.' At the end of this round, two contestants will be eliminated. Twenty questions will be displayed on the screen. The right answer means gaining one point, while the wrong answer means no point. Please write your answers on the answer board within the given time. Start now."

The first question appeared on the screen: who were the four misers?

The prescribed time was two minutes. As soon as the question came out, all the contestants started writing.

For Sophia, it was a piece of cake. She wrote the answer on the answer board: Shylock, Harpagon, Eugenie Grandet, and Pushkin.

Time was up, and everyone stopped writing and showed their answer boards.

Of the eight contestants, the only one did not complete the answer. According to the rules, even a small mistake meant no score.

Then the second question became more difficult: Who invented the Arabic numerals?