Zhang Xiaosheng nodded: "That's right. Tanmo performed well in the first round, but at the end of it, she could not have mastered the direction of the second round so well."

No one can do it.

"Xiaoou, last round, I was ashamed, and this round is up to you." Lin Zhenhui gritted his teeth and said, "It's not just me that was ashamed, but I also made our big guys, our school, also be ashamed. I admit it. The responsibility lies with me, and I will not shirk it. But this round, how can she make me lose face, you can return it! Be sure to tear off the face of Tanmo and step on it! Please! !"

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at Lin Zhenhui and said to Zhao Xiaoou: "Zhenhui’s words are a bit more hostile. But what he meant is actually what I meant. The first time we lost such a big face, we must return it. Otherwise, both Sorry for the hard work we have put into this game these days."

Zhao Xiaoou nodded with a calm face: "I know."

She turned to look at Tan Mo, her expression not much better.

She really didn't like a person who made them lose such a big face.

Especially before the game, everyone acquiesced in this game and their Huada team would win.

As a result, we encountered such a Waterloo in the first round.

Zhao Xiaoou took a deep breath, calmed his face, walked to Lin Zhenhui's original position, and stood behind the answering table.

Zhao Xiaoou turned to look at Tanmo.

Tan Mo noticed her gaze and turned to Zhao Xiaoou with a sweet and innocent smile.

Zhao Xiaoou snorted coldly.

Tan Mo's pretending to be cute may be effective for those boys, but not for her.

"You performed well in the last round." Zhao Xiaoou said lightly.

Tan Mo squinted and smiled: "Thank you sister."

Zhao Xiaoou: "..."

Ah!

Really annoying!

Tan Mo knew from a glance that Zhao Xiaoou hated her behavior.

Since Zhao Xiaoou hates her, then she should behave more!

Zhao Xiaoou, the most annoyed, shook his responder's hand.

"Do you have confidence in this round of competition?" Zhao Xiaoou asked with a faint smile.

Usually, the last round of performance is so good, it can be said to be a complete victory, there will be some pride.

No matter how stable people are, they will have a little bit.

Not to mention, Tan Mo looked young, and Lin Zhenhui lost such a big face in the last game.

Now I am afraid that I am going to be proud of it!

It's precisely because of her mentality that she can talk about her words well.

It should be able to talk about the level of ink.

At least she can figure out what she has mastered in the second round.

"It's okay." Tan Mo smiled, "I don't usually learn this aspect."

The main thing is that you can do it, you don't need to learn.

Professor Gu said it himself.

Professor Gu told her not to learn, she would not learn.

Professor Gu's words are reliable.

Zhao Xiaoou: "..."

Shouldn't it be proud?

Tan Mo doesn't seem to be proud after a big victory.

For a while, Zhao Xiaoou was not sure whether Tanmo's words were true or false.

Is it really mediocre, or is it fake and humble with her?

Zhao Xiaoou couldn't figure out the truth and futility of Tanmo, so he had to save Lin Zhenhui a bit of face first.

She smiled faintly: "In the last round, Senior Brother Lin underestimated the enemy and failed to fully display his strength."

Who knows, as soon as he said this, Tan Mo's eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Xiaoou had a bad feeling in her heart.

There must be something wrong!

Immediately afterwards, Tan Mo was surprised and said, "But before the last round of competition, Brother Lin said he would do his best!"

Tan Mo tilted his head and thought distressed: "He tried his best, but he got a negative point..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Mo hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he had only realized that he had accidentally leaked his mouth.

Zhao Xiaoou couldn't believe it, and his lungs exploded.

Where did Beijing University find such a weird thing, it's utterly broken!

Tan Mona opened the hand covering his mouth and said a little eagerly: "Senior Brother Lin must have not tried his best, of course."

Tan Mo also focused his head.

The more I want to cover up this taste.

Zhao Xiaoou was breathing deeply with anger.

How can she pick this up?

Just talk about Mo's attitude, everyone knows that she is against her will.

I have to boast about Mo's kindness and take the initiative to find Lin Zhenhui a step down!

If she said that Lin Zhenhui did his best, then he still lost so miserably, it would be really shameful.

But if Lin Zhenhui didn't try his best, it would appear that they were too shameless and made excuses for losing the game.

It's not right anyway!

Zhao Xiaoou couldn't hear him on stage, but the contestants area was next to the auditorium and heard the audience's discussion.

"Why are Brother Lin and Sister Zhao doing this? If you lose, you lose, and you have to force Tanmo. This is too..."

"This is our home court. Even if they are unhappy, pretend to be generous. Don't let people make a joke when they spread out?"

The audience is not only the students of the University of China.

There are also students from Beijing University who came here specially.

Although the number of students is a little bit smaller than that of the students of Hua University, everyone is sitting together, and it is still a bit small.

"Why are the people at Huada like this? Is there such a bully?"

"Tan Mo was bullied, and it's really difficult to find them a step down."

There are also some Hua University students, although they support the Hua University team, they can't help feeling that Tan Mo is pitiful.

Zhao Xiaoou gave a cold snort and stopped talking to Tan Mo.

But she did not speak, but Tan Mo refused to let her go.

"Senior Sister Zhao, will you do your best this round?" Tan Mo asked.

Zhao Xiaoou: "..."

How can she answer these words!

Say no?

But this is a game, don't you try your best?

Say yes?

But what if you lose?

Zhao Xiaoou didn't realize that she had already begun to be timid before the game started.

I have already thought of the problem of losing.

Zhao Xiaoou didn't answer at all, when he didn't hear it.

Tan Mo smiled and didn't care.

At this time, the host opened his mouth: "In the second round of the competition, the test is for annotations from ancient documents."

"Start the countdown to the first question."

As the word "1" just came out on the screen, the screen flickered.

"Chang!"

Everyone: "..."

Moderator: "Jingda contestant, please answer."

Tan Mo looked at the title that just appeared on the screen: "Choose B."

"The answer is correct." The host said, "Jingda adds 1 point. The countdown to the second question begins."

Next, the host, several professors, the players in the contest area, and the audience in the auditorium.

I heard the sound of "Qiang! Cang! Cang! Cang!"

Their heads are full of "Qiangqiang" sounds now.

Although the students at the scene did not rush to other places to see the scene in previous years, they also watched it through live webcast.

Never before has the frequency of "Qiang" been so fast, and so even and rhythmic.

Countdown 10 seconds before the question appeared, the "clang" sound immediately sounded, and then the answer was immediately followed.