"I won't forget what you forgot." Feng Bujue replied lazily, reclining in his chair.

"Hoh hoh hoh... well then..." Mr. You snapped his fingers, and the operating table in front of Feng Bujue, along with the seat he was sitting on, began to move forward. Both were connected to the floor below, but as they moved, the black and white checkered floor seemed to disappear and reappear like a virtual projection, completely unaffected.

"The second round is... multiple choice." Mr. You said. "The rules for this round are that players will come forward one by one to answer questions. Each person can answer a maximum of seven questions, and a minimum of one question." He once again pulled out a stack of question cards from his pocket, the pattern on the back of the cards was the same as in the first round. "After I read the question, the player can select the answer using the buttons on the operating table. Once confirmed and pressed, the answer cannot be changed."

Feng Bujue said, "If you get one question wrong, you can't continue answering?"

"That's right, and the mysterious advantage you gained in the first round is..." Mr. You paused again at the crucial moment, and a rapid drumbeat sounded, like the soundtrack during the final jump of a trapeze artist in a circus, "...you can choose to skip a question and get bonus points at any time during the second round."

"Is the person with the lowest score still going to the arena in this round?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Hehe... the second round..." Mr. You said with a sinister smile, "will be determined by the player with the highest score at the end of this round, who can arbitrarily designate one person to enter the arena."

"I see." Feng Bujue said, "I understand, let's begin."

"Okay, please listen to the first question..." Mr. You said, holding the question card, "The score for this question... is ten points. Please answer... Einstein's birthday is... A, March 13th; B, March 14th; C, March 15th; D, April 13th." After asking the question, he turned his face to the camera, "We all know that the second round is a very critical round. If a player can answer all seven questions correctly, they will very likely establish a huge scoring advantage..."

Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds with a blank expression, then interrupted Mr. You, "I want to skip this question and get bonus points."

The audience erupted in an uproar.

Mr. You smiled and said, "Really? Player Number One, you want to use this opportunity on the first question? You should know that the questions later on will only get harder."

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied very calmly.

"Hehe... bonus points!" Mr. You burned the question card in his hand, and the score displayed in front of Feng Bujue's operating table changed to 60 points.

"Next... the score for the second question is twenty points, correct answer adds twenty points, wrong answer, naturally deducts twenty points." Mr. You smiled and said, "Player Number One, please tell me why you would use this advantage so decisively? Players who have participated in our show before would try to save this opportunity for later questions."

"Because I don't know the answer to this question." Feng Bujue replied.

"Why not guess? It's just a ten-point question." Mr. You asked.

Feng Bujue replied, "This is a very simple math problem. Let's assume I don't know any of the answers to these questions. If I guess randomly on the first question, getting it right would give me 60 points, and getting it wrong would give me 40 points. But now, getting it right would give me 80 points, and getting it wrong... has the same result as getting the first question wrong, 40 points.

"The probability is the same at 25%, the risk is the same, but the potential gains are higher, so of course I would use this opportunity to make sure I get to the second question." He paused. "Besides... what if I know the answer to the second question? Then I wouldn't need to guess."

Mr. You was a little stunned by what he said. The audience was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in applause and cheers.

"Hoo... haha, Player Number One seems very calm even when he can't answer a question." Mr. You said with a smile.

The audience laughed.

"It's called using the rules wisely, let's continue." Feng Bujue rested his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.

"Okay, Player Number One, starting from the second question, you can choose to answer or not answer..." Mr. You pushed up his small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at Feng Bujue, "According to your theory just now, even if you're guessing, you'll give it a try, right?"

"Of course." Feng Bujue replied.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said, looking at the question card, "On April 30, 1943, a historically famous deception began, namely 'Operation Mincemeat'. Please answer, the... real name... of the corpse disguised as a Royal Navy Major, is... A, William Martin; B, Samuel Jackson; C, Glyndwr Michael; D, Charlie Sheen."

Without hesitation, Feng Bujue pressed the C button.

Mr. You said, "Player Number One, once the answer is pressed, it cannot be changed."

"Ah, I know." Feng Bujue replied.

Tense background music sounded again, and Mr. You looked at the camera with a solemn expression, "The correct answer is..."

"Why are you making a face like you're constipated... B and D are both actors' names, so you can eliminate them directly. And isn't William Martin the fabricated identity in Operation Mincemeat? Even if you don't know about Operation Mincemeat, if you had to guess between A and C, you'd pick the name that sounds more like a real name..." Feng Bujue said.

"Player Number One." Mr. You turned his face over unhappily, "Why don't you host the show?"

"Sure, let's switch places, I guarantee I'll send you to the arena." Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh? That's interesting. If Mr. You goes to the arena, let's pick one of the three of us to be the executioner." Plague, sitting in the guest seat, revealed an amused smile.

Arrogance actually seconded the idea: "Good idea."

"You just want me to die!" Mr. You said, "Don't change the subject, I'm announcing the answer!"

"It's C, isn't it?" The audience booed, acting like they had already been spoiled.

"Okay... since everyone already knows." Mr. You perked up again, "The answer is correct! Add twenty points!" The score displayed in front of Feng Bujue's operating table immediately changed to eighty.

"Hmm... it seems this question was not difficult at all for Player Number One." Mr. You waved his hand and burned the question card, "However, the next question... is worth forty points." He deliberately paused for a few seconds, and the camera lens also focused on Feng Bujue, but Jue-ge didn't have much of a reaction.

"Now, do you regret using that power to skip a question, Player Number One?" Mr. You asked at the right time.

"So... does that mean the score for each subsequent question will double?" Feng Bujue ignored Fatty You and said to himself.

"Hoh hoh hoh... who knows?" Mr. You also gave a vague answer.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, answering the other party's previous question, "If you think you'll regret it, then don't do it. If you do it, then don't regret it."

Mr. You whistled, and the cameraman gave him and Feng Bujue a close-up at the same time: "So... Player Number One, do you want to answer this third question?"

"Answer." Feng Bujue said.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said, looking at the question card, "Which of the following is not... Qi Tiandi's (a character) technique? A, Divine Flame; B, Divine Light; C, Divine Hand; D, Divine Judgment."

This question was somewhat misleading. Most of Qi Tiandi's techniques started with "Divine," and Feng Bujue couldn't come up with the answer right away. He needed to search carefully in the attic of his memory.

"Players don't need to rush. There is no time limit in the second round, but generally speaking, if you still can't figure it out after three to five minutes, I will count down from ten and let you choose an answer at random." After Mr. You finished speaking, he turned his face to the center of the stage, "Why don't we take advantage of Player Number One's thinking time and ask the other players what they think of Player Number One's prospects in this round. Of course, if you guys know the answer, don't try to hint at him, otherwise he will be directly deducted points and eliminated." He turned to Xiao Tan, "Player Number Two, what question do you think Player Number One can answer up to?"

Xiao Tan was looking down silently at his left hand. For the time being, there were no obvious changes in his hand. When Mr. You asked him a question, he replied without raising his head, "I don't know, but I have confidence in Jue-ge. He should be able to answer all of them, right?"

"Player Number Two, Player Number One is currently in the lead. If he can answer all the questions correctly, then the highest score in the second round will be decided in advance. What if he chooses you to go to the arena?" Mr. You threw out a rather difficult question to answer.

"Huh?" Xiao Tan raised his head and looked at Mr. You. "Then I'll go. If Jue-ge chooses me to go, it means that's the most reasonable thing to do, right?"

"Hehe... it seems Player Number Two trusts Player Number One's wit very much." Mr. You commented, and then turned to Si Yu, "So... may I ask, *********ass." Si Yu didn't even let Mr. You finish his sentence and directly responded in a way that said, "I can't be bothered with you."

"Uh..." Fatty You smiled awkwardly and turned to Bei Ling, "Then... Player Number Four, do you have anything to say?"

"Leader, if you can really answer all the questions correctly, then choose Xiao Tan to go in." These words were directed at Feng Bujue, but Bei Ling cast a malicious smile at Xiao Tan.

"What did I do?" Xiao Tan looked innocent.

"If you lose your left hand and have no luck with women, then you can only depend on your right hand for the rest of your life..." Feng Bujue actually spat out a remark in a weak tone at this time. Judging from his calm demeanor, he probably already had the answer.

Mr. You's eyes lit up and said, "Oh, Player Number One, that's a very interesting sentence. Can I quote it in the future?"

"Whatever..." Feng Bujue said, "I've already chosen, let's announce the answer."

Mr. You bent down and glanced at the answer on the front of Operating Table Number One. Feng Bujue pressed the D button.

"Okay, Player Number One's answer is D, Divine Judgment..." Mr. You started his usual hosting tricks again, not finishing the whole sentence, pausing for as long as he could at every crucial point, "...this answer..."