In each round of the competition, everyone knew there was one single rule: the questions increased in difficulty, so each one was harder than the one before.
Now it was the last question, so of course it must be the hardest one.
He was scared. If he answered it incorrectly, he would lose points. He would have a negative score.
Question ten was about to be displayed on the screen.
The countdown began:
Three!
Two!
One!
CLANG!
Zhang Xiaosheng couldn't comprehend why there was suddenly an eerie silence that swept across the entire room.
And, one second later, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.
"Zhang Xiaosheng! Zhang Xiaosheng!"
Zhang Xiaosheng stood there stupidly.
The students from Jixia Academy were all chanting his name.
"Jixia Academy, please give us your response." The host prompted him.
Zhang Xiaosheng looked around. The CLANG! just now was of his own doing.
