Guan Yu felt heartbroken about her slow realization.
It’s a pity the director wouldn’t let her change it, otherwise she would definitely rena herself to Guan Zhong Baizai·Taowu Taotie Yuzhuan·Monroe’s Sparkling Tearful Eyes.
Can’t write it down, can’t even pronounce it, humph.
The director just watched them cheat, chat, and laugh without intervening, only glancing at the ti, and then started the countdown.
"Five—four—three—two—one, okay, ti’s up for morization."
As soon as he finished, soone covered the whiteboard with a black cloth and took it away.
Everyone didn’t even react before it was already gone.
Guan Yu’s attention shifted from Mu Qiu, and she quickly exclaid, "Wait, wait! I haven’t morized it clearly yet!"
Shi Yuhuai put down the stylus and seriously accused him, "You read your five seconds in just two seconds."
Director: "There’s never much preparation ti in life; hardships and surprises arrive unexpectedly and suddenly."
"...Director, have you been reading too much motivational stuff lately?"
The director turned his head arrogantly, ignoring them, and moved up the smart screen that could project the wristband interface, saying:
"Since everyone has already morized it, let’s reveal each person’s corresponding conversation direction and ti limit based on their seat selection."
Without giving them ti to react, actions were swift and neat as the seating model instantly popped up on the screen.
A long rectangle in the middle represented the long pool, and nine squares on both sides represented their nine seats. Whichever square the director’s hand brushed over, it would shake a little, teasingly ready to flip over.
"First, let’s reveal the first person."
The few people confused by the director’s actions hurriedly straightened up to watch.
Guan Yu: "Suddenly going so fast, director, do you have another engagent to hurry to?"
Shu Ran: "Are you afraid we’ll see too clearly? I still have two more to rember!"
Wei Yi: "Aren’t these right under the seats?"
Li Yang: "I wasted several minutes just flipping my chair over to check."
Qiu Shuang: "I hope it’s sothing I understand a little and with a shorter ti limit."
Mu Qiu: "Director, if you need to use the restroom, just go. No need to rush like this."
The director pretended to be completely deaf, not looking at the screen, casually pointed a finger.
The screen made a rustling sound, the middle square shook and flipped over, winning-like, as a voice announced the content: "Congratulations Jiang Lu, you have won a Youthful Pain Literature direction, with a six-minute ti limit package!"
Jiang Lu’s smile froze on his lips.
"...What kind of literature?"
Cheng Zhirang helpfully repeated: "Youthful Pain Literature."
Mu Qiu also helped clarify: "It’s about stories where young people date and break up."
But compared to general romance stories, these often feature underage protagonists, sotis involving going abroad, pregnancy, abortion, and ultimately, a complete downfall.
"Didn’t Brother Jiang Lu read these stories when studying before?" Qiu Shuang stifled a laugh.
Jiang Lu stiffly shook his head.
With ti to read these, why not create your own love story?
Guan Yu couldn’t hold it in, bursting into laughter, throwing her head back and smacking her thigh.
"Hahahahaha! Program team, you’re too an to make Brother Jiang Lu talk about this stuff! Shouldn’t this kind of story be discussed by soone with a pen na like Mu Qiu’s?!"
Mu Qiu remained unruffled: "Please don’t cue Zi Lenghuan falling for ..."
"Stop, don’t finish that na, it’s a bit gross."
Mu Qiu pouted.
Their giggling continued, while Jiang Lu, the person involved, had no idea what to say, as if deductions were imminent, yet he was helpless, unable even to cram so ready-made knowledge.
Youthful Pain Literature...is indeed quite painful.
"Okay," the director tapped the whiteboard, halting so guests from continuing their idle chatter, "next, let’s reveal the second person."
Again, he casually pointed, a square wobbled, flipped over, and emitted a cheerful rustle as if announcing a win.
"Congratulations Shi Yuhuai! You’ve won an Ancient Astronomy, with a five-minute ti limit package!"
Eight heads turned simultaneously to look at Shi Yuhuai.
He was surprisingly calm, only reacting after half a minute: "What is Ancient Astronomy?"
Guan Yu speechlessly pondered, then said, "Maybe...do you know dostic astrology?"
Shi Yuhuai looked down at her: "Why would I need to know astrology?"
Guan Yu felt a pang in her heart: "...True, even a single zodiac sign can’t describe your straight-man symptoms."
Compared to Guan Yu’s speechlessness, Mu Qiu and the other three were gleeful.
Having an opponent with such a difficult topic was like having the difficulty lowered for them. Ancient Astronomy, even checking comnts might not yield answers, and Shi Yuhuai’s five minutes would be tough to endure, a great chance for him to lose points!
Moreover, he was mute, he could only write, not speak!
Just thinking about it made them want to burst out laughing.
Shi Yuhuai glanced at them, still expressionless, as if he didn’t find it difficult, radiating a ’I’ve got this in the bag if I cheat’ aura, even taking the ti to reassure Guan Yu and Wei Yi.
"Difficulty is relative, there should be harder ones."
Wei Yi looked at him admiringly: "Brother Huai, so this is your confidence."
Guan Yu: "If you can’t even understand the question, there’s truly nothing to fear."
Li Yang: "Hahahahahahahaha!"
He laughed loudly, and the director mischievously tapped his seat, and the screen’s square flipped, interrupting his laughter.
"Congratulations Li Yang! You’ve won a Foreign Modern Poetry Literature, with a six-minute ti limit package!"
Li Yang’s laughter halted abruptly, almost choking: "...What? Foreign Modern Poetry Literature?!"
Shouldn’t Foreign Literature be for Victor Tolstoyevsky Yi?! He was supposed to get Ancient Poetry Direction! All those ancient poems he morized can’t be used even once?!
Mu Qiu held his forehead and sighed.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha I told you! Being too cocky always cos back to bite!" Guan Yu laughed heartily, returning his previous ridicule wholesale.
Shu Ran also joined with mockery from the opposing ally: "So can we now witness Li Yang composing poetry in English on the spot?"
Cheng Zhirang watched them talk, smiling gently: "Did An Jian end up writing foreign poetry in the end?"
Li Yang held his head in frustration, lanting.
"My English isn’t good enough to write poetry!"
Guan Yu: "That’s exactly what we want, you can’t do it. Tsk, the three people revealed so far are all not quite normal."
The Island writing Youthful Pain Literature, Fenrir, who doesn’t chew bones to bits, writing Ancient Astronomy, now An Jian writing Foreign Poetry, none fit their pen nas.
Oh no, perhaps the Island fits better, interpreting Jiang Lu’s pen na with Youthful Pain Literature—an isolated island trapped in the vast ocean, so lancholic, so profound, definitely in the style of Youthful Pain.
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