Life is a Game

"I'm sorry, audience, because one of the contestants has some physical condition, so the game needs to be suspended." The host quickly picked up the microphone and started to save the field.

At the same time, the live broadcast of the game was also suspended, temporarily inserting advertisements.

The countdown on the background display stopped at 13 minutes and 57 seconds. Wu Minqi squatted on the ground and asked Jiang Feng if he could stand up again. The staff went to the auditorium to ask if anyone was a doctor. He was taken aback by this sudden situation.

Jiang Feng was actually not dizzy. Thousands of system prompts sounded in his mind at the same time. He didn't hear anything clearly, only heard a huge noise, which exploded rapidly in his mind like a zigzagging lightning. There was a muffled thunder in his ear.

"No, it's okay, I'm just a little dizzy, my eyes are a little blurry, I'll be fine after sitting for a while." Jiang Feng stood up and sat on the ground with difficulty. He felt that someone had punched him hard on the head just now. Is upside down, tinnitus all the time.

This shit game, he will complain about it one day!

"Son, how are you doing!" Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang ran over from the auditorium.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just fainted and fell into a daze just now. It's fine. Just take a rest." Jiang Feng said.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for getting: Lie (Advanced)."

Jiang Feng: ...

Is it his hallucination? Why do you feel that this shit game has become more and more rampant after this update?

"Damn it, you scared us to death!" Jiang Jiankang was in shock.

Meanwhile, staff located an emergency doctor in the auditorium.

The doctor gave Jiang Feng a rough check and found nothing wrong, and he didn't talk too much, saying that if they were worried, they could go to the hospital for a more detailed check.

"No, no, no, I'll take a two-minute rest." In fact, Jiang Feng didn't feel dizzy anymore, and his tinnitus was also over. He stood up from the ground and patted the spice and seasoning powder on his body.

The whole bowl was spilled just now, Jiang Feng asked the staff to bring him another bowl.

After a few more minutes, everyone saw that Jiang Feng was fine, so they went back to their jobs and the game continued.

"Everyone, welcome back. The game was suspended for a few minutes just now due to some unexpected circumstances at the scene. Now the game will continue." The host said.

Jiang Feng quietly looked at the new bowl of spice seasoning powder and the little vegetable juice left in front of him.

[A bowl of mixture consisting of star anise, angelica, pepper, lemongrass, peppermint, mint, cumin, cinnamon sticks, licorice, perilla, peppercorns, grass fruit, galangal, tangerine peel, comfrey and salt]

[A cup of vegetable juice mixed with pepper, tomato, pumpkin, white radish, onion, carrot, loofah, Chinese cabbage, Hericium erinaceus, cabbage, potato and zucchini]

This long-lost feeling of opening and hanging...

Jiang Feng's eyes were moist.

He is indeed the man chosen by God!

Destined Champion!

The shit game will be late, but it will never be absent!

Like a scumbag in the examination room who suddenly got a cheat sheet from a top student in the face of blank papers that most of them could not write, Jiang Feng pretended to smell the powder in front of him.

Well, it is indeed the taste of cinnamon sticks!

Yes, Caoguo and Galangal!

The tangerine peel smelled out too!

It doesn't feel too good to write the paper directly with the reference answer.

Jiang Feng thought about it, and added cinnamon sticks, ginger, tangerine peel, and salt to the white board. Adding four kinds of spices, there were 22 points. The promotion must be stable.

Looking back at the monitor behind his eyes, there are still two minutes.

But the organizer was real. At first, the host said it was a mixture of spices and seasonings. Jiang Feng thought that the seasonings meant pepper, but he didn't expect it to be salt.

It is impossible to smell the salt thing, it is purely guesswork.

Everyone can see the white granule-like powder, but few have the guts to guess whether it is salt or something else. After all, one point will be deducted for a wrong answer, and the risk far outweighs the benefit.

Two minutes later, the host declared the game over.

The staff came to collect the whiteboard, and the five judges acted like teachers who corrected the papers and marked them on the spot. Jiang Feng noticed that the contestants, who were originally calm, finally began to show tension on their faces.

On the contrary, he, who has been nervous from beginning to end, is not in a hurry at this time.

The shit game works so well!

The air conditioner in the studio is at a constant temperature, and everyone is wearing shirts with long sleeves. Theoretically, they won’t feel hot, but the buddy on Jiang Feng’s right started sweating profusely from the moment the whiteboard was taken away. Beads, sweat like rain. It was written all over his face that he seemed to be panicking, but in reality he was panicking.

Jiang Feng couldn't help sighing in his heart, brother, your acting skills are good enough, I was almost deceived by you.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Zhang Qian asked in a low voice from behind.

"It's okay, I just fell because of a sudden dizziness." Jiang Feng turned around and said.

"Ding, gain 1 point of lying proficiency."

Shut up!

"That's good, that fall you just scared me to death." Zhang Qian said, "I saw you in the last match."

"My name is Jiang Feng, a student at University A." Jiang Feng introduced himself.

"My name is Zhang Qian, a student from City No. 1 Middle School." Zhang Qian said.

Neither of them were good at talking, so the sudden silence made the atmosphere very awkward.

Zhang Qian and Jiang Feng looked at each other with embarrassed smiles on their faces.

Before two minutes of embarrassment, the results came out.

Jiang Feng noticed that the shirt collar of the buddy next to him was soaked with sweat.

"Next, I will announce the scores of the contestants in the order of scores from high to low."

"Zhang Guanghang: 26 points."

"Jiang Feng: 22 points."

"Zhang Qian: 21 points."

"Wu Minqi: 20 points."

"Ji Xue: 18 points."

"Sun Jikai: 18 points."

"..."

"Zhang Guang: 11 points."

"Nan Qi: 11 points."

"Unfortunately, the bottom 8 contestants, you have been eliminated." The host said.

Jiang Feng was shocked.

He... is he so powerful himself?

Even without the 4 points cheated in the end, he still has 18 points to be tied for fourth.

Rounding up is the champion!

After the host finished reading the scores, everyone's whiteboards were projected onto the screen behind them. Everyone looked back, and the first thing that caught their eyes was Zhang Guanghang's whiteboard.

He actually got 27 correct answers, but got one point deducted for getting one wrong, and only got 26 points.

Jiang Feng's handwriting was the ugliest among the first few.

It was so ugly that it had no character and no soul.

Zhang Qian is worthy of being the top student in No. 1 Middle School in the city. Her handwriting is neat and neat, and it looks like she has practiced copybooks.

"Does your family also run a restaurant?" Jiang Feng asked.

Zhang Qian answered all the vegetables and 9 kinds of spices correctly. Even if her sense of taste and smell is beyond ordinary people, ordinary high school girls should not have so many opportunities to come into contact with so many spices.

"My dad is the chef of Yushanfang." Zhang Qian said.

Jiang Feng: ...

sorry for disturbance.

The last eight contestants were directly eliminated from the field, and the buddy next to Jiang Feng was one of them.

"I have a question for contestants Zhang Guanghang and Jiang Feng." Tong Deyan picked up the microphone, "You all wrote salt, did you guess or analyze it?"

The staff hurriedly handed the microphone to Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang.

"Guess." Jiang Feng said.

"Ding, gain 1 point of lying proficiency."

"Half-guess, half-analysis." Zhang Guanghang spoke standard Mandarin with a little Beijing accent, "The pepper in it is ground into powder, not pepper, so I guess the seasoning mentioned by the host is not pepper."

I don't know if it was Jiang Feng's hallucination, but he felt that the lighting engineer gave Zhang Guanghang brighter lights than the others.

"I have no problem." Tong Deyan put down the microphone.

"Luck is also a part of strength." The host said with a smile, "Then, what we're going to compare next is win."

"Kao, originated in the pre-Qin period, and later spread to Japan, the Korean Peninsula and other places, is a manifestation of the ultimate knife."

"Because it is difficult for us to provide all the contestants with fish with the same quality, we will choose the fish by yourselves according to the ranking of each contestant in the previous round." A trolley of salmon cutlets came up.

"This round of competition is limited to ten minutes. All contestants are requested to cut out five slices of sashimi within the specified time. Overtime will be regarded as a waiver and they will be eliminated directly."

"Next, contestant Zhang Guanghang can choose the ingredients." The host gave Zhang Guanghang a sweet smile.

Two small dimples, just right.