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Chapter 474 - 473: So Should I Praise You?

Currently, the identities of three individuals were revealed, each from one group, while the other six remain uncertain about the situation.

The director sped up the "pointing at squares," swiftly pointing out three with a swoosh.

"Congratulations to Wei Yi! You’ve received a grand prize of ancient historical literature, valid for three minutes!"

"Congratulations to Guan Yu! You’ve received a grand prize of ancient poetry, valid for six minutes!"

"Congratulations to Cheng Zhirang! You’ve received a grand prize of science fiction literature, valid for five minutes!"

As soon as the electronic voice finished, the sound of some people suppressing laughter echoed in the hall.

Qiu Shuang gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant! Meng Lu’s Tears writes ancient poetry, and Victor Tolstoyevsky loves ancient history."

Mu Qiu unceremoniously laughed out: "Oh my, who is this? Meng Lu’s Tears, which poet writing ancient poetry is so alternative?"

Guan Yu stubbornly retorted: "Can’t I single-handedly create an alternative style of ancient poetry!?"

"Of course you can, it’s just that some poets might not rest in peace."

"..."

Li Yang sighed: "I should have taken Sister Guan Yu’s spot, memorized a ton of ancient poems but have nowhere to use them. By the next episode, I might forget them."

Guan Yu suddenly stood up, her expression immediately turned flattering, waving at him: "No problem! Come, let’s switch seats right now.

The feng shui here is especially good! The water lilies bloom here, and there’s even two more little golden fish in front compared to other places. I knew such a good spot shouldn’t be mine; it was waiting for your arrival!"

So flattering, too flattering.

As an ally, even Shu Ran couldn’t stand to listen, rolling her eyes to her hairline.

"Are you perhaps good at foreign modern poetry?"

"No," Guan Yu shrugged, "But I can create my own, just not ancient poetry."

"......" You do you, be as strong as you want.

She straightforwardly turned to ask Cheng Zhirang, like an interview: "Brother Cheng, do you normally enjoy watching science fiction movies?"

Thanks to this game, she finally found a segment she was accustomed to in this show. Based on her past experience on other variety shows, casual chat is where you reveal personal life stories, the segment that attracts the most audience.

After waiting so long, it still ended up being the segment she was most skilled at.

So she asked very sincerely.

Cheng Zhirang nodded: "I usually watch one movie a day at home and around five sci-fi movies a month."

"Got one of Cheng Zhirang’s life habits."

"Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you."

She cheerfully asked Wei Yi, who sat opposite her: "And what about you, Wei Yi? Do you like history?"

Wei Yi shook his head, as well-behaved as a student responding to a teacher’s question: "Not really. But, but I’ve read Romance of the Three Kingdoms..."

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, his face slightly anxious as he glanced at the others.

Shi Yuhuai unexpectedly responded first: "Should I praise you for that?"

Wei Yi: "......" Boo hoo hoo, Brother Huai is so mean.

So, that’s one thing he’s not good at.

A team of three, all in their non-expertise areas.

Guan Yu closed her eyes in frustration, pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling they might lose this round.

This is the consequence of not reading books daily, not catching up with the news, being questioned and not knowing anything.

Not even knowing where to begin if she had to bluff.

The directions and time limits for six people have been disclosed, and Mu Qiu grew more eager, urging the director to quickly reveal the remaining three.

The director first pointed at Shu Ran.

"Congratulations to Shu Ran! You’ve received a grand prize of folk literature, valid for four minutes!"

Shu Ran’s refined brows immediately furrowed tightly: "What type of literature is folk literature?"

When she asked, she turned directly towards Mu Qiu. For some reason, everyone had started asking Mu Qiu these kinds of questions instead of verifying with the director.

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow, seriously answering her: "It includes folk stories, legends, dramas, and other narratives passed on orally among the population."

Shu Ran, partly understanding, offered her own bold interpretation: "Since they’re all transmitted among the people, can I just make up my own?"

Without needing Mu Qiu’s response, she confirmed her own understanding: "That sounds about right, pretty lucky draw then."

"......" Well, she’s part of the population too, making up stories and passing them around seems fine?

The director then pointed at the last two individuals.

"Congratulations to Qiu Shuang! You’ve received a grand prize of suspense literature, valid for five minutes!"

"Congratulations to Mu Qiu! You’ve received a grand prize of miscellaneous knowledge, valid for four minutes!"

Miscellaneous knowledge?

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow, a slight curve appearing on her lips.

"What is miscellaneous knowledge? Why are you smiling so smugly, Mu Qiu?" Guan Yu asked, squinting curiously.

"Miscellaneous knowledge includes all types of literature, not focusing on any specific type, and is regarded as knowledge outside mainstream literature, formerly known as outlandish and stray knowledge."

"You have to understand all of it?" Wei Yi expressed his shock with an open mouth, "Then how can you still smile? Do you know all of it?"

Mu Qiu waved a single finger: "Generally speaking, hanging out at plazas, tea houses, and museums can teach you a lot about five thousand years of history."

Shu Ran: "Who here do you think often visits plazas and tea houses?"

Only her, without the perks brought by fans, there’s no restraint brought by fans, she could even compete in square dancing with the elderly at the plaza.

"That’s truly a pity, the elders in plazas and tea houses are incredible cultural carriers."

Some elders can discuss folk stories, historical figures, contemporary politics, and even young love with greater skill than winning their game of mahjong.

She spoke lazily, exuding confidence, as if saying, "I know everything, come test me, let me amaze you," like a bright, unbeatable light.

Cheng Zhirang withdrew his gaze, smiling slightly.

She was bold and full of confidence, and even when she occasionally appeared vulnerable, it was evident she was quite assertive, being a person full of light. Even her pride seemed harmless.

Even more likable.

He looked down as the names on the tablet disappeared at some point, and the screen was flooded with barrage comments from the live broadcast.

Tons of people calling for "brother," laughing uncontrollably, drowning out most malicious rumors about #Mu Qiu plagiarizing#.

He slightly restrained his smile and liked a barrage comment saying [Mu Qiu’s bun is quite adorable].

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ps: I’ve recently picked up a book by Ming Dynasty’s Zhang Dai titled "Night Voyage Boat," which is a Ming-era encyclopedia covering various topics like astronomy, geography, folk knowledge, etc. Many have recommended it, and it’s not bad. The inspiration for this game came from the words "Night Voyage Boat." If you’re interested, you can look it up.

(The Night Voyage Boat refers to the contents of conversations on boats at night, involving outlandish knowledge and facts for bluffing.)