SFS Chapter 543 If you are well, then you are the pillar of heaven.
Chapter 543 If you are well, then you are the pillar of heaven.
The whole place was dead silent.
This silence did not stem from shock, but rather from pure physical cooling.
Despite it being the height of summer, the air conditioning in the Pinocchio Grand Theatre wasn't even turned on, but everyone felt as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar, their breath carrying a faint white mist.
The fatal pun, like an invisible blizzard, swept through the entire live stream room.
The barrage of comments, which was originally refreshing like a waterfall, experienced a strange lag lasting several seconds, as if even the server's CPU had been frozen.
Backstage.
Su Chen struggled to move his Adam's apple, feeling as if his vocal cords were about to stiffen.
He looked at Hanabi, who had unconsciously huddled her arms together beside him, and exhaled a clear puff of white breath.
"Cold?"
"It's not about being cold!" Hanabi's teeth chattered slightly. "No, I need to go find a military overcoat!"
Su Chen then turned his gaze to Wan Di, who was standing to the side.
The man's lips were beginning to turn purple, and his muscles were trembling violently and uncontrollably.
"Would you like one too?"
"Hmph! The dictionary of Suspended Peak City... does not contain..." Wan Di gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, "It doesn't... contain... the word 'cold'!"
"Awesome, a man of unwavering integrity and courage," Su Chen exclaimed sincerely.
Meanwhile, on the stage.
On March 7th, his calm, still eyes gazed at Seno.
Her voice was a few decibels lower than before, "Was my answer... correct?"
For the first time ever, a smile of approval appeared on Sino's lips.
"That's right."
After a deathly silence of half a minute, the comments in the live stream chat began to flow slowly, like a thawing glacier carrying shards of ice.
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Is this really March 7th? Am I deaf?!]
Although I understood it, I wish I hadn't; I feel a chill running down my spine!
[Impossible! A woman's intelligence level (like March 7th's) CPU couldn't possibly support this kind of computation! Who upgraded her computer's specs?]
[Whatever! He's still so handsome even when he's turned evil! He's incredibly cool! I'm totally sold!]
[To the person upstairs, I agree with this point.]
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Sino glanced at the three remaining contestants on the stage and nodded in satisfaction.
"Given the outstanding performances of the three of you, I have decided to decide the winner in a different way!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"There will be no more questions in the next round."
"Instead, I'll keep telling corny jokes until only one contestant is left!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Both the Big Black Tower and the Little Black Tower wore expressions of confusion and bewilderment.
Just listening to jokes?
What kind of competition is this?
What are the criteria for elimination?
Who will freeze to death first?
What is the production team doing? Are they watching a joke? How can they eliminate people like this?
[This guy named Sino is way too arrogant! Taking on three people all by himself? Two of them are geniuses!]
Although I know his jokes are lame, how lame can they be? You get used to them, right?
[No, upstairs, I have a bad feeling... This is definitely a mental attack! It's area-of-effect damage!]
The other contestants initially approached the competition with a "let's watch the show" attitude, but gradually, they stopped laughing and felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to their heads.
Only Su Chen's face drained of all color in an instant.
He knew that the real hell was only just beginning.
He turned around abruptly, rushed backstage, pulled a baseball bat from the prop box, and shoved it into Wan Di's hand without saying a word.
"Wan Di! Quick! Don't hesitate! Knock me unconscious with this one blow! Wake me up after we win the match!"
Wan Di held the cold baseball bat, looking at him with a bewildered expression: "Su Chen, you...do you have some strange fetish?"
"No! I just don't want to develop a habit of wearing a military overcoat in the summer!"
Wan Di put the stick aside and shook his head seriously: "No. In the dictionary of Xuanfeng City, there is no such thing as attacking teammates."
"I come!"
Hanabi's eyes lit up instantly. She snatched the stick and excitedly weighed it in her hand.
"Don't worry, boss, I guarantee I'll beat you senseless within ten blows!"
Looking at her eager and mischievous expression, Su Chen had no doubt that she would take revenge and settle both old and new scores, so he decisively took a step back.
It’s over.
You can only carry it hard.
The final showdown on stage officially began the next moment.
Sino stood in the center of the stage, and under the spotlight, his expressionless face appeared even more stern.
He spoke slowly.
"Optimus Prime was smashed into a pile of parts by Megatron. Bumblebee took the parts to an old master craftsman, and finally, Bumblebee said something to the master craftsman—"
He paused for a moment, then said, "If you are well, then it is a sunny day (Qingtian)."
The moment the words fell, the stage lights seemed to dim, and the moisture in the air seemed to condense into visible ice crystals.
Shut up and kindly suggested, "Everyone, do you need me to explain the core of this joke? 'Sunny day' and 'sky-high' are homophones..."
"Shut up!"
The voices of "Big Black Tower, Little Black Tower, March 7th" rang out in unison.
The live stream chat was now uniformly filled with "…………".
Unaffected, Sino began the second round of psychological bombardment.
"Cao Cao brought his youngest son to visit Liu Bei's residence. Upon seeing Liu Bei, he said, 'Cao Cao has come to visit with his youngest son.'"
Liu Bei said, "So what if you're here? Why bring fruit?"
"..."
He shut up and said, "Do you really not need me to explain the homophonic relationship between 'young child' and 'pomelo'?"
"Shut up!!!"
This time, even the contestants backstage unconsciously hugged their arms and their jaws chattered.
The comment section fell silent; all the viewers were frozen in front of their screens.
From his director's seat, Rick rubbed his arms vigorously and asked into the walkie-talkie:
"What's going on? Is the air conditioning on too high? Why does it look like there's a thin layer of frost on the lens?"
On stage, Daheita tightly covered his arms with both hands, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
She was wise all her life and never imagined that she would be defeated by such a low-level word game.
The little black tower beside her was in no better shape; his face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he was only holding on by his rebellious nature.
Only on March 7th, his breathing became a little heavier, but his eyes remained frighteningly calm.
Sino's third lame joke begins.
"The black balloon and the white balloon had a fight, and the black balloon lost. Therefore, the black balloon decided—"
He looked at the two people teetering on the stage and the unfazed March 7th, and slowly uttered the last few fatal words.
"Confession Balloon".
"..."
At this moment, time stood still.
The faint cawing of crows could be heard from the stage.
Finally, Xiao Heita's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
She trembled as she slowly raised her hands, as if to surrender.
But at this moment.
The large black tower beside her spoke first, before she could:
"This is pointless. I'm not playing these low-level word games anymore. I'm leaving!"