Novel Bin Chapter 6 - 6: 6: The Surefire Winning Method
Chapter 6 - 6: 6: The Surefire Winning Method
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Little white rabbit, white as can be” —— what does it mean?
As my brain was processing the question, my feet didn’t stop running.
The first person ran headlong, crossing the finish line on the left without thinking twice.
The second person arrived beneath the signboard, hesitated as he looked at the first person, then back at the approaching rabbit. Not willing to waste time, he also went to the left.
The third person paused, hesitated for two seconds, then sprinted towards the right finish line…
One by one, each person reached the finish line.
Later on, the time pressure ramped up. There was no time to think: some went left; some went right.
“It’s the right side.” Bai Youwei said, leaning on Shen Mo’s back, “Little white rabbit, white as can be, both its ears are sticking up! ‘Two’ as in ‘2’. The answer is the second lane, the right!”
Shen Mo sprinted past the finish line on the right!
The last few people staggered across the finish line.
The people on the left snapped out of it, realizing their mistake. But they found an invisible barrier separating the two lanes. They couldn’t cross!
Simultaneously, the rabbit charged into the first lane! It surged like a roaring white wave, accompanied by a sharp, salty and gutsy cold wind!
Screams, curses, desperation.
Then, a gruelling dash for survival!
The track was a circle blocked on both sides. To evade the rabid rabbits, those who missed the finish line had no choice but to keep running!
The girl with glasses sat crying on the ground, unable to bear the sight of the carnage. She screamed at the participants hoarsely, “Hurry up…run… run!”
But it was too late…
Sprinting 200 meters was already pushing their physical limit. Continuing meant slowing down, while the rabbits showed no signs of tiring. They caught up—jumped, bit, and tore! Pitiful screams reverberated across the field.
The people on the ground struggled and rolled, ending up bloodied and skinless. From their flesh, white hairs grow one by one!
The white hairs kept increasing, growing denser! Eventually, they turned into raging giant rabbits, their eyes dyed red with fresh blood!
At the beautiful stadium, every person felt as if they had fallen into an icy hole, their bodies freezing!
They had just witnessed their companions horrifically transforming into rabbits!
In the distance, the Rabbithead was waving at them, his voice ringing clearly:
“Players, please return to the start line for the second round.”
Second round…
The crowd was deathly pale.
Unable to refuse, fearing retaliation, and devoid of any time to calm their terror-stricken hearts, they walked back like lifeless puppets.
Yes.
At this moment, they were mere puppets in Rabbithead’s hands, devoid of freedom and will.
Bai Youwei lay on Shen Mo’s back, her heart sinking heavily.
Initially there were 17 of them. After the first round, only 9 remained…
Could she and Shen Mo really survive three rounds?
“You should walk a little slower.” Bai Youwei whispered to Shen Mo, “Slow down, stall a bit more.”
“I have that much stamina,” Shen Mo replied in a low voice, “It’s just the problem that’s a bit tricky.”
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The panicked people running for their lives likely didn’t even have the time to comprehend the question. How could they make the correct choice with a clear mind?
From seeing the question to crossing the finish line, they only had two or three seconds at the very most! Any longer than that, they would have been caught by the rabbits. Thus the challenge here was not just knowledge, but lightning-fast reflexes!
Bai Youwei muttered, “A track lap is 400 meters. If we chose the wrong finish line and couldn’t go back, we’d have to run another 400 meters to reach the right lane. That’s essentially running 600 meters at top speed. Unless you’re a professional athlete, you couldn’t possibly manage.”
Moreover, Shen Mo was carrying her. If they missed the 200-meter finish line, the fate of Bai Youwei and Shen Mo would be to undoubtedly become rabbits…
Shen Mo: “I don’t know which question will be in the next round.”
Bai Youwei shook her head slowly: “Actually, the question itself doesn’t matter. It’s the order that’s important. There is a way to win the game with one hundred percent guarantee.”
Shen Mo’s steps faltered slightly. “Win the game with a one hundred percent guarantee?”
“Yes.” Bai Youwei subtly observed the expressions of the others and murmured quietly, “And it is likely… someone has already thought of that method.”
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