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Chapter 47 - 47: 47: Why Do Games Exist

Stunned again…

After being stunned for half a minute, he slapped Chang Weicai’s chest, “Why didn’t you say this earlier! Calculate it quickly! ”

Chang, the teacher, almost had a heart attack, “Cough, cough, cough, cough!…”

Tan Xiao hurriedly massaged his chest, “Old man, you really can’t take a slap, I didn’t hit that hard… were you serious about what you just said? Can you really calculate it?”

Teacher Chang shook his head and waved his hands, “cough, cough, cough…”

“What do you mean?” Tan Xiao widened his eyes, “Can’t do it? Didn’t you just say you could! Hey! Can you calculate it or not, tell me straight!”

Teacher Chang held his chest, “can’t…”

Tan Xiao: “Were you just bullshitting?!”

“I meant theoretically…” Teacher Chang explained breathlessly, “Theoretically, if we know the initial position and the angle of the shot, we can calculate the landing point. ”

Tan Xiao grabbed his shoulders and shook him, “Then hurry up and calculate it!!!”

Teacher Chang felt dizzy, “1…1 teach language arts…”

“Doesn’t matter what you teach, you’re a teacher! You must have studied math too!” Tan Xiao snapped urgently, “I’ve never passed elementary school math! You must be better than me, right?!”

Chang Weicai was nearly deafened by his rapid-fire words, it was agonizing, but the words did make some sense when processed.

Given the current situation, any method should be tried. It might be a glimmer of hope.

Teacher Chang steadied his nerves with effort, taking a deep breath, “When man defies nature, nature provides a way. Alright, alright, let’s give it a shot!

Xiaotan, help me out!”

Tan Xiao quickly slid out of the snail shell and bent over to help Chang Weicai out.

The frog, having not caught any bugs, was stunned for a while and had left. The cave was dark and silent, only densely packed with snail shells.

Teacher Chang fumbled out a pen from his pocket, didn’t even open it, and began writing and drawing formulas directly on the muddy snail shell with the cap’s tip.

The others also emerged from the snail shells one after another.

Perhaps they had heard Tan Xiao’s and Chang Weicai’s argument earlier – their

uncertain eyes were now tilled with anticipation and doubt.

“Can you really calculate it?” Monkey asked.

“Whether we can calculate it or not, we have to try first!” Tan Xiao raised his chin in a lofty manner; he seemed to take pride in the fact that Chang Weicai was his “brother”.

Everyone remained silent, their eyes fixed on Teacher Chang’s back.

They couldn’t contribute anything to this matter.

Shen MO looked at Bai Youwei thoughtfully.

—She was looking at Brother Hui and Monkey.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Bai Youwei turned her head slightly and then looked at him with an innocent and puzzled face.

Shen MO averted his gaze, wondering if he had misunderstood…

The seventh round started not long after, two consecutive rounds without deaths, and the tone of Jin Qiu became lazy

“The current game failed, with eight survivors remaining. Now entering the seventh round of ‘Frog’s Golden Ball’, all players please get ready (yawning)…

hey hey, the frog has to try harder.”

With that, it began the countdown: “59, 58, 57…”

Bai Youwei calmly crawled into the snail shell.

Shen MO stayed outside, his deep black eyes watching the golden ball, pondering about the purpose of this game itself, or rather, its significance?

If it wanted to kill, it could simply kill, why bother with these elaborate schemes? Even if the apocalypse were to come, aliens invaded, earth was intruded, anything, there should be a reason, right?

Why does this doll game even exist?