"You'll never forget it, even if I do," Feng Bujue replied lazily, reclining in his chair.

"Hoh hoh hoh... well then..." Mr. You snapped his fingers, and the operating table in front of Feng Bujue, along with the seat he was in, began to move forward. Both items were connected to the subfloor, but as they moved, the black and white checkered floor seemed to disappear like a virtual projection, only to reappear again, completely unaffected.

"The second round is... multiple choice," Mr. You announced. "The rules for this round are that each contestant steps forward to answer questions, answering a maximum of seven questions and a minimum of one." He once again pulled out a stack of question cards from his pocket, the pattern on the back of the cards being no different from the first round. "After I read the question, the contestants can select their answer using the buttons on the operating table. Once confirmed, the answer cannot be changed."

Feng Bujue asked, "Does that mean if you get one question wrong, you can't continue?"

"That's right, and the mysterious advantage you gained in the first round is..." Mr. You paused again at a crucial moment, accompanied by the sound of rapid drumming, like the soundtrack to a trapeze artist's final jump in a circus, "you can choose to skip one question at any time during the second round and receive bonus points."

"Is the person with the lowest score in this round still going to the coliseum?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Heh heh... the second round..." Mr. You chuckled sinisterly, "will be decided by the contestant with the highest score at the end of this round, who can then arbitrarily choose someone to enter the coliseum."

"I see," Feng Bujue said. "I understand. Let's begin."

"Okay, please listen to the first question..." Mr. You said, holding up a question card. "This question is worth... ten points. Please answer... Einstein's birthday is... A, March 13th; B, March 14th; C, March 15th; D, April 13th." After asking the question, he turned to the camera, "We all know that the second round is a very critical round. If a contestant can answer all seven questions correctly, they will very likely establish a huge point advantage..."

Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds with a blank expression, then interrupted Mr. You, "I want to skip this question and get bonus points."

The audience erupted in an uproar.

Mr. You smiled. "Really? Contestant Number One, you want to use this opportunity on the first question? Be aware that the following questions will only get harder."

"Yes," Feng Bujue replied very calmly.

"Heh heh... Add points!" Mr. You burned the question card in his hand, and the score displayed in front of Feng Bujue's operating table changed to 60 points.

"Next... the second question is worth twenty points. Answer correctly, and you'll get twenty points; answer incorrectly, and naturally, twenty points will be deducted," Mr. You said with a smile. "Contestant Number One, please tell me, why were you so decisive in using this advantage? The contestants who have participated in our program before have always tried to save this opportunity for the later questions."

"Because I don't know the answer to this question," Feng Bujue replied.

"Why not take a guess? It's just a ten-point question," Mr. You asked.

Feng Bujue replied, "This is a very simple math problem. Let's assume I don't know any of the answers. If I guessed blindly on the first question, if I guessed correctly, I'd have 60 points, if I guessed wrong, I'd have 40 points. But now, a correct guess is worth 80 points, and a wrong guess... has the same result as getting the first question wrong, 40 points.

"The probability is the same at 25%, the risk is the same, but the potential return is higher, so of course, I would use this opportunity to ensure I get to the second question," he paused. "Besides... what if I know the answer to the second question? Then there's no need to guess."

Mr. You was somewhat stunned by his words. The audience was silent for a few seconds before erupting in applause and cheers.

"Whew... heh heh, Contestant Number One seems very calm even when he can't answer a question," Mr. You said with a smile.

Laughter came from the audience.

"It's called using the rules reasonably, let's continue," Feng Bujue said, resting his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.

"Alright, Contestant Number One, from the second question onwards, you can choose to answer or not answer..." Mr. You pushed up the small round sunglasses on his nose. He looked at Feng Bujue, "According to your theory just now, even if you're guessing, you'll give it a try, right?"

"Of course," Feng Bujue replied.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said, looking at the question card. "On April 30, 1943, a historically famous deception began, namely 'Operation Mincemeat.' Please answer, the body disguised as a Royal Navy Major, his... real name, is... A, William Martin; B, Samuel L. Jackson; C, Glyndwr Michael; D, Charlie Sheen."

Feng Bujue pressed the C button without hesitation.

Mr. You said, "Contestant Number One, once the answer is pressed, it cannot be changed."

"Ah, I know," Feng Bujue replied.

Nerve-wracking background music sounded again, and Mr. You looked solemnly at the camera. "The correct answer is..."

"Why are you looking like you're constipated... B and D are both actors' names, you can eliminate them directly. And isn't William Martin the fake identity created in Operation Mincemeat? Even if you don't know about Operation Mincemeat, if you guessed between A and C, you'd choose the name that sounds more like a real name..." Feng Bujue said.

"Contestant Number One," Mr. You turned his face over, annoyed. "How about you host?"

"Sure, let's switch places. I guarantee I'll send you to the coliseum," Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh? That's interesting. If Mr. You goes to the coliseum, let's pick one of us three to be the executioner," Plague said with an amused smile from the guest seat.

Arrogance actually seconded the idea. "Good idea."

"You just want me to die, don't you?!" Mr. You said. "Don't change the subject, I'm announcing the answer!"

"It's C, isn't it?" The audience booed, acting like they had already been spoiled.

"Alright... since everyone knows." Mr. You perked up again, "The answer is correct! Add twenty points!" The score displayed in front of Feng Bujue's operating table immediately became eighty.

"Hmm... it seems this question was not difficult at all for Contestant Number One." Mr. You waved his hand and burned the question card. "However, the next question... is worth forty points." He paused deliberately for a few seconds, and the camera focused on Feng Bujue, but Brother Jue didn't react much.

"Do you regret using that power to skip a question directly now, Contestant Number One?" Mr. You asked at the right time.

"So... does that mean the points for each subsequent question will double?" Feng Bujue ignored Fatty You and said to himself.

"Hoh hoh hoh... who knows?" Mr. You also gave a vague answer.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, answering the other party's previous question, "If you think you'll regret it, then don't do it. If you do it, then don't regret it."

Mr. You whistled, and the cameraman used a split screen to give him and Feng Bujue each a close-up. "So... Contestant Number One, do you want to answer this third question?"

"Answer," Feng Bujue said.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You answered, looking at the question card. "Which of the following is NOT... Qi Tiandi's (name of a character) move? A, Divine Flame; B, Divine Light; C, Divine Hand; D, Divine Judgment."

This question was somewhat misleading. Most of Qi Tiandi's moves started with "Divine," and Feng Bujue couldn't answer it right away. He needed to search through the attic of his memory carefully.

"Contestants don't have to rush. There is no time limit in the second round, but generally speaking, if you still can't figure it out after three or five minutes, I will count down ten seconds to let you choose an answer at random." After saying this, Mr. You turned his face to the center of the stage. "Why don't we take advantage of Contestant Number One's thinking time and ask the other contestants what they think about Contestant Number One's prospects in this round? Of course, if you know the answer, don't try to hint at him, otherwise, he will be directly deducted points and eliminated." He turned to Xiao Tan, "Contestant Number Two, how many questions do you think Contestant Number One can answer?"

Xiao Tan was staring silently at his left hand. So far, his hand hadn't shown any obvious changes. When Mr. You asked him a question, he replied without looking up, "I don't know, but I have confidence in Brother Jue. He should be able to answer all of them."

"Contestant Number Two, Number One is currently in the lead. If he can answer all of them correctly, then the highest score in the second round will be decided in advance. What if he chooses you to go to the coliseum?" Mr. You posed a relatively difficult question to answer.

"Huh?" Xiao Tan raised his head and looked at Mr. You. "Then I'll go. If Brother Jue chooses me to go, then it must mean that it's the most reasonable thing to do."

"Heh heh... it seems Contestant Number Two has great trust in Number One's intelligence," Mr. You commented, then turned to Si Yu, "So... please tell us your op-" Si Yu didn't even let Mr. You finish speaking and responded directly with a "don't bother me" attitude.

"Uh..." Fatty You smiled awkwardly and turned to Bei Ling. "Then... Contestant Number Four, do you have anything to say?"

"If you can really answer all the questions, Team Leader, then choose Xiao Tan to go in," Bei Ling said to Feng Bujue, but he cast a malicious smile at Xiao Tan.

"What did I even do?" Xiao Tan looked innocent.

"If you lose your left hand and have no luck with women, then you'll only be able to rely on your right hand for the rest of your life..." Feng Bujue actually made a sarcastic comment in a weak voice at this time. Judging from his calm demeanor, he probably already had the answer.

Fatty You's eyes lit up and said, "Oh, Contestant Number One, that's a very interesting statement. Can I quote you later?"

"Whatever you want..." Feng Bujue said. "I've already chosen. Announce the answer."

Mr. You bent down and glanced at the answer on the front of Operating Table Number One. Feng Bujue pressed the D key.

"Okay, Contestant Number One's answer is D, Divine Judgment..." Mr. You began his usual hosting tricks, not finishing the sentence, pausing for as long as possible at every crucial point, "... this answer..."