Kang Xincheng opened his mouth: "Do you all need to know so many idioms when writing songs and lyrics by yourself?"

Wu Di: "That's right, this threshold is too high, right?"

Mo Lan: "When Dawei answered the question just now, I didn't dare to open my mouth and was shocked."

Jiang Chan had no choice but to say: "The threshold for writing songs is not high. I am just interested in these things. By the way, I won this round, right? I am not at the bottom of the game."

Mo Lan: "Okay, I was able to comfort myself before, at least Dawei and I were with me. Now Dawei has reached the top of the food chain, and I am still wandering at the bottom of the food chain."

Wu Di: "Brother Mo Lan, don't worry, after the next round of game, you will still be in the last place."

Kang Xincheng: "Wu Di, I'm not happy to say that. What if Brother Mo Lan counterattacks?"

Mo Lan smiled bitterly and waved her hands repeatedly: "If the director team produces some classical music, I still have some hope. Popular songs and idioms, I am really not good at it. I didn't think I was uneducated before."

Jiang Chan smiled: "Luck, luck!"

"Be humble, Sister Dawei can be a little proud." Wu Di squeezed his eyes at Jiang Chan, his expression a little bit naughty, but it was indescribable.

Jiang Chan nodded: "Okay, then I'll be so proud."

Hong Ze cleared his throat: "My sister Da Wei won the second game, with a total of 23 points. Wu Di scored 7 points in two rounds..."

After such statistics, Mo Lan is still in the last place. In the first round, he didn't have a single point like Jiang Chan. Even if he snatched a few in the second round, he still couldn't turn the tide.

Hong Ze raised his trumpet: "The third round of questions is Chinese character heroes. The director team gave a Chinese character pinyin, and everyone took turns to write down the answers on the answer board in front of him, and get one point if one answered correctly."

Kang Xincheng: "Director, aren't you giving Dawei points? With her knowledge reserve, our group of people are not Dawei's opponents."

Yang Jingbo: "Agree, I suggest not to take Da Weijie in this game. Anyway, Da Weijie is already the first place. Let's just decide the winner."

Nie Mo: "Sister Dawei ends up being torture us, so we don't rush to find abuse by ourselves."

Hong Ze was also a little bald, and these people had a lot of opinions. What should I do? If I didn’t bring Dawei, would the audience feel that they were excluding Lu Wei?

Jiang Chan shrugged: "I have no objection."

The main leader said, and Hong Ze took advantage of the situation and complained: "In this way, I will not participate in this game. As the referee, let's see if you answered correctly."

On the Internet, "Oh my God, has Da Wei jumped out of the contestant and become a referee? Too strong, right?"

"If Da Wei ends up, will they still have a chance to answer questions? Don't forget the previous round."

"Same as above, there is a video of Dawei answering the question on the Internet. Oh my god, I also added background music, and I was so excited about watching it."

"Where is it? I'll go and see it too. To be honest, I didn't see it enough just now, and it seemed that it was a blink of an eye."

Jiang Chan walked out from behind the table, stood by the long table, and waited for Hong Ze to issue the order.

"The Chinese characters in this round are ye. They are not limited to tone. As long as they are pronunciation of ye, it's OK. Now start!"

Nie Mo pressed the button: "Master."

Jiang Chan nodded: "Correct."

Wu Di: "Yes."

Jiang Chan: "Correct."

Yang Jingbo: "Night."

"correct."

Kang Xincheng: "Yeah."

"correct."

Mo Lan: "Ye."

"correct."

There were three consecutive rounds, and basically everyone said there were three, and the answering speed gradually slowed down. Kang Xincheng was anxious in his seat, wishing he could scratch his head.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, so he suddenly slapped the button on the table. When he saw the answer board he was standing up, Jiang Chan twitched: "Brother Xincheng, aren't you Chinese characters?"

Let’s see what is written on the Kangxincheng answer board? Yeah!

Mo Lan and the others also looked over. Wu Di was closest to the ground and immediately laughed without any face: "Haha, this is an English word, yeah, Brother Xincheng, you are so talented!"

Kang Xincheng argued: "The director said that as long as it is ye's pronunciation, it is correct. Isn't this the pronunciation of ye?"

Nie Mo: "Brother, but this is not a Chinese character."

Jiang Chan echoed: "Yes, this is not a Chinese character. Brother Xincheng's answer is invalid. Is there anyone who can add it? If there is no supplement, this round of answers will be over."

Kang Xincheng was unhappy: "Why can't I succeed? Dawei, you are so powerful, don't you add more?"

Wu Di, Yang Jingbo, and Nie Mo immediately started to cheer, "Come on one, come on one!"

They had already said fifteen or sixteen, and they almost racked their brains to see if Jiang Chan could answer it.

Mo Lan's forehead thumped: "I didn't make a fuss, wait, you'll be slapping me in the face later."

Kang Xincheng: "I haven't answered yet. Are you so optimistic about Dawei?"

Mo Lan raised her eyebrows: "Do you look nervous? She looks calm and relaxed, and I think there is an answer."

The director team pulled a small whiteboard as early as Kang Xincheng was making a fuss. Jiang Chan picked up the black fountain pen next to him: "I think about it."

After thinking a little, Jiang Chan wrote down the answers of Wu Di and others on the blackboard, "I'm also very happy, Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye on the blackboard, these are the answers you

Then Jiang Chan set off a new group, Kang Xincheng and others came to the blackboard, but Mo Lan stood far away and did not make a fuss.

When Jiang Chan wrote the first one on the second line, Nie Mo: "Ye, why didn't I expect it?"

Wu Di: "Tuck!"

Kang Xincheng: "Axill."

Yang Jingbo: "Swallow!"

Jiang Chan kept writing four more words in a row: "Ye Ye Yi Yi, there seems to be so many simplified Chinese characters, and the rest are traditional Chinese characters, so I won't write them."

Looking at the eight words below, Kang Xincheng smashed his mouth, and suddenly turned his head and shouted at Hong Ze: "Is it time to go through the next process?"

Mo Lan muttered: "I just said I would be slapped in the face, right?"

"I'll go, Mo Lan will see the most clearly here, right?"

"I'm going to kneel down for Dawei. Dawei is so handsome, he is simply the only one who stands out."

"Da Wei doesn't usually appear on the show, so why don't she watch these things on the go?"

"Dawei, why are you so powerful? Forget the idiom, you know all this?"

Kang Xincheng thought about it and was a little unwilling to accept it. Why did he dig a hole but not find anyone else, but instead buried himself?
Chapter completed!