Chapter 72: Math Problem
In this particular classroom, how many total dismembered hands were there?
Upon hearing this question, the red-clothed man’s complexion immediately changed for the worse!
At this moment, he would rather be in the position of the person whose hand was run through by that painful chalk than answer this trap-of-a-question.
This problem seemed simple when hearing it for the first time, but they still haven’t fully looked through the desks, so how could he know what the correct answer was?
The man in red frantically used his eyes to send a signal to the players below, asking them to lend him a hand and continue searching for the parts.
However, these experienced players, who have survived until the seventh level, weren’t mere fools. Even the good and honest Tom didn’t dare move haphazardly after being stared down by Teacher Zhang.
While standing on the platform, the man in red’s thoughts were fully consumed by anger, resenting the players below for not doing anything to help him. Yet, his heart was still clear about encountering this kind of situation. He also wouldn’t have faced these risks to help out an unfamiliar player.
Knowing that it was impossible to get help from the players over there, the man in red despairingly shifted his line of sight to the pile of hands on the table, his face looking grim.
After experiencing the mini-game last round, the man in red had his own fair share of guesses for this game.