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Han Yi said: "Actually, this is a question played on words. The simpler the thinking, the better."

"correct answer."

The director shook his head: "Looking at the way they answered the questions, I thought that my question was a little difficult, but now I know that my question is still simple, and it is the answerer's question."

"Hey, what do you mean, without personal attacks?" Hu Fan pursed his lips.

The director said angrily: "Then you guys can answer it. One hundred and two, one hundred and five, why don't you say two hundred and five and forget it."

"Next question, I will give you three wooden sticks. How do you build a number that is smaller than three and smaller than four?"

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

"With three sticks, the number is smaller than three and smaller than four."

"Oh, I see, it is the number between three and four, such as three point one, three point two, three point three."

"Then how to build it? Three sticks are not enough."

They discussed again.

The director looked at the "cage": "Has Han Yiyi thought of the answer?" "

"I got it."

"Then you can answer directly, I don't think they can figure it out."

Everyone: "..."

Han Yi shrugged: "π."

The director applauded: "The answer is correct."

He looked at the other guests: "Look at people, I'm looking at you."

Only then did the guests suddenly realize, yes, isn’t π just bigger than the third and smaller than the fourth, and it just happens that three sticks can be built.

"In this way, if you are here, we won't believe it, and we still can't answer a question."

The director nodded: "Okay, next question, five chickens, five eggs in five days, one hundred eggs in one hundred days, how many chickens are needed."

"That's good, this can be calculated." Hu Fan said immediately.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What's the matter, I've already told you about this question, and the answer is five chickens."

Hu Fan was taken aback: "Is that so?"

The director smiled and nodded: "Yes, five chickens are right."

Hu Fan coughed lightly, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, your companions will be able to come out of the last cage, the last question, this one is easier."

"Under what circumstances, five is greater than zero, zero is greater than two, and two is greater than five."

They looked at each other.

"What's the situation?"

"I see, in the case of a wrong calculation."

"Hey, this is right, this is right."

"Director, is this the answer?"

The director rolled his eyes: "No, does Han Yiyi know the answer?"

Han Yiyi sighed: "When playing rock-paper-scissors."

"correct answer."

The guests suddenly realized that these topics are indeed very simple, but many people just can't think of that point.

Although Han Yiyi answered all the questions correctly, he was in a state of indescribable emotion. It was really not a happy thing to answer such a simple question correctly.

"Next, let's proceed to the next link."

The director asked the staff to bring up the props.

"We provided everyone with a turntable, followed by a double competition of luck and strength. The turntable was divided into 24 pieces."

"Among them, 18 yuan is a punishment, and [-] yuan is a reward. At that time, you need to use the darts in your hands to throw."

"Only if you successfully hit four rewards, you don't have to accept punishment. Otherwise, even if it is a place where the throw is empty, at least you need to drink a glass of weight loss juice specially customized for you by the program group."

In the next second, the red cloth on the table next to it was lifted, and twenty glasses were placed neatly on it. The glasses were filled with milky green liquid, which looked pretty.

"Slimming juice, this is good, Miaomiao needs it very much."

"roll."

"Hahaha."

The director raised his eyebrows: "You can taste the flavor of this juice in advance, and be mentally prepared."

"No, the director said so, this juice must not taste good."

"Isn't this nonsense? It's been so many episodes, and the director still doesn't understand why he's pissed. If we don't say anything, we don't pay for it."

The director was angry and funny.

Han Yiyi stepped forward, took a glass of green juice and smelled it: "It's a bit astringent, a little sour, it should be squeezed out of lemon and bitter melon."

The director gave a thumbs up: "That's right."

Han Yiyi took a small sip cautiously, and a bitter taste rushed straight to the sky.

"What's the smell?" Everyone asked.

She waved her hands, covered her mouth, and drank half a bottle of water to feel better: "Trust me, everyone, try your best to shoot darts. The result of missing the shot is definitely the worst."

This Nima is too bitter, she wants to vomit.

"No way, is it really that bad, is it so bad?" Hu Fan asked curiously.

Han Yiyi exhaled: "It's not a question of whether it's hard or not, you'll know after you taste it."

Hu Fan also tried to take a sip, his eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately turned his head and retched.

"I'll go, what is this, Coptis chinensis? I feel like I've lost all my brains."

The director smiled gloatingly.

Hu Fan stuck out his tongue and waved his hands: "Don't try it, everyone, really, it's too bitter, so bitter that I want to cry."

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Sheng suddenly coughed lightly at this time: "What, the eight of us are all partners and belong to one country, can we apply for teammates to help us throw?"

Director: "Who do you want to help?"

"Of course it's Mingyuan Han. For her, throwing darts is just like playing." Zhou Sheng winked.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they thought, yes, back then on the desert island, Han Yiyi shot people with a gun, and darts were so trivial.

Han Yiyi shrugged and smiled, "I'm fine."

The director stopped immediately: "No, no, I have a problem and I can't replace it. Also, Zhou Sheng reminded me, well, other people throw normally, Han Yiyi, you have to increase the difficulty."

Han Yiyi was a little amused: "Can it still be like this?"

"Special treatment under special circumstances." The director said slowly.

Everyone started, and Han Yiyi was the last to throw.

When Zhou Sheng voted, he was unlucky and happened to be short. He originally wanted to hold his breath and drink it all in one go, but found that it was useless.

"vomit……"

His face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were moist, obviously stimulated.

"Director, have you ever had a drink? It's too cruel. I feel like if I have another drink, I'm going to go."

"Hahaha……"

The director nodded: "It's because I drank it that I brought it out."

Zhou Sheng gritted his teeth: "You are ruthless."

The others were all shot, but they were all punishments. The huge room was full of screams and laughter, which was very lively.

It is indeed a very pleasant thing to see people make embarrassments, and Han Yi laughs so hard that his stomach hurts.

When it was her turn, the director asked the staff to turn the turntable and coughed lightly: "If you don't mind, can I change the rules just now?"

Han Yi raised his eyebrows: "How to change?"

"If you come to throw, you must hit the reward grid under the condition of turning, otherwise, you need to drink a glass of green juice as a punishment."