The Rebirth Of SOPHIA GREEN - Chapter 243

A few minutes into the game, the scene on the stage became strange. Sophia and Charles were the only two people answering questions, while others were watching. The seven-on-seven game became six-on-six, and then it was one-on-one.

The contestants on the stage seemed to take themselves as spectators, and they just sat closer to Sophia and Charles.

Sophia felt guilty that she scared the blue team out of answering questions. It was her fault. She shouldn’t be such a bully.

But why couldn’t she tell any dissatisfaction from the eyes the blue team members looked at her? Especially after she answered three questions in a row, the members of the blue team were full of worship. What?

“Red. The next team is… why do hard-boiled eggs peel easily?” Clarence said.

Charles looked excited. He found out that Sophia was bad at physics. Maybe…

However…

Sophia said, “Both the shell and the egg white contract when they get cold, but they don’t contract to the same degree, so they separate easily.”

Charles was surprised.

Who said that she was bad at physics?

After twelve required questions, the red team got eight points and the blue four. Then there was a ten-minute break. Sophia returned to the lounge and was immediately surrounded by the Reds and the Blues.

A girl of the blue team laughed, “You’re amazing, Sophia. But you can’t bully us like this.”

“So?” Asked Sophia.

“Take a picture with me and follow me on the microblog. You must not refuse this request.”

“All right.”

Upon hearing this, other members of the blue team also required to take photos with Sophia. It was a great honor to have such a famous fan. Anyway, they felt that losing to the high achiever was normal, and there was no shame in talking about it.

Sophia took out her cell phone. They followed each other’s microblogs and took photos. Then the red team members also required to take photos with Sophia.

One girl from the blue team said, “You have Sophia, you can win anyway. You take photos with Sophia and following microblogs with each other were unfair to us.”

Sophia nodded, “Yeah. I won’t do that with the red team players.”

The red team players said they wanted to join the blue team. They could only get a few prizes on the red team, which couldn’t be compared with the blue team’s benefits.

Apart from the photos, the attention of a big blogger like Sophia was worth more than the value of the prizes. Many people were willing to spend money to get major blogger’s attention to improve their fame.

Charles sat silent and gave Sophia a hateful look. He couldn’t understand why the people from the blue team were so close to Sophia.

They must have wanted her fame. A bunch of sycophants!

Ten minutes later, the game continued. Clarence explained the rules, “Each team can get a question. There are many pictures. The team can score a point when one player tells the content of the picture. Members of each team take turns to answer. Those who can’t answer will be disqualified until all the players are disqualified or the time is up.”

The blue team answered the question first. The question appeared on the screen: please name the people in the following pictures in turn!

Contestant number one was looking down on her phone, enjoying the photo she had just taken with Sophia. Hearing Clarence’s words, she looked up and said, “I don’t know,” and was disqualified.

Contestant number two moved closer to contestant number one. “I think mine looks better than yours!”

“What? Mine is better than yours.”

He just ignored the question and compared his photo with Contestant number one’s.

Contestant number three said, “I don’t know. Who’s this man?”

Contestant number four was Charles. He looked at the picture carefully. Though he tried hard to identify the person in the picture, he could not recognize it. It looked familiar and was probably a picture of an emperor in a high school history book. But it was drawn with lines. The emperors looked the same. Besides, he was a science student and stopped learning history from sophomore, so he couldn’t remember anything.

He could only have a try, “Napoleon.”

“Wrong! Next one,” said Clarence.

“I don’t know,” said contestant number five.

Contestant number six was tweeting to show off his big follower and didn’t care about the game anymore.

Finally, the blue team lost the qualification to answer questions. Except for Charles, everyone else was smiling and wasn’t sad about losing their qualifications.

Clarence was upset. Wasn’t the show supposed to be intense? That was what quiz shows were about, right? How come this show wasn’t like that?

Couldn’t the contestants be serious? Why did he feel like it was a solo show for Sophia?

As a dedicated host, he insisted on finishing the show, even though there was no suspense of the show, and he didn’t even bother to watch it.

“Red team, please listen. Please name the bridges on the screen in turn.”

As soon as the question came out, the audience couldn’t help complaining. It was so difficult, who knew so many Bridges except those who majored in architecture?

Contestant number one in the red team was Sophia. She looked at the picture and answered, “It’s the West Boston bridge.”

“Right answer!” Clarence said.

The fans got excited. They didn’t expect her to know it. Was there anything else their idol didn’t know?

Another picture appeared on the screen. Contestant, number two smiled, “I don’t know.”

“Is it the Golden Gate Bridge? That’s what I can think of. Forget about it if I’m wrong,” said contestant number three.

“No. Next one.”

“Bridge, bridge…” mumbled contestant number four.

Contestant number five said nothing.

“London Bridge,” said contestant number six.

“Wrong!” Clarence said.

In less than a minute, the other five contestants were disqualified. It was not that they didn’t want to answer; it was that they didn’t know the bridges.

So, Sophia was the only one on the red team.

She watched the screen and said, “It’s Verrazano Narrows Bridge.”

“Correct. Next one.”

Since the other contestants were disqualified, all the questions could only be answered by Sophia alone.

She answered quickly.

“Erasmus Bridge.”

“Correct. Next one.”

“Fehmarn Belt Fixed Link.”

“Correct. Next one.”

“Oresund Bridge.”

***

In five minutes, twenty questions flash by, and Sophia answers them without a pause.

Her fans got crazy.

“Why do I think these bridges look alike? Is there a difference?”

“Incredible, Sophia!”

“Ha, ha. I’m afraid the show won’t air. What’s the suspense of the show? And, in this case, is the second round necessary?”

“I’m sure no intelligence show will invite Sophia anymore. It’s terrible.. The editors might get crazy.”