Chapter 304: Would You Like to Sit Down?

Before Chen Junnan could finish cursing, the words on the screen had already vanished.

“Damn it…!” Chen Junnan quickly slapped the screen. “Hey! Wait a second! Teacher, I haven’t finished reviewing the question yet!”

In the central circular plaza, Earth Snake listened to Chen Junnan’s muffled shouts and couldn’t help but smirk.

Chen Junnan let out a deep sigh and began stroking his chin in thought.

This bizarre question was something most people wouldn’t know the answer to, and even if he could answer it, how was he supposed to pass it along?

“To hell with it.” After a moment of contemplation, Chen Junnan suddenly grinned. “It’s just about posing a question and making sure everyone gives the same answer as me.”

Without hesitation, he pressed “Yes” and picked up the phone, dialing the next room.

“Hello…?” The man answered again.

“Hey, how are you?” Chen Junnan laughed.

“I-I’m fine…”

A brief silence followed.

The man on the other end seemed uneasy. “Uh… what’s your question?”

“I already asked it,” Chen Junnan said. “I said, ‘How are you?'”

“Huh?!” The man was clearly stunned. “What kind of question is that?!”

“Isn’t it a true-or-false question?” Chen Junnan scratched his nose sheepishly. “Just pass it along—the question is ‘How are you?’ Alright, I’m hanging up.”

After decisively ending the call, Chen Junnan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, feeling that there was something off about this game.

If answers didn’t matter, what was the point of answering?

If someone like him could set a question, what was the point of the questions in the first place?

A few minutes later, everyone had answered, and words lit up on the screen again.

[The final answer for this round is—Yes.]

[Clank, clank—]

The deafening sound of chains echoed overhead. Chen Junnan looked up, sensing something massive moving above him.

“What the hell is that?” Chen Junnan stood up, stepped onto the chair, and knocked on the ceiling. To his surprise, it was unexpectedly thin—just a flimsy wooden panel.

The fragile ceiling stood in stark contrast to the soundproofed walls around him.

“This…” Chen Junnan slowly stepped down from the chair, narrowing his eyes in thought.

But after a few seconds, he gave up.

“Too hard…” He shook his head. “Thinking is such a pain. Just start the next round already.”

After waiting another dozen seconds, the screen displayed that the next round had begun—but Chen Junnan didn’t receive a question.

Whose turn was it this time?

The first round had been Yun Yao’s, the second was his. If the pattern held, participants were taking turns clockwise as the “first person.” If his guess was right, the man to his left should have the question now, making him the last one to receive it.

Given that the questions were passed via phone, even a simple “Have you eaten?” could get distorted after so many relays.

After waiting nearly eight minutes, the call finally came.

Though Chen Junnan was prepared, the deafening ringtone still startled him.

[Ring, ring—!!]

“Damn it…!” Chen Junnan jolted and quickly answered. “Chen Junnan speaking, go ahead.”

After a moment of hesitation, Yun Yao spoke. “Chen Junnan, I’m not sure if this is right… but what I heard was…”

“Go on.”

“The question is ‘Should I sit down?'”

“Huh?” Chen Junnan blinked. “Sit down?”

“Yeah…” Yun Yao sounded uncertain. “I think someone with a heavy accent might’ve changed the question along the way…”

“Tch—” Chen Junnan exhaled slowly.

If it was about accents… “Should I sit down?” could have countless variations. It was way too hard to guess.

Besides… maybe it wasn’t an accent issue at all. Maybe someone, like him, had deliberately altered the question.

“What did you choose?” Chen Junnan asked.

“Huh? Can I say that?” Yun Yao sounded surprised.

“Isn’t it allowed?” Chen Junnan frowned. “Did the rules say anything about that?”

“Well…” Yun Yao thought for a moment. There didn’t seem to be any such rule. “I chose ‘No.'”

“Oh?”

“Since I felt the question had been changed, it probably wasn’t about the ‘chair.’ Whoever altered it likely wanted us to pick ‘Yes,’ but I didn’t know their motive, so I played it safe and chose ‘No.'”

“Sounds like the right call.” Chen Junnan nodded. “Then I’ll pick ‘No’ too—I’ve got your back.”

After hanging up, Chen Junnan sat back in his chair, deep in thought.

“Sit down…?”

The previous two questions had at least made some sense, but “Should I sit down?” had no clear subject or purpose.

Who was supposed to sit down?

Was it even about sitting?

Chen Junnan knew he was the last one to answer this round. Once he made his choice, the round would end, so he had to be extra careful.

The first two rounds had ended so carelessly, but this time, he had a bad feeling.

“Damn it, Old Qi… help me out here.” Chen Junnan rubbed his temples, trying to analyze the situation as Qi Xia would.

Mimicking Qi Xia, he stroked his chin and muttered to himself. According to the rules… first this, then that, and finally…

Ten seconds later, he gave up again.

“Great. What kind of dumb rules are these? Can’t figure it out… screw it.”

Chen Junnan shook his head and decisively pressed “No.”

Whoever was supposed to sit down—let them stand for now.

Seconds later, the words on the screen flickered.

[The final answer for this round is—Yes.]

“Well, well…” Chen Junnan smirked. “Seems like people really love their chairs…”

Before he could finish, a deafening *BOOM* shook the room.

The entire space trembled violently, sending Chen Junnan and his chair crashing to the ground—like a sudden, intense earthquake.

“What the hell?!”

He scrambled up and looked around, sensing that something had gone terribly wrong.

Then, the wall to his left was struck with tremendous force, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

“Wait a second…” He looked up in confusion. This time, there was no sound of chains—just that terrifying crash.

“Don’t tell me…”

Chen Junnan’s heart pounded.

“Damn this ‘Should I sit down?’ nonsense…” He stood up, cursing, and banged on the left wall. “Who the hell is scheming like this? Are they already making moves?”

The chains had clearly been triggering some mechanism—something massive hanging overhead. And now, that question had caused it to drop.

The question wasn’t “Should I sit down?”

It was “Should it *fall* down?”