Help, I've become a paper man

"Okay, what game?" Jian Nuanyang answered first.

This answer was so straightforward that the Duke's smile seemed genuine. She continued, "I will tell you some short stories, and please answer them based on common sense."

"Since we're already divided into teams, why not give each person a chance to answer. As long as one person in the team answers correctly, they'll pass."

It seemed like a sufficiently lenient condition was proposed, but in fact it was meaningless to implement. As the story she told, the so-called correct answer... Song Yi was skeptical.

But the players remained silent. No one asked any questions, and no one refuted. They just stared at the Duke, waiting for her next words.

As everyone watched, the Duke clapped his hands again and said, "Who wants to answer first?"

Although it was a question, the look she gave the Cang Yue team spoke for itself. Before anyone spoke, she added, "Most of the time, the moon changes over time."

Song Yi restrained himself from complaining. Jasmine, who seemed well-behaved and cute next to him, rolled her eyes after restraining herself, showing a rare "hateful" expression, which made Song Yi, who accidentally saw it, turn his head away immediately and stop looking, so as not to laugh out loud.

Everyone's performance was obvious enough. Jian Nuanyang frowned and even showed a hint of impatience. She simply said, "Let's get started."

There was little respect in the words.

The Duke's smile faded, and Song Yi stared at her face, wondering if this person would be angry. To his disappointment, the Duke just tilted his head slightly, then slowly returned to his smile.

When she spoke again, she said, "Since everyone is so impatient, let's start with simple questions, such as... there is enough space for all of us to sit on the sofa here, but I don't want the two girls to sit together."

As the Duke spoke, his eyes swept over Jasmine and Jian Nuanyang in turn, and he continued, "Based on this, how many possibilities will there be for the six of us to take our seats in turn?"

Song Yi subconsciously asked: "Does stacking count?"

This sentence made the Duke stunned for two seconds, and then he emphasized: "In order, it means in sequence."

Song Yi blinked and put his right hand on his lips. For a moment, he didn't know why he spoke like that. His heartbeat inexplicably quickened, as if he sensed danger. But if it was just answering a question, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

With doubt, he turned his gaze to the two people opposite. One member of the Cangyue team left the copy, and the remaining two seemed to have a normal relationship. They did not communicate, and did not even look at each other. They just waited quietly for the other to speak first. After a few minutes, it was the Duke who put the folding fan on the coffee table first, revealing a silent urging.

Jian Nuanyang asked: "Are there any options?"

Song Yi thought: Okay, illiterate +1.

The Duke put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, looked at Jian Nuanyang and said, "If you need it, you can have it. There are six of us, so... Option 1 has 60 possible seating options, Option 2 has 120, Option 3 has 240, Option 4 has 360, Option 5 has 480, and Option 6 has 600."

Jian Nuanyang fell into a brief silence. After a few seconds, she tentatively asked, "Option 2?"

The Duke did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to the young man, as if asking for his opinion.

The boy did not hesitate and answered naturally: "Same as her."

The Duke then shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, the Cangyue team gave the wrong answer."

Song Yi noticed something was wrong and raised his hand while asking, "Do all the people on the same team have to give an answer in order to be judged right or wrong?"

The Duke smiled, turned his eyes to him, and said lightly, "No."

The boy is still young. Song Yi sighed in his heart, and looked at Jasmine again, wanting to ask who would go first. Their team had three chances. After eliminating a wrong answer, no matter how he recalled his past life, he could not find the specific content. In the end, he racked his illiterate brain and barely figured out that "when there are only five answers, the accuracy rate of choosing three out of five is very high."

Jasmine received his gaze, and she didn't know what she understood, but she raised her chin confidently and replied, "Option three is correct!"

The Duke said, "Wrong answer."

Jasmine's eyes widened for a moment, and two seconds later, she lowered her head, puffed up her cheeks silently, and fell silent.

Seeing that there were only four options left, Song Yi said confidently when he looked at the Duke, "I'll choose the largest one, six hundred."

The Duke's smile became clearer, and he said in a calm voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm wrong."

Now there are two people standing there stunned.

The boy who had been watching their performance quietly sighed, and the trance on his body faded a little. He looked at the Duke and said simply: "Five."

The Duke nodded and said, "Correct answer, the Full Moon team gets one point."

Jasmine raised her head at this time, she looked at Song Yi, and stretched out her hand with joy. Song Yi understood what she meant and raised his hand to high-five her, perfectly avoiding the correct answer. The two people who chose the wrong answer were as happy as if they had received full marks.

When Jasmine said, "It really can't be done without us," Song Yi actually responded and said shamelessly, "Yes, we have eliminated two more wrong options." On the other side, the boy looked at them, slowly lowered his eyes, and restrained the emotions that flashed across his mind.

The Duke watched their performance and asked after it was over: "Well, now you can choose a food."

Jasmine replied, "Sufficient potatoes or pancakes."

The Duke looked at Song Yi and the boy and asked again: "Do you think so too?"

Song Yi answered "yes" simply and looked at the boy, who nodded in affirmation as he looked at him.

The Duke did not continue to ask questions, but inexplicably said, "The number of people is unbalanced, do you want to redistribute the teams?"

As the party with the advantage, Song Yi did not speak, and Jasmine also remained silent. The boy was no different from before, still looking trance-like, and the two people on the other side did not answer for a while.

After a few seconds, Jian Nuanyang said, "What if I want to join their team?"

Song Yi was startled, but he was relieved when he saw her expression. This person was obviously provoking him and didn't really want to be his teammate. He was so scared that he almost thought there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind. He would have to sleep with his eyes open to feel at ease.

He was just complaining in his heart, and when he heard the Duke's negative answer, Song Yi also complained: "Yes, no, no, am I in a shelter for problem teenagers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, under Jasmine's gaze, Song Yi scratched his head with a wry smile, revealing a rather innocent expression.

Jian Nuanyang was surprisingly not angry, and just said lazily: "How dare you say that? Don't you want to keep your mouth shut?"

Without any murderous intent, Song Yi still took a breath in cooperation, pretending to be intimidated, looked at the Duke, and said: "You see, it really doesn't work. We are not in harmony."

He didn't insist that he couldn't be replaced. After all, there was one extra person in the initial team, and he died on the first day.