As a normal person, Weng Sang was unwilling to believe it. He was actually sucked away on the way to school.
He looked at his surroundings in silence.
Very deserted.
With trembling hands, he opened the scroll behind him. It says "Welcome to the National Games Battlefield, please start your answer now."
As a Chinese-American, he stretched out his hand tremblingly. Under the first title, "What is the original name of Britain?" He wrote the handsome People's Republic of China. His hands were trembling, and his heart was hanging. He finally died.
He thought: Oh, my God! If I had known this, I should have taken a good class.
On the third day of answering questions with a face full of pain. He finally met his teammates.
"Ha, why are you here?"
"What, we are lost. Do you believe it?"
In the silence facing each other, Weng Sang raised his sandbag-sized fist.
