I, Chen Zhou, am socially awkward, have no sense of direction, and am a level-nine cripple when it comes to daily life. The academic world has branded me a "pseudoscience lunatic."
Then the National Destiny Forbidden Zone descended, and I became Xia's only lifeline.
But my teammates and the experts don't seem to understand my instructions...
Scene One: The contestants are trapped in a desert and dangerously short of water.
I order them: "Stop looking for water. Bury the most valuable thing on your backs, your ration biscuits, in the sand."
The expert team, roaring: "He's lost his mind! This is suicide! Cut the communication now!"
The result: The biscuits attract "gold-eating ants" from underground, and the queen's nest is piled high with "Dew Crystals"!
The expert team: "..."
Scene Two: They encounter the S-rank monster "Hydra" and are no match for it.
I order them: "Don't run. Sing 'Two Tigers' to it."
Teammate Wang Jianjun, breaking down: "Commander! It has nine heads! It doesn't have ears!"
The result: The song triggers the Forbidden Zone's "Nursery Rhyme Soul-Subduing" rule. The Hydra immediately turns on itself, its nine heads brawling until it blows itself up.
The White Eagle Nation's think tank: "(All spitting blood) Report! Our black magic barrier has been ripped apart by a nursery rhyme!"
Me, rubbing my forehead: "Please, just do what I say. Don't ask why. The answer is the wisdom of our ancestors in Jiuzhou. You mortals can't understand!"
He was just kidding when he wrote this, singing at every turn
When good luck comes, it is better to save the country. The power of success is not here, life doesn't matter, you should be a god
I was convinced and it was awkward the whole time. . . . . .