The next day, at a quarter past five.

Song Yisheng collapsed on the back seat of the van without love, and even his favorite twelveth-order Rubik's Cube was discarded on the seat at will.

Mu Bai, who was sitting in the co-pilot, had already prepared, and he stuffed the book into Song Yi's arms.

"Didn't you say you wanted to chase your dreams yesterday? Why are you depressed into this ghost today, come, don't be paralyzed, I still expect you to give me a Nobel Prize in Physics back, when the time comes, I will go to the gold medal agent's party, they took out a vote for the Oscar statuette, only I have a Nobel, it's very cool to think about it......"

Song Yi glanced at the book Mu Baisai gave her.

Physics, Grade 9 Volume I, People's Education Edition.

Song Yi: "......"

I suspect you're questioning my IQ, and I still have the proof.

Mu Bai only knew that Song Yi had a high school degree, but he didn't know why Song Yi didn't go to college, so he naturally brought in the setting of Song Yi's poor reading performance and not being admitted to college.

"What are you doing, continue to be stunned!"

Song Yi: "......"

Forced to be helpless, Song Yi opened the textbook, and what came to him was an unfamiliar conversation, but the formula was familiar.

Mu Bai looked back at Song Yi again, and found that she was really relieved after reading the textbook very seriously.

"The variety show you want to record today is the most popular show on a certain fruit station, called "Battle Royale", this variety show is probably divided into two parts: drawing lots, escaping from the secret room or chasing people who want to escape from the secret room."

"Each episode of Battle Royale will have six players, four of whom are resident MCs and two are special guests. You are also in a hurry, the original female resident came out with a vacant position because the schedule could not be scheduled......"

What's even more coincidental is that Song Yi broke up with the father of the gold owner, and said the that he wanted to "chase the dream of Nobel", and the father of the gold owner, who felt insulted, immediately fought back.

First of all, he took back all the resources, and did not refrigerate Song Yi, the most desperate thing was to find this opportunity and stuff Song Yi, who only has a high school degree, into a show that tests his IQ and knowledge reserves to be a resident MC for one season.

This is the rhythm of being ridiculed by the whole network.

Mu Bai, who thought that his brain had made up everything, didn't know that Song Yi had changed from a pitiful little girl who was captive by the owner's father to a quasi-boss of his family, and he didn't know that Big Brother Zhao stopped Song Yi's work in order to let her study hard and make progress every day.

"In "Battle Royale", whether it is escape or killing, you have to go through a lot of levels, and you can memorize a few more physics formulas at this time, maybe it will be useful."

"Hey, if the fleeing side is okay, you can paddle the water, you said that if you draw the one who kills, wouldn't it be cool? It would have been terrible if I hadn't come out of the starting room the whole time......"

Song Yi glanced at Mu Bai faintly and did not speak.

"Whew! That's right! ”

"The show "Battle Royale" is in the form of a live broadcast, and you don't have a father now, I suggest that you can mix it up, try not to come out, understand?"

"After all, you are not the one who had the tens of millions of sailors who had the father of the gold owner to control and comment for you, so let's be a little bit harder, okay?"

Daddy, heh.

Zhao Huaiming had better pray that she would never win the Nobel Prize in Physics in her life.

Otherwise, she must slap the certificate on his face fiercely, so that he can feel the most intuitive ridicule and contempt from the god of learning!

"Finished memorizing physics? Then don't be idle, let's memorize the number of Yingying together. ”

Mu Bai took advantage of the red light and handed the large cardboard box placed on the co-pilot to Song Yi.

When I opened it, I saw that it was neatly listed......

Textbooks for grades 7 to 9.