"Three minutes left!"
Li Ying's voice came from afar, reminding them that there wasn't much time left.
"What was it I wanted to say?" Hua Ling anxiously paced back and forth, her small hands repeatedly tapping her head.
Watching this scene, Xiao Feng vaguely felt that he might have discovered the truth behind Hua Ling's intelligence issues.
If she had this problem since childhood...
Suppose Hua Ling wasn't smart to begin with, and the more she tapped her head, the less it worked, the less it worked, the harder she tapped.
This would be a never-ending cycle; tapping again and again, resulting in lowering her intelligence, sometimes coherent, sometimes not.
At that moment, Hua Ling's eyes lit up, "I remember what I wanted to say just now."
"I just want to remind you, there's one minute left." Xiao Feng said, his forehead covered in sweat lines.
