-rest.
In the fifth round, everyone got into the snail shell, and the mud was clean.
The crashing of the golden balls stopped, and no one came out.
Then the frog got out of the mud and croaked twice. There were no insects to eat, so it just lay on the ground bored in the mud.
Shen Mo observed the frog under the cover of the snail shell, and found that the frog's eyeballs had recovered a bit, and there were still scars.
This shows that his attack is effective.
As long as the injury is serious enough, it will be difficult to recover, maybe next time he can try other parts...
…
Time passed by minute by minute.
No one came out to find the ball, and the frog did not take the initiative to attack, and the current situation became a deadlock.
I don't know who started it, and everyone started chatting across the snails—
"The mud is collapsing so fast, it would be nice if the ball would jump a few times less, and with fewer holes, it would be easier to find."
"How can it be so easy? There are so many snails, unless you can push them away, hmm..." The speaker seemed to be exerting his strength, and after a while, he said, "It's too heavy! But it can be pushed."
"Don't bother, there are at least a hundred snails in this hole. Even if you can push them, can you push them all away? The ball will either hit this or that. This method won't work."
"Then what should we do? Frog rolls in the mud once, and the wound can heal more than half, how can it kill..."
"Let's spend it first, let's see how the next round will be done..."
Everyone whispered, mostly talking and laughing, and Hui Ge and Monkey occasionally talked to each other.
The fifth round passed so smoothly.
When the sixth round was counting down, Mr. Cheng woke up.
Although he was awake, he was still in a trance, seeing most of his body soaked in the mud, and sighing in a daze: "What's the point of dying? It's over..."
I couldn't understand the chat and laugh, so I picked a big snail, patted the shell and said to Teacher Cheng: "Old man, come here! It's spacious here!"
Cheng Wei only heard the reputation, and although he was in a state of embarrassment, his face was still full of energy, and his heart was suddenly mixed.
"I'm getting old, I'm not as optimistic and positive as you young people when things go wrong. I want to learn from you."
He shook his head and sighed, holding his legs up slowly, and wading through the muddy water.
Talking and laughing in a hurry, he walked over a few steps and held the old man on his body, disgusting in his mouth: "It's not old and eighty, you are pretending to be an uncle, hurry up! The countdown is almost over!"
Teacher Cheng hummed on his shoulder.
The snail was big, and the two of them had enough space to get in. Not long after they stabilized their posture, the golden ball outside banged bang bang.
One of them happened to hit the snail where they were, and the whole shell sank with a bang!
The muddy water suddenly poured into the shell, and he almost choked on talking and laughing. He hurriedly crawled into the depths of the shell, and his mouth exploded: "Grass!"
Teacher Cheng was in the upper position. Although he didn't sink into the mud, he didn't get much better. He was dizzy and tinnitus from the shock just now.
After the silt poured in, the air in the snail shell suddenly became turbid. Fortunately, it didn't last long. After about 20 seconds, the surroundings began to tremble, and a force surged from the bottom to the top, and the snail shell also flipped to the top with this force. Mud Surface—
Talking and laughing was choked up, and he quickly stuck his head out.
He saw that the frog was already squatting in the mud, full of anger, "The toad is here again, damn, the wound on the eyeball is healed!"
Teacher Cheng also stuck out his head to look, "... Huh?"
"Huh, don't squeeze here to watch! Be careful of being chewed by it!" Tan Xiao dragged him in.
Teacher Cheng was a little surprised: "Xiao Tan, I see our position, it seems to be the same as just now."
"What's the matter with the same?" Tan Xiao replied impatiently, "Breaking the ball back and knocking the snail in, and the frog pushing the snail out, anyway, I think the positions are about the same!"
Teacher Cheng immediately looked serious: "If the position remains the same, as long as you know the starting point, it is reasonable to calculate the landing point!"