Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 133

The host stood on stage, reading the rules aloud. Mr. Charles would keep presenting questions to each contestant until they got one wrong.

The four contestants who answered the most questions would advance to the finals.

The livestream chat exploded: *So basically, as long as Lottie keeps answering correctly, Ms. Harrington has to keep sending money to Lottie’s fans?*

Lena glanced down at Lottie’s real-time follower count: 150,000.

Could Lottie be using this as a publicity stunt to boost her followers?

Ha. Once her looks are ruined and the word "homewrecker" is practically etched on her forehead, even if she hits a hundred million fans, she’ll still just be a circus act.

Lena felt no sense of threat.

The host’s voice rang out: “The semifinal round of The Ultimate Mind begins—now!”

Charles, face grave, announced the first challenge in a clear, deliberate tone: “In two minutes, write down 100 rare Old English words.”

The moment his words landed, a giant timer flashed to life on the arena’s circular screen.

Everyone in the hall drew a sharp breath.

*That’s basically one obscure word every second!*

*They’re starting with a nightmare-level question! Are my 88,000 dollars gone just like that?*

Up in the VIP section, Lena couldn’t hide the smug, confident smirk tugging at her lips.

Darren’s expression grew tense.

Just as everyone expected Charlotte to be knocked out right at the start, she picked up her pen and her hand flew across the page.

The two-minute countdown ended. Charlotte calmly handed her paper and pen to the host.

“Cwēn, þegn, wīsdōm, ætheling…” she recited, the strange words soon projected across the massive screen.

The audience stared in stunned silence.

Lena sneered, “What even are these? Does she really think she can just scribble nonsense and call it Old English?”

Darren shot her a cool glance. “Cwēn, þegn, wīsdōm, ætheling—if you don’t recognize the words, maybe don’t talk so loud. It’s embarrassing the Harrington family.”

Lena and Xena both blanched.

Xena whispered anxiously, “Darren, didn’t she drop out of elementary school?”

Darren was just as perplexed. Charlotte had somehow managed to write a hundred obscure Old English words in two minutes, and every single one was correct. It threw him for a loop.

Charles, still solemn, read the next question: “After her water breaks, a pregnant woman lies with her hips elevated. Amniotic fluid is leaking at five milliliters per minute. Starting amount is 800 milliliters, safety threshold is 300. Calculate, within five seconds, how long she can wait before going to the hospital.”

Charlotte answered instantly, “One hundred minutes.”

“Correct.”

Charles continued, “Someone is electrocuted. The rescuer is eight meters from the power source. Dry ground resistance is 10,000 ohms, human body resistance is 2,000 ohms. Assuming each step is 0.6 meters, what’s the minimum number of steps to safely approach?”

Charlotte didn’t hesitate, “One and a half steps.”

“Correct.”

…

The entire convention center, packed with tens of thousands of people, fell utterly silent.

Only Charles’s steady voice reading questions, and Charlotte’s eerily calm answers, echoed through the hall.

Half an hour later, a staff member quietly nudged the host. “When can the next contestant go up?”

The host wiped his brow. “As long as Lottie keeps getting the questions right, the rules say she just keeps going. What do you expect me to do?”