However, although President Hua is a little more confident, this confidence is not entirely groundless——
Because it's her turn at the next level.
In other words, two people.
The fried chicken sisters appeared together carrying a tray. There were only three pieces of fried chicken on the snow-white porcelain plate, which was clearly visible at a glance.
"The rules are also very simple. One of these three pieces of fried chicken was made by Ichiku-chan and I. Each of us and Yumi-san will choose a piece. As long as Yumi-san doesn't eat the piece of fried chicken we made, then it will count. It’s a win——”
However, the rules may sound simple and easy, but in fact they are not at all like that. As soon as the words were spoken, the melon eaters present subconsciously took a breath and felt their hands and feet were cold.
After all, this is a real Russian turntable! With the cooking skills of these two girls, although the fried chicken they made was no different from ordinary fried chicken in appearance or smell, even they themselves could not recognize it, but once it was eaten, The consequences would be unimaginable——
Food poisoning is relatively mild. Faced with indescribable twisted things, only the devil knows what will happen if you eat them!
If you want to know the specific consequences of this terrible outcome, just ask Manatsu to get a clue... Wait, Manatsu is already vomiting...
Yumiko Iwase's face changed when she heard this, she twitched her lips and forced a smile: "Wait a minute... I just want to graduate, so there's no need to be so ruthless -"
"No way~"
Sayuri Matsumura, one of the Fried Chicken Sisters, spread her hands helplessly and said: "We have already predicted that if so many difficult levels ahead cannot stop you, Yumi-san, then no matter what we do, the probability of winning will be Very slim——"
Erika Ikuta then said proudly: "So in this level, we are not competing with anyone else in terms of intelligence, but just competing with the simplest——"
"luck!"
Three people, the probability is two-thirds compared to one-third, they can't lose now, right?
This is the simplest strategy for girls.
The fried chicken sisters waited for each other's answer with smiles on their faces, looking like they were confident of winning.
But it has to be said that this strategy is indeed very successful.
In the face of the purest luck, no matter what intelligence and skills you have, they all lose their effect at this moment. Even Yumiko Iwase, who had won four games in a row and was already confident, could not make a decision at this time. She was hesitant and almost ready to admit defeat.
But, as mentioned before, we have already reached this point. It would be too unwilling to give in like this...
then--
"Okay, let's get started."
Yumiko Iwase said.
The Fried Chicken Sister's smile suddenly froze, and the previous feeling of being sure of victory also disappeared, and she quickly said: "Wait...Sister Youmei, are you sure?"
"Of course...what if?"
Yumiko Iwase said with a puzzled expression.
"But...but, even if it's just a matter of luck, you only have a one-third chance of winning!"
Sayuri Matsumura opened his eyes wide and said, "And if you lose, you will eat the fried chicken we made, right?"
"That's right—"
Yumiko Iwase nodded, then smiled knowingly and said: "Although the probability of winning is only one-third, the probability of eating fried chicken is not the same. If you really want to talk about it, you and I still have a library Jiang, the three of us have the same probability of eating it~"
"If I still lose after all this, then I can only admit that I am unlucky. But if I win, the unlucky one will be one of you two——"
The fried chicken sisters swallowed subconsciously.
Yes, although the probability of winning is two-thirds, the probability of eating fried chicken is still one-third. If it really starts, who will be the unlucky guy?
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
Is it yourself or the other person?
Who has such a great will to sacrifice?
Both of them couldn't help but hesitate.
"How about... I'd better let you do it, Ichiku-chan. I'll forget it and you eat it instead of me. After all, you're the one who coated the fried chicken with flour -" Sayuri Matsumura said suddenly.
"Nani?"
Erika Ikuta's eyes suddenly widened, and she pouted: "What does this mean? Isn't it you, Sayuri, who put it down and fried it with your own hands? If it's about eating, you should be the one eating it, right?"
"But you bought the raw materials. Since it's the chicken you bought, I'll let you taste it."
"No, no, no, you can't say that. The kitchen is still borrowed from the kitchen in the hut. We can't let Baiyun-sang come to eat-"
...
The two superficial sisters started to shirk their relationship with each other in a false way, trying to get rid of each other completely, but no one was willing to take this risk personally.
After all, even the author of Dark Cuisine knows how terrifying his work is——
Even if you don’t know, you will know just by looking at Manatsu... Wait, Manatsu started to vomit again...
The corner of Iwase Yumiko's mouth slowly curled up as she watched this scene. Yes, this level is not about luck at all, but about courage!
Fried Chicken Sisters' version of Russian Roulette. In the face of such terrible consequences, it doesn't matter whether you win or not, because no one is willing to try which piece of fried chicken is the one made by Fried Chicken Sisters. ...
So in this way, the situation became clear, as long as they agreed and insisted on playing, they would be hesitant and hesitant, but it would only be them -
So this level ended hastily when the two girls couldn't make up their minds and mustered up the courage to join the battle. The result was naturally counted as Iwase Yumiko's victory.
Finally came to the last level.
...
...
The candidate for the final round is squad leader Sakurai Reika.
Yumiko Iwase let out a breath. After experiencing so many challenges and many dangers, she finally came to the last level. The girl became nervous unconsciously.
What will this level be like?
Just like before, it's painting, kendo, cooking, and even smell, using your best characteristics to challenge. Or is it like Fried Chicken Sisters, a level with terrifying difficulty that even you can’t bear?
The latter is probably more likely. After all, this is the last level, it's already the last...
"In the last step, Sister Youmei only needs to look at my mouth, judge what I am saying from the shape of my mouth, and then say it three times in a row - "
However, to the girl's surprise, the difficulty of this level was actually much lower than before.
"Look at...the mouth shape?"
Yumiko Iwase said in disbelief.
"That's right." Sakurai Reika nodded.
"Is this... so simple?"
Sakurai Reika laughed: "How difficult do you think it should be, Yumi-san? Wouldn't it be simpler?"
"Ah...that's right——"
Having said that, Iwase Yumiko felt that her head was a little dizzy. After experiencing the previous challenges that were MAX difficult for her and that she would never be able to win if she tried it over again, she suddenly told you that the last level turned out to be like this. Simple, such a huge gap made it difficult for her to adapt to it all at once.
"Then, let's begin."
After a reminder, Sakurai Reika started to move, silently opened her mouth and said a word.
There was silence everywhere, and everyone was worried about affecting the girl's judgment, so they naturally held their breath and concentrated, not saying a word, not even daring to take a breath.
Yumiko Iwase stared closely at the other person's mouth shape, trying hard to identify what the other person said, but just after identifying the first sentence, she suddenly froze.
It didn't take long.
"do you understand?"
After the demonstration, Sakurai Reika asked.
"Understood."
"Do you really understand?"
"certainly."
"But it's obviously just a once-over, isn't it?"
"You can't say it like that. If you really want to say it, you have already read it countless times."
"Aren't you worried about making mistakes?"
"This is something you will never forget in your lifetime."
"Then please ask Sister Yumei to speak."
Sakurai Reika smiled.
Iwase Yumiko's expression was complicated. She opened her mouth, but at this moment, she suddenly couldn't speak or make any sound.
Because she suddenly understood that this was the last time.
After saying it, this sentence has nothing to do with her anymore. After saying it, she is no longer an idol. She will pursue her dream, form her own band, become a singer, and do what she wants most. things and live the life you want to live.
This feeling of loneliness was so strong for the first time.
"Everyone... I'm sorry..."
The girl suddenly whispered.
Sakurai Reika was stunned, and the others next to her were also stunned. Everyone present could not help but be stunned for a moment.
Because Iwase Yumiko suddenly cried.
"What...what's wrong, Yumi-san? Really, you did it on purpose because you didn't want to turn the atmosphere into this -"
Sakurai Reika didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Yes, Sister Yumei, your graduation is a decision that we all support. There is no need to say anything sorry."
"Even after graduation, you will still be our sister Yumei, and everyone will cheer for you together!"
"❤️Sister Yumei, please remember Minami~❤️"
The other members quickly gathered around and comforted each other.
"Um."
After being comforted, Iwase Yumiko burst into tears and smiled. A smile appeared on her face. She rubbed her red eyes with some embarrassment, pushed back the sudden tears, and took a deep breath.
"Then let's get started, get this last hurdle over and say it."
Baiyunshan sighed, with a look of emotion on his face, and added: "Don't forget, you have to say it three times."
Yumiko Iwase nodded, then took a deep breath and said slowly: "Work hard, thank you, smile, we are the top of the mountain, Nogizaka 46!"
The corridor was quiet, with only the girl's voice echoing.
This is the first time.
"Work hard! Thank you! Smile! We are the top of the mountain, Nogizaka 46!"
Yumiko Iwase continued to shout, and several members couldn't help but murmur to themselves. The sounds were layered, and the thin sentences seemed to be full of power.
This is the second time.
Yumiko Iwase took a deep look at everyone present, and as if she had a tacit understanding, everyone laughed and shouted in unison.
"Work hard! Thank you! Smile! We are Kamigizaka! Nogizaka46!!!"
"Sister Yumei, happy graduation!!!"
