"Wait a minute, who is this 1118?" Teacher Slaughter looked at the big screen in front of him, deep confusion written all over his face.
Just as he expressed his doubt, 1118 gained over a hundred more votes, climbing a few more ranks.
Because the closer one gets to the top, the bigger the vote gap becomes, 1118 didn't jump as many ranks as before, but was steadily rising in small increments.
Then Teacher Slaughter noticed another mysterious person on the leaderboard, it was number 1117.
It repeated the scenario of 1118, with the number of votes increasing abnormally, though not as drastically as 1118, increasing by a few dozen votes each time, and not as frequently.
If he weren't the host, Teacher Slaughter would have suspected these two had received some kind of predetermined script.
Fortunately, 1117 and 1118 were contestants from Pleasure Heavenly City, and both had squeezed into the top fifty, which meant Teacher Slaughter's performance improved by two.
