The second judge had a headache as a result of thinking. Throwing down her pen, she said, "I can't do it. I'll let you do it. I feel like there should be a solution, but no matter how hard I try, I can't. It just doesn't correspond!"
The third judge threw up his arms. He had given up, too.
The male host blinked and thought, “No one could match it? Even the judges couldn't? That can't be!? Isn't it just a couplet!? There were so many famous experts here! There was strength in numbers!”
He looked towards an area where the Couplet Organization and the Writers' Association were. Those people were also silently trying to match it. Looking at the audience, all of them were focusing on the couplet. Each one refused to have their beliefs shaken, as they tried to solve it!
But after a long while, no one spoke!
Finally, Elder Qian threw down the pen in his hand. He raised his head and said, "Let's call it a day."
Big Thunder refused to throw in the towel as he quickly said, "Elder Qian, just give me a bit of time. I'm almost getting it."
"That's right; I'm just a word short. I just can't think of a single word." Another person from the Beijing Writers’ Association said.
Elder Qian interrupted them and issued the most authoritative opinion, "There's no need to think further, nor do you need to try matching. No matter how much time is given, no one can match it!"
Zhang Ye was surprised as he glanced at Elder Qian. Eh?