Xu Lu chuckled, “I see who you really are. I find this funny. I must be crazy for wasting my time talking to you.”
She then turned around.
Someone behind her laughed, “A b!tch traitor trying to look like a good guy!”
“Exactly…”
…..
Qiao Qing had no idea what others had said about her.
After lunch, she returned to the main hall with Jun Yexuan, Qi Yusen, and the others.
Maybe she was delusional, but she felt like everyone looked at her differently. Yet none of them said anything.
Jun Yexuan and Qi Yusen narrowed their eyes as coldness emitted off their bodies.
Qiao Qing didn’t think much of it and calmly walked to the resting area.
Though the first round eliminated the majority of the people, most people chose to stay behind to watch the second round.
It was obvious they were all there to see how Qiao Qing was going to embarrass herself.
At 1:30 pm, the MC and the judges walked up on stage.
“Everyone, thanks for waiting. After this morning, we have 50 perfumers left.”
“We are going to start the second round of the competition, which is the final round. This round is an individual contest.”
“Please come up here and take a draw. Similar to this morning, the draw will determine your order.”
As she spoke, a man walked up and held onto a bucket with the draws inside.
Qiao Qing was about to stand up when Jun Yexuan stopped her and kicked Mu Jinghang, “What are you here for?? Go take a draw.”
Mu Jinghang, “…”
The kick came out of nowhere, but he didn’t dare to utter a word. He clicked off his phone, slapped the dust off his pants, and walked up.
After he drew the number, Mu Jinghang smiled and looked over to Qiao Qing, “Qiao Qing, you don’t need to worry. I got #50, you’re last.”
Qiao Qing, “…”
So, why should she be worried?
The MC’s voice came again.
“This first round was one on one, which means each perfumer was judged by one judge and that judge determined whether or not the perfumer got a pass.”
“This round, however, every perfumer will be judged by all 13 judges. All judges will be giving out a score.”
“Alright, since the draws have been made, let’s welcome number one up here.”
One of the perfumers got up and walked to the judges.
Jun Yexuan looked over at Qiao Qing and patted his own shoulder, “Do you want to take a nap? It’ll be a while until it’s your turn.”
Qiao Qing nodded then leaned into him.
For some reason, she felt tired.
When others saw Qiao Qing sound asleep, the nervous perfumers exchanged glances. They decided that Qiao Qing had given up and had shut down to pray.
As time went on, all perfumers went up to display their products.
But all the judges displayed looks of displeasure.
Some looked bored and even fatigued.
Qiao Qing was jolted awake by the crowd cheering. When she opened her eyes, she saw Xu Pingting walk up to the judges with her perfume.
The sight of Xu Pingting brought smiles onto the judges’ faces.
Only Zhang Heng, who sat in the middle, appeared calm.
After smelling world-class perfume, Xu Pingting’s product meant nothing to him.