In the silence, Jiang Nuan heard a crisp laugh.

Her red lips bent, her expression was full of mockery, "Of course, you can also argue, after all, "Blood Drop" and "Death Stone" are too similar."

"For what you have put all your efforts and energy into your favorite design, which is bound to help you win the championship, there is also a possibility of making mistakes of 0.01 points."

"After all, you are not a professional jewelry appraiser, of course, this is not the main reason why I question you."

Jiang Qianxue's body shook slightly, her eyes were cold, and Jiang Nuan was tightly swaying.

For the first time, in public, this "dignified and weak" woman stared at her sister, and her smile and warmth were lost on her face.

Jiang Nuan looked straight into her eyes, with a sweet smile, and could even be described as being cheerful, and her tone suddenly changed, "Le Qing."

Le Qing, who was staring at the death stone in a daze, heard his name unexpectedly, subconsciously turned around and looked over, "Ah?"

Jiang Nuan pointed to the "femme fatale" playfully, "Tell me, what emotions did you feel in this work?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, her cheeks flushed quickly, and her tone was stuttering, "I..."

Jiang Nuan smiled at her, "Don't be nervous, just say whatever you think."

Le Qing barely suppressed her nervousness, and like a primary school student asked by the teacher, she stood up respectfully and stared at the "femme fatale" with unprecedented attention. Her voice was very small, "...it's very cold...it's like...it's cold on snowy days..."

Jiang Nuan did not hide her praise at all, "It's right, Huo Mian, you said."

"Blood!" The woman named Huo Mian stared at the ruby ​​that seemed to flow in blood, and opened her mouth without hesitation, "Diet, but... it seems a little different..."

"Despair," another award-winning designer spoke quickly, with a serious tone and expression, "There's something else..."

Another designer took over the conversation and breathed a little rapid. "In theory, the feeling this work gives people should be very depressing, but... damn it! What is that feeling..."

A professional judge spoke, "This is the most charming part of this work! The combination of death stone and poppy is like the song "Black Friday". Every beat is broken at the most uncomfortable point. Just listening makes people feel ominous, but this work is so beautiful, its negative emotions are neutralized by some emotion..."

The judge stared at Jiang Qianxue with sharp eyes, "Miss Jiang Qianxue, if I had known your creative philosophy and had this work been so inconsistent with me, I would definitely not vote for you! Now, as its designer, please answer me seriously, how did you do it?"

Jiang Qianxue stood stiffly on the stage, her face as white as frost and snow.

Countless sharp and gazes were slashing on her body like a knife, hitting the tip of her heart, the most guilty point.

All designers expressed their opinions on "her works", none of which was linked to the so-called "femme fatale" and "the evil spirit of the country".

Her superficial creative philosophy sounds like a huge joke at this moment.

Seeing that his daughter was forced to get out of the stage, Mrs. Jiang was furious, "There is no problem with Qianxue's design. Why don't you give her a championship? Jiang Nuan, what's your intention to incite the crowd to target her?"
Chapter completed!