After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, then erupted into a heated discussion.

One of the female designers' voices was particularly loud in disbelief.

"How could this be!"

The surrounding people turned their attention to her and discovered that it was the girl in the pink dress who had been predicted to advance during the bet.

The person who was pressing her down was stunned. "No way? Even she didn't advance. Who else in the group advanced?"

"Number One?!"

All eyes turned to Su Yan in disbelief once again.

This result surprised everyone, especially after they saw the official rankings.

When the girl in the pink dress saw that she was in fourth place, just one step away from advancing, her body went limp and she almost fell to the ground. If someone next to her hadn't caught her quickly, she would have definitely fallen in a sorry state.

Even after supporting her, it couldn't calm her down.

"How could this be? I can make it into the top ten in the National Emerging Designer Competition, so why can't I even make it into the top nine in this competition?"

Faced with her tearful grievances, the other contestants didn't know how to comfort her.

It's such a pity. If it were a team like theirs, whose strength is clearly not up to par, then it wouldn't be so bad that they lost and there's nothing to be upset about.

However, it's not easy to accept that someone so talented and promising, whom everyone thought would advance, suddenly suffers a crushing defeat.

"Why don't you go ask the competition organizers?"

Someone's tentative suggestion reminded the girl in the pink dress, who got up from the ground and hurriedly ran towards the organizing committee.

When she arrived, she found that she wasn't the only one there. Several people were dissatisfied with the competition results, and most of them were from her team.

The girl in the pink dress felt more confident seeing so many people around.

Everyone rallied together, protesting to the organizers: "We demand a reasonable explanation: why can number 1 go in, but we can't?"

The staff member in charge also looked embarrassed and tried to calm them down by inviting the judges over.

"I understand your feelings. The judges will be here soon and will give you an answer."

The judges were invited three or four times, and they reluctantly came.

They took out a set of all their design works, shuffled them, and laid them out in front of the skeptics.

"First, exclude your own works, then rank these works, think about where you would rank them, compare them with the rankings we set, and then discuss whether it is fair or not."

That's a fair and just statement.

Everyone accepted the result and began voting to rank the entries. The top three entries with the most votes were selected to advance.

Looking at the rankings of the works they voted on, the judges couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh.

The staff announced the author numbers of the top three authors.

When everyone saw that the work they had unanimously voted for in first place was actually created by number one, they were all dumbfounded.

The judges said helplessly, "Your own selections are the same as ours, so what's there to question?"

The girl in the pink dress stared intently at the design draft, completely in disbelief.

"Is she really that amazing?"

Just as everyone was convinced and preparing to leave, someone suddenly said something.

"Don't you guys think this number one piece is very similar to Joan's style?"

This sentence made everyone stop in their tracks. When they looked back at the work of number one, it was as if they had discovered a new world.

"Qiong?! Qiong is participating in the competition too?!"

If Joan also participates in the competition, what's the point of them competing? A bunch of Gold Saints versus a King? That's no joke!

"How could that be? As far as I know, Joan went back a long time ago. And why would she come to participate in this kind of competition? Is she bored?"

The person who said this and the person who brought up Qiong are the same person, Lin Hui.

When Lin Hui saw the competition results and Su Yan advanced, she was greatly surprised. Without thinking, she went to the organizing committee to protest, only to find that groups of people had already gathered there.

She took advantage of the confusion, and when she saw Su Yan's artwork in the crowd, she suddenly realized what was going on.

"Plagiarism! If it wasn't plagiarism, how could someone like her, who can't even name a person, have beaten us?"

Lin Hui's words immediately drew strong agreement from all the contestants.

"Yes! Plagiarism! She plagiarized Joan's work!"

"Your competition organizers actually allowed a plagiarist to advance; isn't that blatantly supporting plagiarism?!"

The judges' worst fears came true.

However, their response that "this work cannot be definitively classified as plagiarism" did not appease the contestants who were questioning it. Instead, it fueled their fighting spirit, and the situation became difficult to control.

"Since the organizers can't give us justice, we'll have to seek it elsewhere!"

The contestants who raised questions did not get the answers they wanted, and one by one they left cursing.

Lin Hui watched as everyone left, looking aggrieved and indignant, and a triumphant smile curved her lips.

She wasn't in a hurry to leave, and strolled leisurely around the area, as if waiting for something.

After everyone left and the place became deserted, Mr. Wu and Su Yan walked out side by side, chatting and laughing.

Mr. Wu praised you lavishly: "Your performance today far exceeded my expectations. How many more surprises do you have in store for me?"

Su Yan felt embarrassed by his praise.

"I was just lucky to come across a question that I'm good at."

"You're being too modest. I'm already looking forward to working with you, which will be a good deal for Yi'an."

Mr. Wu's last sentence suddenly turned melancholy. He didn't know whether Yi An had gotten such a big order or such a beautiful woman.

The two walked out, chatting away. As soon as they stepped out the door, a figure strode over.

Su Yan looked at Yi An, who appeared before her, in surprise. "Why are you here?"

Yi An didn't even glance at President Wu, but smiled and pinched her cheek, saying with a face full of affection, "You won't let me come to see you off, but you won't let me come to pick you up?"

He stepped aside, revealing two little ones hopping and skipping behind him.

"Look, who's here to pick you up."

Yi Kangle looked at Su Yan hesitantly, his little mouth opening and closing before finally calling out, "Mommy!"

He shyly buried his head in Su Yan's lap.

Su Yan felt a lump in her throat and bent down to pick him up.

"Oh, my good son."

Yi An glanced in Wu's direction and cleared her throat as if giving a signal.

Su Xiaoyu touched the lollipop in her schoolbag, reluctantly looked up, and asked perfunctorily, "Dad, who is this uncle?"