Gong Rui was taken aback, then nodded as if she understood, "That seems to be the case. How did you know?"

Qi Jiu looked at her, a smile playing on her lips. "It's a secret."

"And what Tong Lu said is also true. She was doing her homework and was suddenly disturbed. It's normal for her to be in a bad mood, right? Everything was in accordance with the rules. Bai Liang can't do anything. If he said or did something, that would be called petty."

Furthermore, Tong Lu already knows that Bai Liang took on a pharmacy apprentice who has achieved nothing. It's easy to imagine that Bai Liang's popularity in the design guild is now so low that even his fellow designers probably look down on him.

That day, Qi Jiu sat on the sofa in Wei Huan's office, leisurely drinking tea. The office seemed to be hers, while the office's owner appeared somewhat reserved.

"Taking leave again."

Qi Jiu held the design competition poster in her hand and nodded. "Hmm, they didn't tell you?"

“…I already said it.” Wei Huan sat down on the sofa next to her somewhat cautiously, and seeing Qi Jiu’s nonchalant attitude, he couldn’t help but speak up.

"The president of the design guild personally asked for leave for you. This is... this... they asked you for sponsorship for this design competition? Are you one of the organizers? Why would they personally ask for leave for you?"

Qi Jiu looked at the "G" circled on the poster and pursed her lips. "No, I'm a judge."

Wei Huan: "...Huh?"

Forgive him for not quite thinking straight right now, a judge? A financial tycoon as a judge for designers?

As he spoke, Wei Huan took out another poster from the side, paused, and looked at the names of the judges on the poster.

That shouldn't be the case; her name isn't on it. Could it be hidden?

Seeing Wei Huan's utterly bewildered expression, Qi Jiu smiled. "Let's go."

Qi Jiu took the design competition registration poster and walked straight out of the principal's office, leaving Wei Huan, who was still inside, unable to understand what the judge meant.

Inside the lab, Zhu Luoxing stared in surprise at what Qi Jiu was holding. "Godfather, you're interested in this design competition too? I never knew you had this hobby?"

This competition is rather one-sided. The reason it's so popular at University A is because University A has a dedicated design program. In contrast, this competition also allows you to see designers from all over the country.

There were quite a few people around him studying the posters, but no one signed up. After all, they didn't know anything about it and were just watching for fun.

Before Qi Jiu could answer, a sharp voice came from behind her. "Oh my, let me see who this is. They're interested in design too. Turns out, they're a genius in our pharmacy."

Qi Jiu could recognize the voice without even hearing it.

Han Jiayin appeared with her arms crossed.

"Didn't you say I was indecisive before? Then what are you doing? Signing up? What can you do? Although I haven't studied design for very long, I have a teacher. Some people shouldn't humiliate themselves. Signing up? Give me a break."

Qi Jiu's expression didn't change much; she looked at Han Jiayin as if she were watching a joke. "Did I say I wanted to sign up?"

This time, it was Han Jiayin who was stunned. "Then what is this...?"

"What if I said I was a judge?"

Almost instantly, Han Jiayin burst out laughing, as if she had heard some earth-shattering joke.

"Please, can't you come up with a plausible reason for lying? You say you're a judge? I could say I'm the president of the Design Guild!"

Her laughter continued, while Qi Jiu simply shrugged.

In today's society, nobody believes the truth anymore.

As class was about to start, Han Jiayin, in a good mood, didn't linger and returned to her seat. Qi Jiu looked at the pairs of eyes staring at her and pursed her lips.

"You don't believe me?"

He Qingfeng and Jiang Xin remained silent, simply watching her.

Chu Cangyu immediately shook his head. "Godfather, I believe you. But did Xingyue get sponsorships or investments? I've never heard of you being a judge. It wasn't mentioned on the poster. Godfather, can I come along? I want to see what G looks like."

Qi Jiu: "..." Human-like.

Time passed second by second, and when only Qi Jiu and a few others remained in the classroom after class, a cold voice came from behind the door.

"Excuse me, is Qi here?"

The group looked up and saw Tong Lu, with her hair down, staring at them expressionlessly, seemingly holding something in her hand.

Qi Jiu looked at her and nodded. "I'm here, senior."

Before she could even take off her white lab coat, the girl arrived at the classroom door. Compared to her previous visit to the Design Guild, she seemed to know Tong Lu much better this time.

He's now standing at the door, watching her intently.

"This is what the president asked me to give you."

As she spoke, Tong Lu's eyes looked somewhat lost.

She really couldn't understand why the president had asked her to give the design draft, which was originally meant to be submitted to the president for evaluation, to Qi Jiu. Was Qi Jiu also a designer, or...?

When they first met, she couldn't understand why a pharmacy student would go to such lengths to design a guild.

But the president didn't say anything, and she didn't ask.

She was taken aback when she saw the girl in front of her wearing a white coat and then taking off her mask and gloves.

I've always been in the guild before, and I don't think I've ever really looked into pharmacy. Now it seems that pharmacy is not a simple course at all. The whole person in pharmacy has a different vibe from those who study design.

Qi Jiu looked down at the paper she was handed, and nodded. "Okay, senior, I'll let you know if there are any changes later."

Tong Lu nodded and left.

Their calm demeanor made it seem as if they had never been there at all.

As the girl turned around, she found several pairs of eyes staring at her from behind, their expressions almost identical.

Qi Jiu: "..."

And so, under the watchful eyes of those few pairs of eyes, she returned to her original position. "Ask."

A single, simple word made Chu Cangyu, who was standing next to him like an excited puppy, immediately lean in. "Godfather, wasn't that Tong Lu, the senior student majoring in design?"

"yes."

"Then I can..."

Before Chu Cangyu could finish speaking, he saw his master reach straight for the paper in Qi Jiu's hand.

"Smack!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Chu Cangyu looked up with a hint of grievance, only to see Qi Jiu's smiling expression. "No."

Chu Cangyu: "..." He hadn't even finished speaking, how do you know it's impossible?

"But Godfather, you really are a judge for this design competition."

Qi Jiu spent most of her time at school with them, and they never imagined that she would know Tong Lu. Now, this is the only possibility.

"Have I ever lied to you?"