Chapter 82 I'm so scared~
Wen Nanxi suppressed her laughter:
"No, no, why would I be so upset to see someone score higher than me? Couldn't you be more rigorous when explaining the design? Or are you saying, 'This contestant's work is plagiarized?' How can you not even understand the design elements?"
Ji Jiaojiao bit her lip and said in shame and anger:
"Don't talk nonsense! Do you know how serious a crime plagiarism is? It's fatal to a designer. I won't allow you to slander me and my work like this!"
Wen Nanxi sighed, shook his head, and didn't want to talk.
Zhu Youyou didn't intend to let her go:
"You'd better explain yourself clearly. If you frame other contestants like this, I have the right to disqualify you."
“Tsk.”
Wen Nanxi said with disdain:
"You're being disqualified for no reason. Do you have anything else to say? Couldn't you use this time to study your professional knowledge?"
Zhu Youyou: "Are you questioning my professionalism? How dare you!"
Wen Nanxi rolled her eyes at her and said coldly:
"The cloud shoulder is a common accessory for Ming Dynasty Hanfu, not Song Dynasty. You can get such simple common sense wrong and still get a 9.9 point, haha."
Ji Jiaojiao: ...
Zhu Youyou: ...
There was laughter at the scene.
"This is the simplest and most basic common sense about Hanfu, right? If you pay attention when looking for information, you won't make any mistakes."
"She couldn't have plagiarized it, could she? Look, her face has turned green."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, how embarrassing! Even the judges can make mistakes. I really wonder how this judge got elected."
Ji Jiaojiao listened to the discussion and pretended to be pitiful and retorted:
"I...I just said it wrongly. I know it's Ming Dynasty rule."
Wen Nanxi: "Oh~ You're wrong. Then Teacher Zhu Youyou is also wrong?"
Zhu Youyou felt so suffocated that she was almost having high blood pressure, so she could only say:
"Oh, I was wrong too. Okay, next one."
Wen Nanxi curled her lips:
"The theme of this year's Silver Moon Cup Design Competition is Chinese traditional style. I didn't expect the judges to be so unfamiliar with Chinese traditional style. First they said cheongsam wasn't Chinese traditional style, and now they've mistakenly called a Ming dynasty cloud shoulder a Song dynasty one. Sigh, being a judge is so easy."
This blatant mockery made Zhu Youyou furious like a pufferfish, and he slammed the table again:
"Wen Nanxi! You're just a contestant. It's not your turn to question me. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have you kicked out!"
Wen Nanxi patted his chest and said, "Oh, I'm so scared~"
Zhu Youyou: ...
Why is this guy so irritating!!!
The audience burst into laughter, and Zhu Youyou had no idea that she was being scolded online, and the live broadcast room was almost blacked out.
The Su family’s public relations team was paralyzed.
Firstly, they couldn't scold the group of passers-by and internet trolls online, and secondly, many of their accounts had their mouths covered, and the overwhelming scolding almost drowned them.
The person in charge knew that things had gone wrong and quickly called Su Moan.
"Hey, Master Su, this situation... is out of control. Miss Zhu keeps jumping around in the minefield. Many of our accounts have been blocked, and the trending searches have been suppressed. There's really nothing we can do..."
Su Moan was enjoying himself on a yacht at this moment, with the sea breeze blowing gently and beauties all around him. When he heard the news coming from the other end of the phone, he raised his eyebrows:
"You've messed this up, how stupid! You're preparing for a press conference, trying to find an excuse to whitewash yourself, and then controlling the comments. Do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing?"
The person in charge looked at the growing number of comments and the trending searches about Wen Nanxi and said awkwardly:
"Young Master Su, we can't control him... It's obvious that there's someone behind Wen Nanxi, and it seems like they have more power than us."
"Who are you talking about? Wen Nanxi?"
Su Mo'an frowned slightly, digging out that cold and distant figure from the depths of his memory.
The person in charge said: "Yes, Mr. Su, it is rumored online that Wen Nanxi is the wife of Fu Ciyan of the Fu family."
Su Moan chuckled softly:
"Fu Ciyan... what a coincidence..."
The person in charge was confused by Su Mo'an's inexplicable words and asked weakly:
"What should we do now, Mr. Su?"
"After all, she's my Su Mo'an's fiancée. I'll try my best to control the comments and prevent her from getting scolded too harshly. I'll deal with the rest when I get back."
Su Mo'an stood up, stretched, and casually embraced a beautiful woman and kissed her twice, then said loudly:
"Okay, darlings, the vacation is over, let's go home."
…
At the competition site, the host announced the scores.
"9.0 points."
"8.9 points."
"9.9 points."
"9.1 points."
"Contestant Ji Jiaojiao scored 9.225 points. Please give your ratings, audience members."
There was a lot of booing from the audience, and many people even shouted about score manipulation and shady dealings.
But this time the director didn't care, and the audience gave it a score of 8.5, which directly raised the score to 9.08.
Lin Zhiyi's design was actually very outstanding, but due to Ji Jiaojiao's mistake and Zhu Youyou's favoritism, it caused dissatisfaction among many people, so the score was so low.
Ji Jiaojiao's nails dug deep into her palms and she was almost crying.
With such a low score, she might not even make it to the finals.
She walked all the way to the contestant seat with her head lowered, sat down next to Wen Nanxi, and gnashed her teeth:
"Are you satisfied now?"
Wen Nanxi nodded: "Yes, I am very satisfied."
Ji Jiaojiao sneered: "Even if I let you win a game, Brother Yan will be mine sooner or later. Believe it or not, I can make him abandon you anywhere."
Wen Nanxi didn't bother to pay attention to this female competition brain and nodded perfunctorily:
"Ah, yes, yes, you are right."
There were a total of twenty-six contestants, and after all of them had presented their works, the final champion was selected.
Wen Nanxi stood on the podium, feeling moved.
Four years later, she did it again and won the preliminary championship again.
There were twenty-six contestants, with scores from high to low, and a total of thirteen contestants entered the finals.
Ji Jiaojiao was just stuck at fourteenth place, and Wen Nanxi almost laughed out loud when he saw her jealous face.
After the competition, the contestants left the stage one by one, and Xia Tian and He Yan were waiting for her at the exit.
Wen Nanxi and An Qianxue ran towards the exit impatiently. The heavy trophy covered half of her face. As soon as they left the exhibition hall, they saw snowflakes falling from the sky, and the whole world was white.
“It’s snowing.”
Wen Nanxi looked up, his soul immersed in the heavy snow.
An Qianxue: "Yes, the first snow this year came exceptionally late."
The next second, a cold wind blew in, Wen Nanxi shivered, and all the aesthetic thoughts were forgotten. He quickly wrapped himself in his coat.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's freezing."
She was afraid of the cold and didn't wear much today, so she walked faster. The ground was very slippery after the snow, and Wen Nanxi couldn't see the road clearly while holding the trophy. She lost her balance and fell forward.
"Be careful."
He Yan hurried forward and supported Wen Nanxi.
Fu Ciyan, who was not far away, watched this scene with a warmth in his eyes that was even colder than the heavy snow...
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