Song Qingyin was surprised and pointed at herself: "Me?"
Then she waved her hands awkwardly, "Le Yao, you should do it yourself. I'm afraid it will affect your results..."
“Oh, Sister Qingyin, you are an excellent student in art, you are so strong, and you have your own brand, don’t be afraid, you will definitely be able to defeat Shen Shuhe!”
"Then, I'll try my best." Song Qingyin pursed her lips and nodded under Pei Leyao's earnest gaze.
Pei Leyao hugged her with gratitude.
"Hey, Mr. Pei, can you still replace me?" Wen Yu said unhappily.
I thought she was really capable, but it turns out she is just a figurehead and has to rely on others.
Pei Leyao was not afraid at all because Song Qingyin was there. "What's wrong? You can also take her place!"
Wen Yu: “…”
The store manager didn’t say anything. After all, this competition was between two parties, not individuals, so it would be fine as long as someone could take the field.
...
...
In this case, Wen Yu said nothing more, and gave Shen Shuhe a hug, "Come on, Shuhe, you can do it!"
What Royal Academy? Shuhe will be beaten up anyway!
After Shen Shuhe was ready, the two of them moved to the inside of the store under the guidance of the store manager.
A part of the area is specially cleared out here to place seats and tea, which seems to be a special setting for situations like this.
"Ladies, the materials are on the table. You can play as you please. The time limit is forty minutes."
After saying this, the store manager stepped aside and let the two of them get ready.
At the same time, many people gathered outside the store.
The argument between the two parties just now attracted the attention of passers-by, and then they saw the game, which made them even more curious.
Soon the outside glass was cordoned off.
“Is there another competition in this store?”
"Yeah, I don't know who will win the clothes today."
"I think the one in the red coat is okay. I heard she graduated from the Royal Academy of Arts."
"So amazing! Then she will definitely win!"
"I think the girl wearing the hat opposite is pretty cool too. She looks very calm."
"He may be pretending to be calm. He may be afraid of losing badly."
A group of people were discussing enthusiastically, and the sound of discussion spread into the store, and Wen Yu couldn't help but feel nervous.
But her unwavering trust in Shen Shuhe remained unshaken.
"Auntie, will Yinyin's mommy win?" Xiaoyu suddenly asked at this time.
He had seen his mother drawing before, and it was a complete mess…
I don’t know what’s wrong with my mother. She actually drew with Yinyin’s mother.
Pei Leyao replied: "Of course, have you forgotten the clothes she designed for you last year?"
"Xiaoyu, be good. Let's just watch your Yinyin mommy defeat your mom!"
Xiaoyu nodded heavily: "Okay."
Alas, mom can’t help you anymore. It’s your fault that you want to compete with Yinyin’s mommy.
She is an excellent designer.
If his mother loses at that moment, will he go to comfort her?
Xiaoyu thought.
Forget it, Mommy hasn’t apologized to him yet, so he won’t comfort her. It’s Mom’s fault for losing anyway!
After Xiaoyu thought it over, he looked at Song Qingyin excitedly, "Come on, Yinyin mommy!"
Hearing this, Song Qingyin turned around and smiled at him gently.
And Shen Shuhe's gaze faded a little.
One minute later, the game started and the store manager pressed the timer.
At the same moment, Shen Shuhe and Song Qingyin picked up their pens together.
Both chose to create on the spot.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.
Wen Yu stood behind Shen Shuhe, his hands clasped tightly, with only her back in his eyes.
On the opposite side, Pei Leyao and Xiaoyu were also silently cheering for Song Qingyin.
Time passed by bit by bit, and the two people sitting at the table looked serious and focused, and kept moving.
The manager looked at the time and saw five minutes left.
Just then, Song Qingyin put down her pen.
Xiaoyu was surprised: "Yinyin Mommy is done! That's great!"
Pei Leyao also walked over, "Sister Qingyin, you are so amazing!"
Hearing the two people's voices, Wen Yu glanced over and said, "Shut up, can't you see that the time is not over yet?"
Pei Leyao was fearless. "Humph, even if I give her another forty minutes, she probably won't be able to draw it. I might as well surrender!"
After Xiaoyu struggled for a while, he whispered, "Yes, Mom, you can't draw at all, let alone design clothes."
"Yinyin's mommy is very powerful, why don't you just give up."
Wen Yu heard this: "..."
She glanced at Shen Shuhe, and seeing that she was not disturbed, she secretly rolled her eyes at the people opposite her.
There is only one minute left.
Thirty seconds.
At the moment of the end, Shen Shuhe finally put down his pen and looked up.
Wen Yu hurried forward and patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Shuhe."
It would be fine if Pei Leyao, the ignorant little princess, mocked Shuhe, but I didn’t expect that even Pei Qiongyu thought so.
Isn't this like stabbing a knife into Shuhe's heart?
"It's okay." Shen Shuhe said.
“Miss Shen, it must be very difficult to complete, right?”
A voice suddenly interrupted from the other side, and Song Qingyin looked over with a smile.
Chen Shuhe raised his eyes, curled his lips slightly, and said with an ambiguous meaning: "It's okay."
"That's good." Song Qingyin looked away.
Shen Shuhe, let’s see how long you can pretend.
At this time, the store manager stepped forward and took away the two people's works: "Please wait a moment, the results will be out soon."
The store manager left with the work.
Seeing this, passers-by watching outside the door once again sparked a wave of speculation.
"Both of them are quite calm. Are they both professionals?"
"That's impossible... If it was a professional designer, why would everyone come to grab this small-brand dress?"
"Someone must have pretended to be this person."
"Just wait for the result. We'll know who is pretending soon."
A group of people outside were discussing heatedly, and Pei Leyao in the house kept casting provocative glances at them.
Shen Shuhe and Wen Yu ignored it the whole time.
It didn't take long before the store manager showed up, holding a painting in her hand, but it was just one.
After walking in front of everyone, she looked around with a smile and said, "Everyone, please wait a long time. The results are out."
After he finished speaking, Pei Leyao and Xiaoyu looked over excitedly.
Song Qingyin stood by, with her back straight and looking straight ahead with a confident look.
"Okay, let's announce it!" Pei Leyao took Song Qingyin's arm, and before the store manager could speak, she said, "Sister Qingyin, how do you want Shen Shuhe to apologize to us later?"
"How about asking her to shout out the door, 'I am a waste'?"
Song Qingyin looked at her disapprovingly, "Le Yao, Miss Chen is not a fine arts major after all, but she is very brave to participate in the competition. Let's go after we get the skirt."
"That won't do!" Pei Leyao glared at the two people opposite her fiercely: "They are disrespectful to me, you and my brother. We can't let them go so easily!"
"It was already said before the game that whoever wins can deal with the other party, so I..."
"Hey, I mean, have the results been announced yet?" Wen Yu couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted, "What are you all imagining? I think the manager hasn't announced the winner yet, right?"
"Oh, you won't cry until you see the coffin." Pei Leyao crossed her arms and glanced at the store manager: "Then you can announce it."
The store manager nodded and said slowly: "The winning work is... this one!"
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