As the words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on the store manager's hands.
The moment Song Qingyin saw the work clearly, her expression suddenly changed.
However, Pei Leyao and Xiaoyu beside her did not notice and spoke first in the quiet store.
"Wow! This skirt is so beautiful, Sister Qingyin, you are amazing! You are worthy of being a top student of the Royal Academy!"
"Yes, Yinyin mommy, your work is so beautiful, it will definitely look great on you!"
The two people praised Song Qingyin generously, and all the beautiful words were directed to her.
But at this moment, she could hardly stand.
Before he could say anything, Wen Yu, who was sitting opposite him, moved closer to the store manager and looked closely at the signature on the work.
SH.
The two letters are lively and elegant, and are Shuhe’s special signature logo.
...
...
Wen Yu saw it at a glance.
So the next second, she looked up speechlessly at Pei Leyao who was self-deprecating opposite her.
People were still hugging Song Qingyin excitedly and praising her, saying she was both talented and beautiful, and she was very smart...
Wen Yu frowned, "I said...is this your work?"
The slow questioning interrupted the praises from the two people opposite.
"What are you talking about? If it doesn't belong to Sister Qingyin, how can it still be yours?" Pei Leyao retorted immediately after hearing Wen Yu's words.
"Broken girl, now that the results are out, are you still playing dumb?"
"What? Do you still want to say that this is not Sister Qingyin's work, but was painted by that jinx?" Pei Leyao snorted coldly and said disdainfully.
When the onlookers heard this, they started discussing it.
"See, I told you the one from the Royal Academy would win!"
"Really? Those who went to prestigious universities are different! They have the ability!"
"My child also wants to take the art exam. I will ask her to take the exam in this school when I go back!"
"My dear sister, the Royal Academy is a famous foreign university. To get into this school, you need not only ability, but also money and connections. You can't just get in!"
"I see... Alas, it really is a school for rich people!"
"Okay, okay, the results are out. Tell me, does that woman really want to say in front of us that she is a waste?"
"Of course! Get ready to take photos. They will definitely go viral if you post them online!"
Everyone is ready to have fun.
At this time, looking at the signature on the painting, Wen Yu: "..."
And the store manager who knew the result: "..."
And there was Shen Shuhe who remained silent throughout.
The next second, Wen Yu couldn't help but burst out, and slapped the painting directly on the table: "This is Shu He's work!"
For a moment, the world was quiet.
"What did you say?" Pei Leyao looked down.
On the white drawing paper, the lines are smooth and elegant. It seems that only a few strokes are used to outline an exquisite dress draft.
The color combination is harmonious and layered, showing the graceful figure and noble temperament.
Although this work is only a rough draft, it makes people imagine how beautiful they would look when they wear it.
This should be the work of Sister Qingyin, an outstanding graduate of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts. How could it be the work of that shameless woman Shen Shuhe!
"Impossible!" Pei Leyao immediately retorted.
"How is it impossible! Open your eyes and look at the signature here!" Wen Yu raised his voice.
Because of the partition just now, Pei Leyao did not see Song Qingyin's work.
But I recognize her signature.
She quickly pulled away the drawing paper, her eyes fixed to the left as usual.
No signature.
Moving her eyes downward, she saw two letters in the lower right corner——
SH.
Bookshelf.
How could it be Shen Shuhe!
"No! This is not right! Why did she win!" Pei Leyao couldn't believe it, and then suddenly yelled at the store manager: "Did you switch it?"
Everyone present: "..."
All the works are signed, who can swap them?
Besides, they didn’t know the two customers, so why would they swap the works?
The store manager was questioned but did not get angry. He always had a polite smile on his face: "Miss, there is absolutely no possibility of switching in our store."
"It is indeed this lady who won. If you have any objections to the result, we can check the surveillance."
Now that things have come to this, who can't see it?
It turned out that the winner was the girl wearing the hat, but unfortunately some people were so arrogant and self-willed that they ended up becoming a joke.
"It's so funny. They were so confident just now. I really thought they won!"
"It's so funny! He rushed to claim the result before the other party announced it, and he praised the other party for a lot."
"She should want to travel back to that moment and slap herself twice now!"
“Haha, if she hadn’t rushed to claim it, she could have left quietly now. But after this incident, everyone knows that the famous Royal Academy art student lost to the opponent! Not only that, but she has to apologize, hahaha!”
"By the way, where did that girl in the hat graduate from? It can't be more awesome than the Royal Academy!"
These words fell into the ears of Pei Leyao and others.
Song Qingyin grabbed the strap of her bag, with a cold look in her eyes.
She looked at Pei Leyao, whose face was even paler, and thought to herself what a waste.
After thinking for two seconds, she said with a smile: “Le Yao, it seems that Miss Shen is really amazing. Although she studied management and works at Pei’s, I didn’t expect that she is also so good at design!”
After hearing this, Pei Leyao finally reacted.
"Chen Shuhe! You obviously studied management, when did you study design!" As she said that, she glanced at the store manager and said sarcastically: "I think your brand designer is also blind and can't even tell the difference between good and bad!"
All employees of Missing brand: “…”
Store Manager: "Miss, this event is meant to be an entertainment competition, and the results are indeed subjective..."
Pei Leyao snorted when she heard this, "See, they admitted it themselves!"
"This is a shady shop, the boss is blind! Don't come here again!"
"I haven't finished speaking yet." The store manager continued patiently, "But our designer said so."
"This lady's work is extremely talented and admirable. As for the other one, he only said three words..."
After she finished speaking, everyone looked at her curiously.
Wen Yu and Shen Shuhe looked at each other and also cast their gazes.
"Which three words?" Pei Leyao asked.
Under everyone's gaze, the store manager slowly said, "It's an eyesore."
The world is quiet for a second.
The next moment, there was a great cry of surprise and astonishment at the scene.
"It's an eyesore!? How ugly would that be!"
"I want to see if it can be made public?"
“I’d pay to see it!”
"Let's show it to everyone! As I said before, this selection is too subjective. How about we let everyone choose together?"
Passersby clamored to be made public.
But the expressions of Pei Leyao and Song Qingyin in the room were so ugly that they could no longer be described.
I almost felt my scalp tingling and I felt so ashamed.
Wen Yu, who was sitting opposite him, was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "Oh my, I am dying of laughter. I praised the Royal Academy for so long, but the result is 'eye-catching'!"
"Ms. Song, your teacher must be so angry that he must be dying!"
"Shut up, old witch!" Pei Leyao was furious. She wanted to tear the woman's mouth apart immediately.
Thinking of this, she rushed over the next second.
However, before his hand touched Wen Yu, he was stopped by Shen Shuhe.
Chen Shuhe shook her off expressionlessly, "Pei Leyao, you should stop making trouble after all this time."
"I am willing to play with you because I am in a good mood today, but now, I am not in the mood."
Pei Leyao looked directly at Shen Shuhe, staring at her fiercely, took two steps towards her, and said word by word: "Ha! I won't stop, what can you do!"
"Goodbye, then."
As soon as the words fell, two deep male voices came from the crowd: "Make way, don't block here, make way!"
"Who called the police?"
Shen Shuhe looked over and raised his hand: “It’s me.”
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