After a long while, the staff finally announced the masters' scores. "Overall score: 70 for creativity, 86 for effectiveness."
"Is the effectiveness score so high?" Some students found it difficult to understand, and the hall was filled with the buzzing sound of mosquitoes.
Dong, there was a crisp sound of a wooden hammer knocking on the podium, the scene suddenly became quiet, and then a sage began to speak.
"Although the idea is not particularly eye-catching and overlaps with some potions in the records, the effect is very significant. It can store a large amount of electricity. If the materials can be improved and the production cost can be reduced, it can be popularized. Gene, you can get the title of master with this potion." The sage gave an astonishing evaluation, and the students on the scene also exclaimed.
Osuna sat at the side of the venue, looking at Loran Hill in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. Why was it always her? She had worked so hard and received such praise, but why couldn't the legitimate son of the Duke of Griffin look at her? It was so unfair.
It was not until she heard the cheers from the audience that she woke up. She looked up and saw Chief Gene accepting the applause. She was at a loss. What happened? Did he win the championship? Do I have nothing?
Although Gene scored highly for effectiveness, he only received 70 points for creativity, which was still not enough to overpower Osuna. After all, the Rainbow Bottle Competition is primarily about encouraging innovation. After learning about the situation, Osuna gradually felt relieved.
"What Chief Gene? From now on, I'll be called Chief Osuna," she thought to herself, pinching her nails. Meanwhile, the final contestant of the competition slowly appeared before everyone.
After Loran Hill adjusted her headband and skirt, two short strands of hair fell on the sides of her ears, and the rest of her soft hair was draped over her shoulders. Her rose-red dress swayed slightly with her steps.
When she walked up to the podium, the lights shone on her beautiful and perfect face, her watery black pupils moved gently, and the whole scene fell into a brief silence.
"I'm Roland, a sophomore from the Walled City Academy. This is my creation, the [Ghostly Soul-Concentrating Potion]." The voice was clear and ethereal, gently spreading throughout the venue.
After nearly a year at Emenas, Loran Hill finally stepped onto the stage before the eyes of thousands. Perhaps, many years later, many people would no longer remember her entry, but those few brief seconds of the opening performance, that flawless and dreamy girl under the lights, remained etched in the minds of the students present, like a first love they had never known.
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