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nXu Lu chuckled, “I see who you really are. I find this funny. I must be crazy for wasting my time talking to you.”

nShe then turned around.

nSomeone behind her laughed, “A b!tch traitor trying to look like a good guy!”

n“Exactly…”

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nQiao Qing had no idea what others had said about her.

nAfter lunch, she returned to the main hall with Jun Yexuan, Qi Yusen, and the others.

nMaybe she was delusional, but she felt like everyone looked at her differently. Yet none of them said anything.

nJun Yexuan and Qi Yusen narrowed their eyes as coldness emitted off their bodies.

nQiao Qing didn’t think much of it and calmly walked to the resting area.

nThough the first round eliminated the majority of the people, most people chose to stay behind to watch the second round.

nIt was obvious they were all there to see how Qiao Qing was going to embarrass herself.

nAt 1:30 pm, the MC and the judges walked up on stage.

n“Everyone, thanks for waiting. After this morning, we have 50 perfumers left.”

n“We are going to start the second round of the competition, which is the final round. This round is an individual contest.”

n“Please come up here and take a draw. Similar to this morning, the draw will determine your order.”

nAs she spoke, a man walked up and held onto a bucket with the draws inside.

nQiao Qing was about to stand up when Jun Yexuan stopped her and kicked Mu Jinghang, “What are you here for?? Go take a draw.”

nMu Jinghang, “…”

nThe kick came out of nowhere, but he didn’t dare to utter a word. He clicked off his phone, slapped the dust off his pants, and walked up.

nAfter he drew the number, Mu Jinghang smiled and looked over to Qiao Qing, “Qiao Qing, you don’t need to worry. I got #50, you’re last.”

nQiao Qing, “…”

nSo, why should she be worried?

nThe MC’s voice came again.

n“This first round was one on one, which means each perfumer was judged by one judge and that judge determined whether or not the perfumer got a pass.”

n“This round, however, every perfumer will be judged by all 13 judges. All judges will be giving out a score.”

n“Alright, since the draws have been made, let’s welcome number one up here.”

nOne of the perfumers got up and walked to the judges.

nJun Yexuan looked over at Qiao Qing and patted his own shoulder, “Do you want to take a nap? It’ll be a while until it’s your turn.”

nQiao Qing nodded then leaned into him.

nFor some reason, she felt tired.

nWhen others saw Qiao Qing sound asleep, the nervous perfumers exchanged glances. They decided that Qiao Qing had given up and had shut down to pray.

nAs time went on, all perfumers went up to display their products.

nBut all the judges displayed looks of displeasure.

nSome looked bored and even fatigued.

nQiao Qing was jolted awake by the crowd cheering. When she opened her eyes, she saw Xu Pingting walk up to the judges with her perfume.

nThe sight of Xu Pingting brought smiles onto the judges’ faces.

nOnly Zhang Heng, who sat in the middle, appeared calm.

nAfter smelling world-class perfume, Xu Pingting’s product meant nothing to him.

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