The-blue's organizing committee held a meeting immediately after the morning competition to discuss any unexpected issues that had arisen during the final judging phase of the competition.

In the end, the organizing committee unanimously agreed to replace Hanwei, but no other judges could be found in a short time, so many people supported the replacement of judges after the second round of the competition.

"But what if it happens again?" Marcus looked coldly at the rest of the room, "The-Blue has already happened to it, and I don't want a series of rounds where the judges can't decide on the score, which will call into question The-Blue's impartiality." ”

"However, in an hour or two, it is almost impossible to find a referee who is more powerful than Mr. Hanwei. An elderly staff member said.

"If you can trust me, the replacement of the Hanwei judges, I'll find you. Marcus said.

"Come on, this is the-blue's grand final, do you think any foodie can be a judge?" said the young man sitting across from Marcus dissatisfied.

Marcus glanced at the young man, a chuckle tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, the person I'm looking for is definitely capable of being a judge for the-blue, in fact, he can only serve for one at most, so before the next round begins, please be sure to find a replacement for Mr. Hanwei. With his head down, Marcus scribbled down a person's name in his notebook and tore the page off.

Everyone else looked at the page in Marcus's hand, and the young man who questioned Marcus just now raised his hand, "If it's him, I don't have a problem, but can you invite it?"

"Rest assured, he's watched all the games since The-Blue, and I guess he wants to be a part of it now, right?" Marcus whispered.

"Alright, I'll leave this matter to you. If he wishes, let him be the judge for the time being. If he doesn't agree, let him trouble Hanwei judges for another competition. The old man sitting in the center whispered, but his eyes caught his eyes again on Marcus's piece of paper, on which there was only one name—Milne.

……

Zheng Ke simply had lunch in the restaurant and came to the player's lounge.

Obviously, his eyes are tired, but his spirit is very excited.

This state has not appeared for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Zheng Ke closed his eyes, and the whole person was half asleep.

Zheng Ke ...... The race is about to start, so please prepare. The staff pushed open the door and said to Zheng Ke, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Oh...... Good. Zheng Ke immediately opened his eyes and stood up from his seat, "I'm ready." ”

"Then please come with me. The staff whispered.

Zheng Ke followed the staff to the entrance of the player's passage, but saw Que Zhengqing also walking over under the leadership of the staff.

Zheng Ke's understanding of Que Zhengqing is limited to the unpleasant labels of 'indifference', 'arrogance', and 'realm', as for Que Zhengqing's personality, he really rarely has the opportunity to come into contact with it.

"You're really unlucky. After the staff left, Que Zhengqing took the lead in breaking the silence.

"So, you're a lucky one?" Zheng Ke asked rhetorically.

"Nonsense, if my opponent is Ye Qiuling, it will definitely not be as easy as today. Que Zhengqing glanced at Zheng Ke.

"Actually, it's the same for me. Que Zhengqing, it's also my luck to meet you. Zheng Ke chuckled.

"What are you talking about?" Que Zhengqing looked at Zheng Ke angrily, "Do you look down on me?"

"Cheng Huaizhi, Bayer, Catherine and you - if I had to choose one of these four people as an opponent, I would choose you. Zheng Ke said truthfully.

"Good. I remembered your words. When it's time to play, I'm not going to give you any face. Que Zhengqing gritted his teeth and said.

"Que Zhengqing, didn't anyone tell you? Zheng Ke frowned and looked at Que Zhengqing dissatisfied.

"Deaf...... Noisy ......" Que Zhengqing was so angry that the muscles of his whole body trembled, and he was just about to refute Zheng Ke, when he suddenly thought that if he did this, wouldn't it be in line with what Zheng Ke said about 'noise'?

It's disgusting!

Que Zhengqing clenched his fists tightly and looked at Zheng Ke very dissatisfied.

At this moment, the host of the arena shouted into the tunnel of the players: "...... Next, please come to the second round of the knockout round, the two players in the last game, Zheng Ke and Que Zhengqing!"

Zheng Ke was the first to walk into the venue, and Que Zhengqing was slightly stunned, but he quickly followed.

"The title of this game is soft-shelled turtles, the duration is three hours, and the game starts now. ”

Que Zhengqing and Zheng Ke glanced at each other, did not make any movement from each other, and turned directly towards their respective operating tables.

"Oh, it seems that Xiaoqing's relationship with the opponent is not very good. Fu Xiuyun, who was sitting in the audience, crossed his arms to his chest and looked at the two people in the arena, "Forget it, anyway, this is a cooking competition, and what needs to be tested is the cooking skills of two people, as for the rest, it's not impossible to put it aside for the time being." ”

"Chef Fu, is there anyone sitting next to you?" said to Fu Xiuyun in French.

Fu Xiuyun turned his head to look at the person who spoke, Bayer was looking fierce, looking down at Fu Xiuyun, and the light in his eyes was even more vicious.

"Bayer, come, sit. Long time no see. Fu Xiuyun's eyes saw that Bayer was carrying a backpack, but it was not his usual right hand.

Bayer also noticed Fu Xiuyun's gaze, and simply put the backpack on the ground, while he sat on the seat next to Fu Xiuyun.

"Well, it was a difficult game in the morning and it was a tough fight for me. The physical exertion is somewhat large. Bayer said.

"That's right...... Indeed, Ye Qiuling's strength is very strong. Fu Xiuyun's gaze moved to the arena.

"I think,If it's possible,It's better to invite Yuanyue Academy, right?" Bayer paused for about ten seconds before suddenly speaking.

"Why do you say that?" Fu Xiuyun asked rhetorically.

"I think the chief of the Far Moon School Park may be very good. Bayer whispered.

"But you should also know,In March next year,The third grade of the Far Moon School Park has graduated,The chief of the Ten Masters of the Far Moon will also be replaced,At that time,The new third grade should not be enough to support the entire Far Moon School Park, right?"

"Isn't that what you want?" asked Bayer.

Fu Xiuyun frowned, and glanced at Bayer dissatisfied, why is this person such a bastard?

Seeing the look on Bayer's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Fu Xiuyun sighed, this kind of person is really annoying to talk.