The surging tide of several people could not affect the people on the judges' table at all, Yuan Zhendong took the lead in writing to evaluate his score, and the other judges followed suit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, there were whispered discussions from time to time in the viewing platform, and the eyes that fell on Bei Xiaorou brought some scrutiny and envy.

Yuan Zhendong rated the score, raised his eyes to look at Bei Xiaorou who was still standing in place, and noticed the sweet smile on her face that only when facing her lover, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she vaguely guessed something in her heart.

He raised his hand and tapped on the table, and the cold noise softly spat out three words "next", the meaning of which was self-evident.

His voice pulled Bei Xiaorou's thoughts back, and she withdrew her gaze from the man, turned her head to look at the judges' seat, bent slightly towards a few people, and then picked up the remaining cake in front of her, turned around and walked back to the stage.

When she walked to the steps, she staggered past the thin man with the cake in his hand, and the man proudly and arrogantly lowered the noise, and whispered a sentence in her ear, "Don't be complacent, this level must be my first." ”

Bei Xiaorou was slightly stunned, her steps paused, she looked slightly sideways at his complacent figure, pursed her lips, and her eyes were slightly puzzled and puzzled.

She knew this person, the same person who reported her last time, obviously he and he didn't know each other, but why did he target him like this.

Shaking her head lightly, she didn't want to spend too much energy guessing the other party's purpose for people who had nothing to do with her, she just had to play well.

Turning her head, she continued to walk towards the stage, so she didn't notice that the two men sitting in the audience, whose eyes had been following her, were keenly aware of the brief pause in their staggered passage on the steps, one thoughtful, the other immediately recognized the man, and his dark eyes suddenly became cold and dark.

When Pei Xiaorou put the cake back on her countertop, under the steps, the judges were surprised from the first time they saw the cake made by the man, and then when they tasted it, they nodded with satisfaction from time to time and the fork that did not stop, you can see how much they love the cake in front of them.

Bei Xiaorou, who was standing still, cast her eyes on the cake on the round table, and her face couldn't help but float a trace of admiration, her eyes became more serious, her expression was contemplative, she stared straight at the cake, and began to analyze the ingredients and methods of the cake in her heart through the appearance.

After experiencing the precedent of Bei Xiaorou last time, this time everyone's acceptance is obviously much easier, and seeing the judges' love for the men's cake again, I am not surprised just now.

Looking at the crowd whose reactions seemed much more flat, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the man's eyes, he secretly gritted his teeth, and his eager eyes returned to the judges, intending to hear their praise and comments again as just now, especially hoping to get Yuan Zhendong's comments.

The expectant gaze fell on his face, but he was slightly stunned when he touched his indifferent and unfluctuating eyes, Yuan Zhendong glanced at him, a touch of deep thought flashed in his eyes, and the next moment was a kind of understanding, obviously remembering who he was, frowning slightly at the moment, his face became a little colder.

He put down his fork, looked down at the cake on the plate in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he picked up his pen and quickly typed the score, without saying a word throughout the whole process, and let the other judges comment on the cake made by the man, with a lot of praise and no reaction.

The man stood there, listening to the judges' praise one after another, and a trace of complacency slowly appeared in his eyes, but as the words of the other judges fell, Yuan Zhendong, who was sitting in the middle, never said a word, sitting there with his hands on his chest, with an indifferent and detached face, which made the expression on his face look a little dissatisfied.

He clasped his hands unconsciously, looked at the judges who had all scored well, followed the rules of the competition he had said before, picked up the remaining cakes on the table, turned around and walked back to the competition table, facing the eyes of the other contestants or admiring or inquiring, his face was proud, but there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

He has always been haunted by Yuan Zhendong's indifference.

Walking back to his place, he put down the cake and looked at Bei Xiaorou next to him with jealous eyes, the woman's eyes first fell on the cake he put on the countertop, and then raised her long eyelashes to look at him, biting her lip lightly, and was about to ask him if he could let herself taste the cake he made, when a voice suddenly sounded through the microphone interrupted her thoughts.

Bei Xiaorou had to swallow back the words that were almost in her throat, turned her head to look at the host who walked on stage at some point, and listened carefully to his words.

The host announced that the game was over, and the final score announcement would take place half an hour later, during which time everyone could rest first, but do not leave the playing field.

As soon as the voice fell, the judges on the judges' bench took the lead in getting up and walking to the corridor on the right, the figure quickly disappeared, and the people on the viewing platform also began to stand up, the scene was noisy for a while, and the contestants on the stage waited for the host to finish speaking, and walked to their relatives and friends in the viewing platform, and the scene was lively for a while.

The reporters in the first row did not leave their seats, still sitting in their places, some looked down at the information they had just written down in their hands, recalled the players who performed better, and began to think about the articles to be written, and some saw familiar reporters and whispered some information about each other.

On the right side of the same row, when Pei Minghui and Yang Anan finished speaking, they hurriedly stood up, walked a few steps forward, stood at the foot of the steps, and when Bei Xiaorou approached, they hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand left and right, and asked her repeatedly, whether she was tired, whether she was nervous or something like that.

Looking at their overflowing care, Bei Xiaorou's heart was filled with a warm feeling, and she smiled at them, saying that she was very good.

Zhuo Yuanhang stood a few steps away, watched the two of them block her on the side of the road and began to ask, frowned slightly, stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "Sit down and rest for a while, if you have anything to say, you will ask later." ”

Only then did Pei Minghui and Yang Anan realize their impatience, and hurriedly pulled Bei Xiaorou and walked towards the seat.

After Bei Xiaorou smiled at Zhuo Yuanhang, she looked over to his side to find the figure of the man, and saw him standing in front of the previous seat, in front of him, Shu Manxue tilted her head, as if she was talking to him about something, because she happened to be facing away from her, Bei Xiaorou did not see the expression on her face at the moment.

As early as when Bei Xiaorou was about to walk down, Lei Ziqian had already stood up, and was about to step forward to pick up the woman, but unexpectedly Shu Manxue suddenly stood in front of him and asked him with a look of grievance and sadness, "Brother Ziqian, you have refused to meet me until now, are you still angry with me?" Do you really refuse to forgive me? ”

As the words fell, a trace of water slowly floated in her bright eyes, which looked crumbling, lined with the tears on her soft little face, looking more and more pitiful and distressing.