The judges couldn't help but look forward to it, silently guessing in their hearts, what kind of food would she come up with this time?!

Miraculously, this young Asian girl can easily tell what kind of food she is holding just by the movements of her hands and the changes in her facial expressions!

"Bread, it must be bread! It's still one bite at a time! The surprise was the second director and assistant judge, who was a little older, and his temples were already a little gray.

"It's a cake, looking at her little action of rubbing her face with her fingers, it must be the cream touching her face, it's so cute." The one who was soft-spoken for fear of disturbing Jian Han's performance was the screenwriter who was the most optimistic of her among the three deputy judges.

"Haha, it's a pickled cucumber, look at her wrinkled face!" This time, it's the older director again.

Before you know it, this freshman entrance test has turned into a guessing game!

Miss.J is getting more and more restless, hell, is she playing Bitch or a chef!

Finally, again, when she bent down and rummaged in the food basket for a long time, but did not take out anything, she sat up straight in frustration, put her right hand on her lower abdomen, and stroked it gently.

After a while, she subconsciously raised her head and looked around hopefully, and after looking around, the light of hope on her face dimmed little by little, leaving only astonishment and loss, and the judges seemed to see that those who took her food and pretended not to see her, and also showed kindness to her but did not get the same kindness in return, and felt the same way.

The room was quiet for a while.

Just when she was depressed, her body leaned forward suddenly, and then leaned back again, and reached out in a panic to grab it around, but her right hand retracted sharply, her brows furrowed, and she touched the back of her hand—

The screenwriter reviewer with the most imagination stared at her tightly and spoke softly: "The carriage stopped suddenly, she didn't sit still, she reached out and grabbed the person next to her, but was neatly knocked off by the person next to her." ”

The Asian girl in front of her performed really wonderfully, even if there was only one person, but with her movements, people clearly saw the existence of the person in the car with her.

The screenwriter judge sighed softly, as a veteran screenwriter who has participated in the adaptation of Broadway operas many times, he has naturally already seen who the Asian girl in front of him is the second Bitch-

Lanolin balls.

The classic masterpiece of the French short story master Maupassant, "Sheep Fat Ball".

The screenwriter, who foresaw what would happen next, couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, but didn't interrupt the girl's performance out loud.

Gently stroking the back of her hand and sitting up straight, the girl quickly looked up to the left, and then, with a frightened expression on her face, she subconsciously shrank to the right.

The judges' hearts shrank at the same time, as if an invisible hand grabbed their hearts and pinched them fiercely.

Obviously, she had just been beaten hard, but she subconsciously leaned towards the person who beat her, and the car door opened, what did she see?

It's so worrying.

The girl shrank to her feet, dodged around for a while, and then sat down again, this time her upper body no longer shaking, symbolizing that she had disembarked from the carriage and entered a room.

She looked at her in horror at first, as if she wanted to seek strength from her companions, and after a while, she seemed to realize something, her beautiful and slender neck, bent down little by little, and her head hung deep on her chest, but even so, the companions did not seem to let her go, and one by one, their eyes pierced her like needles.

She gradually fidgeted and moved her body slightly, but no matter how she moved, she couldn't avoid the gaze from all directions.

The girl's body stiffened, and she hung her head and remained motionless, like a dying swan and like a martyr.

In the middle of the night, she raised her head a little, stretched out her hands, and gently smoothed the folds on her skirt, and at the same time, a quiet and peaceful smile bloomed on her face, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in holy light, like a virgin.

Miss.J couldn't stand it anymore, he slapped the table and interrupted Jian Han's performance with an expressionless face: "I'm sorry! I can't tell you're playing Bitch, so I think you're a complete failure in this round! ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt a strange gaze from both sides, Miss.J's face darkened, his eyes widened, he swept to the side, and said dissatisfiedly: "What, am I not right?" ”

Several deputy judges looked at each other and smiled wryly at the same time, and finally, it was the kind screenwriter who spoke: "Miss.J, what she performed is the classic masterpiece of the French short story master Mr. Maupassant, "Sheep Fat Ball"! ”

Miss.J stiffened, turned her head a little bit, and looked at Donald who was sitting on the other side, the corners of the latter's lips were slightly hooked, and a pair of eyes were extremely deep, and she opened her mouth seemingly casually: "What, Mr. J, don't you see?" ”

Miss.J:“……”

These bastards ahhh

And Jian Han in front of him had already stood up from his chair, his face returned to his usual shallow smile, and he opened his mouth clearly: "Teachers, my performance is complete." ”

After a pause, she added with a smile: "Yes, I am playing the ball of mutton fat written by Monsieur Maupassant. ”

The chief judge, Mr. Donald, only asked her to perform another Bitch, but not for how long, she thought that as long as the character she performed was recognized by the judges, she was considered to have completed the task.

Obviously, several deputy judges also know this, so even if they all saw the role played by Jian Han, they couldn't help but say it one by one, just to let this Asian girl's wonderful performance continue.

Seeing that I was about to reach the climax of the book, I was disturbed by illiteracy!

That's right, now Miss.J has a new name in the hearts of several deputy judges, illiterate!

It's infuriating!

Under the unkind gaze of several deputy judges beside him, Miss.J, who had a black face, said that he didn't want to talk to anyone now!

The strong dough was a little hot, and Miss.J scolded in his heart, hell, he was so obsessed with it, he didn't even recognize the mutton fat ball! Now that he has lost his face, he can imagine how the three old things next to him will laugh at him on Twitter!

Miss.J looked high, and several deputy judges naturally looked at Donald, who smiled slightly, looked fixedly at the Asian girl standing in front of him, and asked slowly and clearly, "Thethird?"