In the silence, only Jiang Nuan let out a crisp laugh.

Her red lips curled, her expression full of mockery, "Of course, you can still quibble, after all, the "Blood Droplet" and the "Death Stone" are too similar. ”

"For the beloved design that you put into your mouth, you put all your heart and soul into it, and it is bound to help you win the championship, there is also a 0.01% chance of getting it wrong."

"After all, you're not a professional jewelry appraiser, and that's certainly not the main reason for me to question you."

Jiang Qianxue's body shook slightly, her eyes were cold, and she was strangling Jiang Nuan.

For the first time, in public, this "dignified and weak" woman stared at her sister, losing her smile and warmth on her face.

Jiang Nuan looked directly into her eyes, her smile was sweet, and she could even be described as elated, and her tone suddenly changed, "Le Jing." ”

Le Jing, who was staring intently at the Death Stone, suddenly heard his name, and subconsciously turned his head to look over, "Huh? ”

Jiang Nuan playfully pointed to the "femme fatale": "Tell me, what emotions do you feel in this work?" ”

The little girl blinked, her cheeks quickly flushed, and her tone stammered, "I ......"

Jiang Nuan smiled at her, "Don't be nervous, just say whatever comes to mind." ”

Le Jing barely suppressed his apprehension, and like a primary school student who was asked a question by the teacher, he stood up respectfully, staring at the "femme fatale" with all his unprecedented attention, and his voice was very small, "...... It's cold...... It's like...... The kind of cold ...... on a snowy day"

Jiang Nuan made no secret of her appreciation, "That's right, Huo Mian, you say." ”

"Blood!" The woman named Huo Mian stared at the ruby that seemed to flow blood, and opened her mouth without hesitation to say, "Death, but ...... It seems to be a little different again......"

"Despair," said another award-winning designer, his tone and expression equally serious, "and something else......

Another designer took over the conversation, breathing a little short, "It stands to reason that this work should feel very depressing, but ...... Damn it! What the hell is that feeling......

A professional judge said, "This is the most attractive part of this work!" The combination of the Death Stone and the Poppy is like that Black Friday song, where every beat breaks at the most uncomfortable point, and it feels ominous just by listening to it, but this work, it's so beautiful, and its negative emotions are neutralized by some kind of emotion......"

The judge's eyes stared sharply at Jiang Qianxue, "Miss Jiang Qianxue, if I had known your creative concept, and this work is so bullish, I will definitely not vote for you!" Now, as the designer of it, please answer me seriously, how did you do it? ”

Jiang Qianxue stood stiffly on the stage, her face as white as frost and snow.

Countless sharp questioning sights scraped on her body layer by layer like knives, hitting the tip of her heart, the most weak point.

All the designers expressed their opinions on "her works", and none of them were linked to the so-called "femme fatale" and "witch queen of the country".

Her superficial creative concept sounds like a big joke at the moment.

Mrs. Jiang saw that her daughter was forced to get off the stage, and she was instantly furious, "There is nothing wrong with Qianxue's design, why don't you give her the championship?" Jiang Nuan, what is your intention in inciting the crowd against her? ”