Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

At the corner not far from the exhibition hall, Shang Qinghui fiddled with the ends of her carefully curled and oiled hair, and touched the black and white checkered beret on her head.

After realizing that every inch of herself is exquisite and perfect, she raised her foot, but stopped after taking a step, and looked down.

Well, the white lace of the lace stockings exposed by the side of the boots is just right.

She tugged at the hem of the padded jacket again, making sure that it covered the undercoat inside, took a breath, and finally came out from the corner.

Before he had gone a few steps, he saw Meng Weixin coming up from the stairway ahead, talking on the phone.

She was wearing a white chef's uniform in one hand, and held the phone by her ear in the other. She didn't look back, and didn't notice Shang Qinghui who was just a few steps behind her.

Shang Qinghui glanced at it, and originally wanted to look back in a calm manner, but suddenly she was attracted by something, and she looked over abruptly.

But at this moment, Meng Weixin turned her back to her.

Shang Qinghui couldn't help but frown. Although she just glanced at her profile just now, the expression on her face...is a bit strange.

Meng Weixin walked to the entrance of the exhibition hall and hadn't finished making a phone call, so she went in directly, stood by the railing and looked at the scenery below.

When passing by her, Shang Qinghui couldn't help slowing down, only hearing what she said in French:

"I want to be safe... don't give her a chance, just make sure..."

The lights in the showroom are so bright that even the tiny pores on everyone's faces can be seen clearly.

Three operating tables lined up neatly under the stage.

This competition will be held in front of the judges, which will undoubtedly test the mentality of the contestants.

As soon as he entered the door, Shang Qinghui saw Bian Yingning standing in the back corner with Zhang Zhizhi, who was wearing a chef's uniform.

She took off her coat, revealing a black and white plaid sweater with a half turtleneck, paired with tight-fitting gray pencil pants, she looked sassy and neat.

The long hair was coiled behind her head casually, and only a strand of hair fell down her cheek, slipped by her finger, and received behind her ear.

The white chef's uniform was slowly worn on the body, and with the curvature of the neck, it was as elegant as a white swan.

At this moment, Shang Qinghui suddenly saw the word "gentle" in her body.

She seemed to sense her gaze, looked over, and met her eyes.

With a beating heart, Shang Qinghui immediately looked away as if fleeing, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her walking over with something.

"Which group are you in?" Bian Yingning walked in front of Shang Qinghui, her voice was as serious as that of the staff checking whether she could come in.

No, the staff would not dare to speak to her in this tone.

Shang Qingfen pursed her mouth, glared angrily, and just wanted to retort.

But she saw a beating smile on her face that was completely inconsistent with her serious questioning voice.

"..."

Bian Yingning pursed one lip and looked at her with a faint smile. The words that came out of her mouth seemed to be twirling on the tip of her tongue, which seemed to be hooked in people's ears.

She said: "My little temper is pretty big, I know how to run away after just a few words, is that all?"

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes: "I'm too lazy to share my knowledge with you, it's a waste of my time."

"Is it a waste of your time, or you can't tell me?"

"..."

Shang Qinghui felt that her mind was being amused, and she actually felt that Bian Yingning was gentle for a moment?Does she have anything to do with this word, she is gentle?Wild boars can climb trees.

"Come here, Mark hasn't arrived yet, the lottery will be drawn soon, how about your luck, why don't you draw for us?" Bian Yingning didn't wait for Shang Qinghui to reply, and led her towards Zhang Zhizhi.

Although the exhibition hall is not as big as the partial hall of the first round, it is not small.

Listening to her words, Shang Qinghui looked up.

There are three big boxes on the stage above, which are filled with ingredients, which are what they need for the competition later.

Now everyone doesn't know what's inside. It depends on luck to open the blind box.

Withdrawing his gaze, his eyes subconsciously fell on Bian Yingning in front of him.

The color of the sweater fringe exposed from the collar of her chef's uniform made Shang Qinghui pause and look up at the top of her head...

Of course nothing can be seen.

She is... Damn, she has so many hats, why did she wear this color... I don't know what I thought I was doing with her...

"Hi!" Zhang Zhizhi greeted her warmly when she saw her.

Shang Qinghui raised the corner of her mouth stiffly.

Zhang Zhizhi didn't care, pulled Bian Yingning and teased in a low voice: "It's ok, it's kind of considerate, I ran to pick up everyone at the door, not bad."

This time Shang Qinghui froze.

No, can you two be careful what you say?When she is dead?

"I'm sweet, I know."

Bian Yingning said the shameless words.

Shang Qinghui: "..."

Her ears and face had begun to heat up.

No, you can't explain explain?What are you narcissistic about?

Also, can the heating not be turned on so high that it makes people uncomfortable.

"Then you are the translator of your group, right?" Bian Yingning reminded Zhang Zhizhi.

Shang Qinghui also followed the gaze of the two of them.

There was a tall girl standing at the door. It seemed awkward to be alone. She didn't find any friends she knew, and the game hadn't started yet. She stood at the door and didn't know whether to enter or retreat.

Shang Qinghui suddenly realized that if Bian Yingning hadn't walked over to bring her over, would she have stood at the door like she was at this moment, helpless.

"Yes...Senior Song Yao!" Zhang Zhizhi ran towards the man as she said that, leading him to find a seat and a chair, very attentive.

It was good that she didn't leave, but Shang Qinghui felt a little nervous after she left.

She looked around, there was nothing to see or do, deliberately controlled herself not to look to the side, she took out her mobile phone to pretend that she was busy.

There was heat coming from beside him.

Shang Qingfen looked sideways, meeting Bian Yingning's eyes.

Her eyes are really beautiful, when she is not smiling, she looks down on all beings, and when she smiles, she looks forward to her beauty, but at this moment, her own figure is reflected in these eyes.

"Why?" Shang Qinghui said impatiently and ferociously.

Bian Yingning stretched out her hand, with her index finger half-bent, as if touching the curly hair on her shoulder, but she didn't actually touch it.

But Shang Qinghui felt that even her soul was caressed by the breeze.

"You look great today." She said softly, very lightly.

As soon as she appeared at the door, Bian Yingning couldn't take her eyes away when she saw her.

Any lack of confidence, any doubts, have been left behind.

As the two approached, the fragrance that belonged to her came from her secretly.

Shang Qinghui's fingertips holding the mobile phone tightened, she lifted her mouth and snorted coldly: "I don't look good one day, I want you to tell me."

"Please send a representative from each group to collect the ingredients."

It was the host's words that interrupted the two of them.

For now, that's business.

Bian Yingning looked around, but still didn't see Mark, she clicked lightly: "Go and smoke on our behalf."

The mobile phone that Shang Qinghui took out and hadn't come into use was put away again.

"Why me." Her dissatisfaction was palpable.

"Mark didn't come, it's not good for me to go, you go, be fair."

Shang Qinghui exhaled forcefully, said it was really troublesome, and walked to the stage.

Bian Yingning looked at her back, who was reluctant to walk but still brisk, shook her head and smiled, and gave Mark a voice.

After two or three calls, Mark answered the phone in a daze: "Allo? (Hello)"

"The game is about to start, why haven't you come yet?" Bian Yingning frowned when she heard his voice, Mark's voice sounded as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"Ah...**" Mark seemed to be awakened suddenly, and there was a crackling sound, and Bian Yingning frowned more and more deeply.

Mark doesn't seem like a person who doesn't care about the competition. When the theme of the competition came out, he came to him to analyze the problem, but when it came to the competition, he lost the chain.

"Do you know where the game is today?"

"Non, jenesaispas!"

"Then you wait downstairs after you wash up, and I'll find someone to pick you up." In order to prevent him from wasting time by wandering around and even being unable to find anyone, Bian Yingning directly arranged.

Mark responded over there again and again.

Bian Yingning took a deep breath, looked up, the lottery had just ended, and Shang Qinghui was looking at the box she drew.

She walked up quickly and helped the staff bring the ingredients to their operating table.

The next step is to give them 10 minutes to check the ingredients they got and think about what dishes to make, and then the competition officially starts.

With all the calculations, they still have 10 minutes.

"Do you know where Mark's dormitory is?"

There is always a magical power in opening blind boxes. Although this matter has little to do with him, Shang Qinghui is still interested to see what he has drawn.

Wen Yan nodded: "I know." The last time Mark went to Bian Yingning, it was she who went to the dormitory to pick him up before taking him there with him.

"He just woke up. I don't know where we are now. I told him to wait downstairs in the dormitory. Can you go and pick him up?"

Since it is a partner competition, without partner Bian Yingning, he is not eligible to participate in the competition, so Mark must get it.

Shang Qinghui's expression froze: "It's almost noon, why did he just wake up?"

"I'll talk about it later, if he doesn't come, I will lose my qualifications." When Bian Yingning said this, she still spoke at a steady pace, but her voice was slightly lowered.

Shang Qinghui hummed, scolded "troublesome", turned around and ran out.

Meng Weixin in the distance looked at the ingredients she had drawn, while peeking at Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning had to see what ingredients they had and what dishes they could make, so she couldn't pick Mark up.

Otherwise, when Mark came, they didn't even know what they had, and they couldn't even talk about finishing the game within 10 minutes of the second round.

Shang Qingfen was really lucky. The ingredients he picked ranged from black pepper seasoning powder to foie gras and black truffles.

Bian Yingning's console is at the innermost, with Zhang Zhizhi in the middle and Meng Weixin on the other side.

Bian Yingning heard Zhang Zhizhi howl: "What are they smoking? Bitter melon, winter melon, cantaloupe... let me, a fool, get involved too!"

……

After leaving the classroom, Shang Qinghui had to walk on her own, but thinking of where the exchange students lived, she couldn't help running.

While running, she shouted to the bodyguard who had been with her to drive the car over.

For the first time, she hated that the campus of Haicheng University was too spacious.

"If he doesn't come, even I will lose the qualification..."

"Drive faster." Thinking of these words, Shang Qinghui's heart sank, and he said coldly to the bodyguard who was driving.

But there is no way to drive fast on campus, there are students passing by from time to time, even if Shang Qinghui is impatient, she can only endure it.

The car was originally parked, and it had to turn around to avoid something, so it took twelve minutes just to get downstairs in the villa area.

Shang Qingfen has been looking at his watch.

Fortunately, when we got downstairs, we saw Mark.

Even though it was winter, he was sweating profusely and kept saying sorry.

"Don't you set the alarm clock? Why do you sleep so late?" Shang Qinghui's face was extremely dark, and the hand on his lap unconsciously clenched his fist.

"I don't know. I went to bed early last night. I went to bed at eleven o'clock. I set two alarm clocks in the morning, one at 08:30 and the other at nine o'clock... I don't know why I slept so hard... "

And it's past eleven o'clock now.

"Fortunately, Bian called me. My phone is not on mute, and she has been calling persistently, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wake up."

Mark also sighed.

"I remember you two sharing a room?" Shang Qinghui asked suddenly.

Mark was stunned, and nodded: "But my roommate went to the exchange meeting of the Foreign Language Institute early today, and hasn't come back yet."

……

"There is 1 minute left before the competition will officially start. Participants are requested to arrive at their consoles." The host above said with a microphone.

Competitors and assistant translators from the rest of the groups below were already in place, but Bian Yingning was the only group standing alone behind the seemingly huge console at the moment.

The host actually said this to her.

"What's going on?" The teacher in charge came over and asked Bian Yingning.

"My partner is lost. He's on his way here. It might take another three to five minutes." Bian Yingning's expression was calm, but she held the wrist of her other hand tightly behind her back.

The teacher didn't say anything, and went up to discuss with the judges.

As the number behind the display screen on the stage returned to twelve o'clock, Meng Weixin raised her hand: "Teacher, why hasn't the competition started yet? Is it necessary to postpone the competition because of the absence of a classmate?"

Several judges and teachers looked at each other.

One of the judges shouted: "If you don't come, you'll have to abstain. You can't just wait if he doesn't come. If he doesn't come, we still have to wait?"

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