Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

Because it was an exchange game, there were quite a lot of school leaders who came to watch, but their seats were all on the side.

A long table was placed on both sides, and four leaders sat on each side.

There are also some culinary students who have come to watch and study.

The dean of the Culinary Academy is one of the judges, he is over fifty years old, he said with a smile on his face: "Don't wait, let's start directly.

Even if the classmate is late, even if he didn't grasp the time of the game, we just don't delay him after he arrives. "

Generally, the dean has spoken, and other teachers have nothing to say, but the judges are not only teachers from our school.

"How can this work? Since it's a partner cooperation, if the partner doesn't come, if her partner starts the game first, then how can it be considered a group match?"

A French teacher who led the team followed closely.

"That's right," he said, and the other teachers followed suit, "Since it's a group match, if one of them doesn't come, it's equivalent to abstaining from their group."

"This……"

"Teacher, is it better or not?"

The judges and teachers were hesitating during the discussion, Meng Weixin urged at the right time.

"Teacher, I have a question." Bian Yingning suddenly said.

"If you have any questions, can't you ask after the game?" Meng Weixin asked with a sideways look in a bad tone.

Zhang Zhizhi, who was in the middle, stepped forward calmly to block Meng Weixin's gaze from looking at Bian Yingning.

The dean looked at Meng Weixin, seeming to comfort him: "Don't worry," then turned to Bian Yingning and said, "Say it."

"I would like to ask the French teachers, it is your students who are absent now, don't you have anything to say?"

Bian Yingning ignored Meng Weixin, her eyes swept over the teachers on stage, her voice was not loud, but it carried inexplicable strength.

"Because your students did not arrive on time and affected my game, what should I do? Who should I ask to take responsibility for me?"

There were also students on the stage who were helping to translate, and the French teacher was taken aback after hearing what Bian Yingning said.

"Besides, your student failed to come to the competition on time. Shouldn't you be worried about his safety and find out where he is? Why do you want to start the competition directly and disqualify our group?"

"Do I have the right to doubt that this is a means of yours to prevent me from participating in the competition?"

No one expected that Bian Yingning would dare to directly question the teacher like this, and there was an uproar all around, and there were many discussions:

"Damn it, I thought I was just watching a game, why do I feel like we're going to fight!"

"That's right, you can be 15 minutes late for the college entrance examination. Isn't it just an exchange game? Why is it so important?"

"I also think that if he's late, he's late. The others shouldn't be happy. After all, they have so much more time than Bian Yingning's group. Why are they disqualified?"

"Wow, it's not impossible to say that. In order to prevent Bian Yingning from participating in the competition, they directly made her partner not come..."

"Student Bian, be careful with what you say!" It was a college secretary above who broke the small discussion.

"Teacher, every word I said has passed through my brain, but I don't know if you are the same." Under such circumstances, Bian Yingning showed him a big smile very calmly.

But this smile is not so friendly in the eyes of the secretary.

Looking at Bian Yingning's smiling face, he suddenly realized her identity and shut his mouth suddenly.

"I, I'm the volunteer responsible for leading the French students here to participate in the competition." Suddenly, a girl next to her with a work badge blushed and stood up hesitantly.

As soon as she made a sound, everyone's eyes fell on her.

She blushed, looking extremely nervous, but she still said responsibly: "At that time, I asked the teacher in charge of the team, and he said that all the students who came to participate in the cooking competition were all present, so I brought them here... "

Now, the pressure came to the French teacher who led the team.

The teacher stood by, and after hearing what the translator said, he took a quick look at Meng Weixin before coming out to apologize.

Said that he might not pay attention to the small number, and they brought a lot of students, so he should have lost count for a while.

As for the students who are not worried about them, it is because they believe that Haida is safe and they are friendly to exchange students, etc.

However, these words of theirs, everyone just listened to it.

……

Twelve o'clock happened to be the time when school was over at noon, wave after wave of students poured out of the teaching building, the car couldn't move even halfway, Shang Qinghui simply pulled Mark out of the car and took him to the exhibition hall.

Finally, she held the beret she had run away and pulled Mark with the other. She ran out of the congested corridor without the original exquisiteness and panting, and saw Bian Yingning leaning against the wall with her hands folded outside the corridor of the exhibition hall. looking at the sky.

Her hurried steps stopped suddenly.

In her eyes, Bian Yingning's figure was lonely and lonely, like a defeated loser.

Mark stopped and confiscated it, and almost bumped into Shang Qinghui.

After stabilizing his figure, he took a strange look, followed her line of sight to see Bian Yingning, and he also stopped.

"Is the game over?" Mark asked.

Shang Qinghui didn't say anything, she was in a panic now.

Inexplicably blocked.

She slowed down and walked over, Bian Yingning heard the sound, turned her head and looked over.

After seeing it was her, he pulled out a smile: "I'm back, are you tired?"

Sweeping through her messy hair, Bian Yingning raised her hand naturally, this time, she touched her hair.

As I imagined, slippery, like water.

Bian Yingning followed Shang Qinghui's disheveled hair repeatedly.

Shang Qinghui didn't hide, her small mouth was slightly flattened, and the corners of her almond eyes drooped, giving her a sense of grievance and innocence.

"I... am late?" She asked in a low voice, her whole mood was not going well, and she was holding back her breath, her little face flushed red.

"It's not too late." Bian Yingning smiled softly at her.

Obviously almost crying, but still comforting her like this...

Bian Yingning's words and this consoling smile are like a fuse.

Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and said vigorously: "Bian Yingning, are you stupid, you can still be bullied by an ordinary exchange game in front of your house? I really laughed Already!"

As she said that, she turned around aggressively, kicked open the door of the exhibition hall behind her with a bang.

She was really angry, wasn't it just an exchange match, wasn't it just that her partner was late, why did she kick him out?

And this Bian Yingning, when she quarreled with her, she used tricks and tricks frequently, how could she act like a charming girl when she met someone else?

Still put this 45 degrees to look up at the sky, what kind of deep and sad character setting is it, what's the use of this, speechless!

Wronged?Only she was wronged by others, but no one said that she was wronged.

She wanted to see who the organizers of this competition were, they were so awesome.

Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui felt angry and ambitious to seek justice for Bian Yingning, and then - met the terrified eyes of the teachers and staff who gathered together to discuss matters.

Shang Qinghui: "..."

There was no one on the operating table. The French teachers gathered together, and the teachers from their school also gathered together. I don't know what they were discussing.

As for the contestants, she recognized Zhang Zhizhi, who was chatting with her partner in the corner, and looked at her in shock at this moment.

...It doesn't look like a game.

Being kicked out of the bullshit and not being able to participate in the competition, being sad and yet strong, forcing himself to comfort himself with a smile is all fake.

Shang Qinghui moved back the foot that had just kicked the door.

She turned her head, and Bian Yingning, who was leaning against the wall next to her, was still holding her hands.

But now it was turned to face her sideways, his eyes were full of surprise and joy, there was no sadness at all, and there was a curved smile on his lips.

She, Shang Qinghui, hereby swear that she and Bian Yingning will only rest until death!

……

"I didn't know you would kick the door, and I didn't say anything, and I said you were not late?"

Shang Qinghui walked towards his car outside the building without looking sideways, stepping on every step very hard, as if the ground was Bian Yingning's face.

Bian Yingning followed her step by step to explain, but Shang Qinghui turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that her bodyguard had already driven the car over, Bian Yingning hurriedly walked around in front of her to block her.

Shang Qinghui directly bypassed her and wanted to continue walking, but Bian Yingning blocked her again.

After going around and blocking a few times like this, Shang Qinghui finally stopped, and when she raised her head, she wanted to tell Bian Yingning to go away, but she didn't notice that the two were very close, and her forehead hit Bian Yingning's chin.

"hiss--"

"hiss--"

One was covering his chin, the other was covering his forehead, each took a step back with tears in their eyes.

Zhang Zhizhi, who witnessed the whole process a little later: "..."

What kind of human tragedy is this.

Bian Yingning: "...I may have dislocated my jaw."

Shang Qinghui sneered: "I still have a concussion."

Bian Yingning's eyes lit up: "That's a good relationship, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and I promise to be responsible to the end."

"roll!"

Standing on the side of the road, watching Shang Qinghui's luxury car leave, Bian Yingning sighed.

Zhang Zhizhi patted her on the shoulder: "If you want to be open, it's like this when you fall in love. It's sour and sweet, funny and angry, heartache and happy."

"...You seem to understand it very well?"

"Well, Hua Yinghou's TV series is coming to an end soon. I have watched each episode three times, and I have fully grasped the essence of love." Zhang Zhizhi said proudly and puffed up her chest.

Bian Yingning's eyelids twitched.

……

Today's game has become like this, there is no possibility of continuing, and the dean can only announce the suspension of today's game.

At the same time, Bian Yingning also raised a loophole in the competition system.

Since this round of competition is based on the theme of "virtual and real", there must be contestants who will make some dishes edible and some not.

If the judges and teachers are watching the production process closely, how can they not distinguish between "virtual and real".

If you all know how those dishes are made and what ingredients are used, you will lose the ability to give fair evaluation and scoring when it fits the theme.

All the teachers were stunned by her words. After communication, the organizer decided to move the competition to a later date and re-plan the competition format.

Compared to postponing the game, making a joke, and continuing the game in a muddle-headed way, it will leave tongues and comments.

If they can find the loopholes and fix them, they can also gain a reputation for rigor.

It was originally just an exchange match between the two schools, and making it ugly would not be of any benefit to everyone.

So the game was postponed like a joke in this situation.

It took Shang Qinghui nearly half an hour to bring Mark over. At that time, Bian Yingning was just waiting for her at the door to get some air.

She really didn't expect that Shang Qinghui would think that she was forced to abstain from participating in the competition, let alone that she would directly kick open the falsely concealed door in front of everyone because of her anger.

At that moment, her fierce look of wanting to seek justice for her was so cute.

The corners of Bian Yingning's mouth rose wildly as he thought about it.

When Mother Bian opened the door and came in, she saw Bian Yingning smiling foolishly holding a document from the company.

Mother Bian: "...Did sales increase a lot this quarter?"

Bian Yingning was startled by the sudden sound, she quickly put away the smile on her face, and coughed dryly: "No, I just thought of... a funny thing."

Mother Bian gave her a reproachful glance, and put the hot milk on her desk: "Don't read it when it's too late, go to bed early."

Bian Yingning responded, took the milk, it was still warm, holding the cup in her hand, even her heart felt very comfortable.

"By the way, when are you on vacation?" Mother Bian asked.

"Next week."

Many final exams are in-class exams or the subjects for which the reports are to be submitted have almost been tested, and the rest of the exams that need to be arranged in a unified classroom will be next week.

"Well... isn't that project in the south ready to start? After your winter vacation, let's go to the temple to worship and see if the start date is okay."

"Okay, it's okay to stay for two more days, just go out and have fun." Bian Yingning replied with a smile: "You should go to bed early, too."

She might have rejected this before, but not now.

Mother Bian went out, and the study door was gently closed again.

Bian Yingning sat on the chair and turned around.

Outside the window behind her, the winter plum blossoms in the garden are in full bloom under the street lamps, just like her at this moment.

She moved a little closer to the window, took a breath, and a cloud of mist immediately appeared on the glass window.

People in the world are afraid and flustered, so they put their love on the Buddha... But can the Buddha really relieve your loneliness?

Bian Yingning turned back and picked up the hill-shaped document on the table again.

Behind her, the words "Shang Qinghui" slowly dispersed with the mist.

The mist can dissipate, but the name that has already been imprinted in the bottom of my heart is hard to erase.