Because it is an exchange game, there are still quite a few school leaders who come to watch, but their positions are all on the side.

There is a long table on both sides, with four leaders sitting on each side.

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

The dean of the Culinary Institute is one of the judges, and he is over fifty years old.

The student is late, even if he doesn't know the time of the game, we just don't give him any delay when he arrives. "

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

"How can this work? Since it is a partner cooperation, the partner can't come. If her partner starts the game by herself, how can it be considered a group stage."

A French teacher who led the team followed.

"This..."

"Teacher, is it better?"

As the judges and teachers hesitated to discuss, Meng Weixin urged in a timely manner.

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

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

Zhang Zhizhi in the middle stepped forward quietly to block Meng Weixin's gaze towards Bian Yingning.

The dean looked at Meng Weixin, as if to appease: "Don't worry," then turned to Bian Yining and said, "Tell me."

"I want to ask the teachers in France, it's your students who are absent now, don't you have anything to say?"

Bian Yingning ignored Meng Weixin, her eyes swept over several teachers on the stage, her voice was not loud, but she had an inexplicable power.

"Because your students did not arrive on time, which affected my game, what should I do? Who should I ask to be responsible for me? "

There were also students who helped translate on the stage. The French teacher was stunned after hearing Bian Yingning's words.

"Also, your student didn't come to the competition on time, shouldn't you worry about his safety first and find out where he is? Why do you want to start the competition directly and cancel our group Qualifications for the competition?"

"Do I have the right to suspect that this is one of your tactics to keep me out of the competition?"

No one thought that Bian Yingning would dare to question the teacher face to face like this.

"Fuck, I thought I was just watching a game, why do I feel like a fight!"

"Yes, you can be late for the college entrance examination by fifteen minutes. Isn't it just an exchange competition? Why is it so important?"

"

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

"Student Bian, speak carefully!" It was a college secretary above who broke the shrill voices.

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

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

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

"I, I am the volunteer responsible for leading French classmates to participate in the competition here." Suddenly, a girl with a work card next to her blushed and stood up hesitantly.

When she made a sound, everyone's eyes fell on her.

She blushed and looked very nervous, but she still said responsibly: "I asked the teacher in charge of the team at that time, and he said that all the students who came to participate in the cooking competition are here. I brought them here..."

Now, the pressure is on the French teacher.

The teacher stood beside him, after hearing the translation, he quickly glanced at Meng Weixin before coming out to apologize.

Said that he may not have paid attention to the small number of students, they brought a lot of students, he should be confused for a while.

As for not worrying about their students, it is because they believe that Haida is safe, and they are friendly to their exchange students, etc.

However, everyone just listens to their words.

…

Twelve o'clock was just after school at noon, and waves of students poured out of the teaching building, and the car was unable to move halfway, so Shang Qingfen simply pulled Mark out of the car and took He ran to the showroom.

I finally waited for her to hold the beret that she had run away in one hand and pull Mark with the other, she ran out of the congested corridor without the original exquisiteness, panting, and saw the corridor outside the exhibition hall , Bian Yingning leaned against the wall with her arms in her arms and looked at the sky.

Her hurried steps stopped suddenly.

In her eyes, Bian Yingning's figure is lonely and lonely, like a lost loser.

Mark stopped and confiscated, and almost hit Shang Qinghui.

After stabilizing his body, 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 Qingfen didn't speak, she was panicking now.

Inexplicable blockage.

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

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

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

It is as smooth as I imagined, like water.

Bian Ying condensed again and again, and followed her messy hair for Shang Qingfen.

"I...I'm late?" She asked in a low voice, her popularity was not going well, and she couldn't breathe much, her face flushed red.

"It's not too late." Bian Yining gave her a soft smile.

She was about to cry, yet she comforted her like this...

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

Thinking of this, Shang Qingfen let out a long breath, clenched his teeth, stomped his feet and said hard: "Bian Yingning, are you stupid, just an ordinary exchange game at the door of the house, you still Can you be bullied? I really laughed!"

Speaking of which, she turned back aggressively, slammed, and kicked the door of the showroom behind her.

She is really angry.

Still looking up at the sky forty-five degrees, what a deeply sad and touching setting, what's the use of this, speechless!

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

She wants to see who the organizers of this competition are, they are so awesome.

Thinking about this, Shang Qinghui, with a burst of anger and a lofty ambition to discuss justice for Bian Ying, met the terrified eyes of the teachers and staff who gathered together to discuss matters. .

Shang Qingfen: "…"

There was no one on the console at all. The French teachers gathered together, and the teachers from their school also gathered together, not knowing what they were discussing.

As for the contestants, she recognized that Zhang Zhizhi, chatted with her partner in the corner, and looked at her in shock at this time.

…This is not a game.

The **** was kicked out and couldn't participate in the competition. The sad, sad and strong face forced a smile to comfort himself, it was all fake.

Shang Qingfen just kicked the door and moved back.

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

She, Shang Qingfen, hereby swear that she and Bian Yingning will die!

…

"I didn't know you were going to kick the door. I didn't say anything. I also said you weren't late?"

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

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

Shang Qingfen bypassed her and wanted to continue walking, but Bian Yingning blocked it again.

After going around and blocking a few times, Shang Qingfen finally stopped, and when she looked up, she just wanted to tell Bian Yingning to get away, but she didn't notice that the two were close, and her forehead collided Bian Yingning's chin.

“His—”

“His—”

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

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

What a human tragedy.

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

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

Bian Yingning's eyes lit up: "Then the feelings are good, let's go, I will take you to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and I will ensure that you are responsible to the end."

"Go!"

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

Zhang Zhizhi patted her shoulder: "If you want to open up, love is like this, sweet and sour, funny and angry, heartache and happiness."

“…you seem to understand?”

"Well, the TV series after Huaying is coming to an end. I watched each episode three times and completely grasped the essence of love."

Bian Yingning's eyelids jumped.

…

Today's game is so noisy, there is absolutely no possibility of continuation, and the dean can only announce the suspension of today's game.

At the same time, Bian Yingning also proposed 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 in a form that can be eaten and some cannot be eaten.

If the judges are watching the production process closely, how can they not distinguish between "false and true".

We all know how those dishes are made and what ingredients are used, so we lose the fair evaluation and scoring in the case of meeting the theme.

Her words made all the teachers stunned. After communication, the organizer decided to move the competition and re-plan the competition format.

Compared to postponing the game, making a joke, and continuing the game in a confused way, it will leave words and discussions.

If they know the bugs and fix them, they can also earn a reputation for seriousness.

It was originally just an exchange game between the two schools, and it was not good for everyone to make an ugly scene.

So the game was in such a situation, it was delayed like a joke.

It took Shang Qingfen almost half an hour to bring Mark over. At that time, Bian Yingning was just waiting for her at the door to breathe.

She really didn't expect that Shang Qinghui would think that she was forced to abstain from participating in the competition, and she didn't expect that she would directly open the door to the public in full view of her being so angry kicked away.

At that moment, she was so cruel that she wanted to seek justice for her, so cute.

Bian Yingning thought the corners of her mouth rose wildly.

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

Mother Bian: "…Has sales increased a lot this quarter?"

The sudden voice frightened Bian Yingning, she quickly put away the smile on her face and coughed dryly: "No, I just thought of something... a fun thing."

Mother Bian gave her an angry look and put the hot milk on her desk: "Don't watch it if it's too late, go to bed early."

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

"Next week."

Many of the final exams are in-class exams or subjects that are reported to have already passed the exam, and the rest of the exams that need to be arranged in the classroom will be next week.

"Well...Isn't the project in the south ready to start? After your winter vacation, we will go to the temple to worship, and by the way, let's see if the construction starts."

"Okay, you can stay for two more days, just go out and play." Bian Yingning smiled and replied, "You should rest early too."

She may have refused this before, but not now.

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

Bian Yining sat on the chair and turned around.

Outside the window behind her, the cold plums in the garden are blooming brightly under the street lights, just like her now.

She approached the window a little, heaved a sigh of relief, and a cloud of mist immediately appeared on the glass window.

The world is afraid and flustered, so they put their love on the Buddha... But can the Buddha really make you lonely?

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

Behind her, the words "Shang Qingfen" slowly dissipated with the mist.

The mist can dissipate, but the name that has been imprinted in my heart is difficult to erase.