Cheng Yingxuan heard that even the half-igniter didn't jump up, "You're talking about, what unfair competition method did I use?"

"You can also get a special prize if you hand in a white paper, and only you Cheng Yingxuan has this skill!" Yang Qian sneered.

Cen Sufen glared at Yang Qian.

Yang Qian was unclear. So, "What's the matter? Aunt Yan, she won the award in vain. Do I have to shield her from success?"

"Did I turn it in..." Cheng Yingxuan said indifferently, "Ms. Cen is also in the exam, you can ask her."

Yang Qian's puzzled eyes cast towards Cen Sufen, who shook her head.

"Even if you didn't turn in the white paper, I remember you didn't even move your pen for an hour and a half, and went to bed in the competition examination room. You left again 20 minutes in advance, what can you do in those ten minutes!" Yang Qian laughed, "Don't tell Me, you can draw a design drawing in just ten minutes, that is absolutely impossible!"

"Really." Cheng Yingxuan shrugged. "As an engineer who came back from studying in a famous French university, Miss Yang has this quality. I don't care to explain it to someone like you."

Yang Qian couldn't get the special prize, and the blood in her heart jumped three feet high, and she didn't care about anything. "Anyway, Cheng Yingxuan can win the special prize. I disagree, on behalf of everyone!"

Yan Shiting sat on the seat, his cold face didn't show any expression, and made a glance at the special assistant Li Ze next to him.

Li Ze said, "Miss Yang, please pay attention to your words. You are not qualified to represent everyone, you can only represent yourself!"

Yang Qian gritted her teeth, looking for Mr. Yan, a special assistant. "Unconvinced, not accepting the company's unspoken rules. The unbalanced Cheng Yingxuan relied on Mr. Yan as the backstage and won a special award that should belong to me!"

"Hehehehe..." The cold laugh came out of the man's cold lips, and the person who made the laugh was actually Yan Shiting.

He glanced at Yang Qian as if looking at the jumping beam clown.

Yang Qian, who had never been looked at by him, thought he had finally appreciated himself, and immediately said to him, said softly, "Please also ask Mr. Yan to be fair!"

"Then just deal with it fairly and fairly." Yan Shiting's words fell, and the host Yan Li made a speech, "Please look at the works on the screen..." A hand-drawn design drawing appeared on the screen, "This is what Mr. Cheng this time. Entries. Whether it's appearance, counting, measuring, data, painting, etc.... perfect, it is a masterpiece of awesome work!"

"This cannot be Cheng Yingxuan's work..." Yang Qian shouted. "It may not be drawn in two hours. She can write at most ten minutes..."

"There are miracles in the world." Yan Li continued. "Let's take another look at Miss Yang's doubts. Please look at the big screen again... The drawing during the competition is monitored throughout the whole process. This is the scene of the game where Cheng Yingxuan is in the morning. ...Mr. Cheng really did "sleep" for the first hour and a half as Ms. Yang Qian said? I dare not agree with these two words, because Mr. Cheng was sitting upright, and he hardly changed his sitting posture for an hour and a half. How could it be Falling asleep? Excuse me, Mr. Cheng, what were you doing at the time?"

"I'm meditating." Cheng Yingxuan's voice spread clearly from every angle.

"What is meditation?"

"I am drawing a particularly complex architectural design in my mind." She told me honestly, "including every stroke, every painting, every data, I have calculated in my mind."