Lord Qin, Your Little Mute is a Full-level Boss

When everyone heard Qin Ruohan's unceremonious sneer, they immediately looked at the big screen.

When they saw the perfect design drawing on the big screen that couldn't find a trace of flaws, their eyes widened in shock again, and they exclaimed like a ghost:

"Wocao! I personally feel that without the judges, I can see that it is a one-to-one reduction."

"Me too."

"Me too…"

Many viewers couldn't help but blurt out and made their debut.

The host dropped his chin even more shocked, and kept his mouth in a state where an egg could be placed in his mouth, and was shocked to send the night color candy contest to the judges' bench mechanically.

When he walked to the judges, he came back to his senses and passed the design drawings in his hand to the judges.

"This is Yetang's entry. Teachers, please compare them carefully."

"Okay, we will."

When the judges saw the work handed over by the host, they also came back to their senses and took over the design drawings handed over by the host.

When they saw Ye Caitang’s entry design drawing and the design drawing on the desktop, they looked like they were copied and pasted, and their eyes widened again in disbelief.

In order to pick and support Ye Muxue, the judges immediately said to the host: "Go and prepare a ruler that can measure angles for us."

"Even if you look at Bilie, the angle may be off."

"The angle deviation is not a one-to-one reduction."

"Yes, we will take a good amount one by one."

After picking the thorns, they immediately said to Ye Muxue with a look of enthusiasm:

"Ye Caitang, you can paint with peace of mind. We know that your hand is injured and we won't care how long you paint."

"We have to compare the angles on the two clothing designs of Yetang, and it will take a long time."

Ye Caitang looked at the bone-picking judges in the egg, gave a mocking sneer, and said casually:

"You can measure whatever you want, if there is a little deviation, I will lose."

The abnormal demands of the judges and Ye Caitang's confident words were the last grass that crushed the camel to Ye Muxue.

Ye Muxue's desire to fish in troubled waters suddenly collapsed under the request of her handicap and abnormality.

Suddenly she broke the carbon pen in her hand, and said with tears in her eyes:

"Sorry, I won't come out, I really can't draw it."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Ye Muxue, who was crying so pitifully with tears streaming down his face, in surprise.

Could it really be that they misunderstood Yetang?

"Miss Ye Caitang, you are the copycat?" the host asked incredulously.

"No, I'm not a copyist." Ye Muxue immediately quibbleed unwillingly:

"Even a famous painter can't completely restore one-to-one. There must be a problem with her being able to do it."

"She must practice every day to paint so well, so fast."

With that, Ye Muxue looked at Ye Caitang weakly, and said angrily and helplessly:

"She must know that there will be such a day, she will deliberately ask to be everyone's face, repaint our entries."

Everyone heard what Ye Muxue said, and looked at Ye Muxue's tearful and fragile appearance, and sympathized with the weak again, and couldn't help but turn their hearts to Ye Muxue.

"Yes, Yetang can be reduced one by one, it must be tricky."

Ye Caitang glanced calmly at Ye Muxue's drawing paper. When she saw the poor lines on Ye Muxue's drawings, she suddenly understood that Ye Muxue was probably a handicapped party.

She is a handicapped party, so she dared to participate in the costume design competition. What's ridiculous is that she was promoted to the final with her immature work many years ago.

She looked at Ye Muxue with a smile, and said to everyone:

"In order to convince you all, let's say that Ye Caitang said she was injured? I'll give her some water."

"I don't want her to draw the original picture one-to-one, just draw it according to her work."

"As long as she can draw it, even if I plagiarize it, right?"

Fortunately, Qin Ruohan told her that the work in Ye Muxue's hand was consistent with her style of painting, and it was very likely that it was from her hand.

Otherwise, she might really suffer from Ye Muxue's loss.

After hearing this, everyone had no opinion: "Yes, no problem."

They excitedly urged Ye Muxue: "Ye Caitang, hurry up and draw it. As long as you draw it, you can prove that Ye Muxue is a copycat."

Ye Muxue was so angry that she gritted her teeth when she heard the words, but she couldn't refuse, picked up the broken carbon pen and tried to draw on the paper.

However, in the end, her hand was so cruel that she suddenly stood up and bowed to the crowd ninety degrees.

"Sorry, guys, my wrist injury is really serious. The pain is so painful that I can't hold the pen at all. I can't draw a picture."

Her tears were like broken pearls, crying very distressingly, and she said in a choked voice:

"I'm sorry for everyone's expectations, sorry..."

Everyone looked at Ye Muxue, who was so distressed by the rain, and immediately said in agreement:

"I saw Ye Caitang drawing pictures on the big screen before, and her fingers were shaking badly. She must have been seriously injured."

"Let's not force her, let her draw after her wrists are ready!"

Ye Muxue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the crowd standing on her side. She just showed a relaxed smile and was suddenly grabbed by her wrist.

"Everyone, look at her wrist, does it look like it is seriously injured?"

Ye Caitang suddenly pulled back Ye Muxue's sleeves, raised Ye Muxue's white and intact wrist, and sent it to the camera.

Let the big screen projection, let the audience see clearly, but also let the audience in the TV see clearly.

As long as you are not a fool, you can see that Ye Muxue's wrist is as white as jade, and there is no trace of injury.

Ye Muxue was suddenly exposed by Ye Caitang, a trace of panic flashed across her face, Liushen Wuzhu looked right and left.

Everyone saw Ye Muxue's guilty-hearted eyes turning wildly, and suddenly gnashed his teeth and cursed:

"Damn liar, dare to use us as monkeys."

"Kill her, block her, and never go to her clothing company to buy clothes again."

The annoyed people immediately smashed the paper towel mineral water bottles they could throw at Ye Muxue one after another.

Just how deep their sympathy for Ye Muxue was, how painful it was to slap her face, and how deep their hatred was.

Ye Muxue hurriedly covered her face while avoiding the attack, crying and explaining:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Suddenly she raised her finger at Ye Caitang, choked up and said aggrievedly:

"It's her, she forced me."

"She knows Qin Ruohan is my husband, and she shamelessly lives in my house and lives with my husband."

"Kiss me and kiss me under my eyelids."

"As a normal woman, no one can accept such a shameful shame."

Suddenly she burst into tears, and said aggrieved and pitifully:

"I know my husband Qin Ruohan likes her talent, so..."