Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening suddenly heard someone calling her name and responded subconsciously.

"I'm here."

Then she saw a woman in a suit walking up to her, scanning her from head to toe with an appraising gaze, and then a cold light flashed across her eyes.

She nodded slightly, her tone not very good.

"Go out with me. There are some things I need you to confirm."

Something?

Now that the game is about to start, what could be more important than the game?

Song Yuening frowned slightly, feeling a little suspicious in her heart, but her eyes stayed on the work badge worn on the woman's chest. Finally, she got up and took her bag with her to go out with her.

The woman's eyes fell on the bag she was holding tightly in her hands, and she frowned displeasedly and looked at her.

"What do you mean? It's just a few words, and it won't be long before you still have to hold your bag?"

Song Yuening did not expect that she would hear such words, and was immediately stunned.

What was in this bag was the design draft that she used to participate in the semi-finals. It was the most satisfactory version that she had spent countless nights and put in a lot of effort and energy to finalize. Of course she had to be careful.

"This lady, I..."

Song Yuening had just asked for an explanation, but the woman had already waved her hand impatiently, signaling Song Yuening to "shut up."

"Okay, I don't want to hear your messy reasons. I just want to ask you one thing. Are you so vigilant because you think there is a problem with the security of our organizer's competition venue?"

Faced with the woman's aggressive words, Song Yuening pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy.

She came to participate in the competition, not to be insulted. The woman in front of her spoke so rudely, which made her feel particularly repulsed and disliked.

But the other party is a manager of the organizer. If there is something urgent to come to her and she misses it, it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, Song Yuening took a deep breath to calm down as much as possible so as not to conflict with the other party.

She politely opened her mouth again to explain, but the woman turned her head impatiently and walked towards the door.

"Anyway, I've already told you what needs to be said. If you're not worried about missing something important, then just keep waiting here with your broken bag!"

Seeing the woman's back quickly leaving, Song Yuening glanced at the bag in her hand and then looked around.

After seeing that no one was paying attention to her side, Song Yuening hesitated, and finally put her bag back to where she was before, and then stalked out after the woman.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was a little too nervous just now. What's the reason you came to see me? Is it about the rematch?"

As soon as Song Yuening walked out of the door of the waiting area, she saw a woman not far away.

She hurriedly chased after him, politely said hello and apologized, and then went straight to the topic.

She looked very serious, but in her heart she was thinking about the bag she had placed on the spot.

"I guess you are sensible. After all, this is a competition organized by our organizer. The venue has been carefully designed and arranged. How could you lose your bag if you put it here?"

The woman crossed her arms and looked down at Song Yuening in front of her, speaking in a preaching tone.

"I don't want the next time you behave and speak disrespectfully and distrust our organizers, do you understand?"

Song Yuening's breathing became a little faster, and the corners of her lips pursed into a straight line.

She didn't like the way the person in front of her spoke. But when he thought that the other party was a manager, he finally had no choice but to nod lightly.

"Okay, madam, can we talk about what you just said?" She had to quickly know what important thing the other party was talking about, and then go back quickly.

Putting the design draft for her participation in the semi-finals in her bag and throwing it in the waiting area really made her feel a little uneasy.

When the woman heard this, her eyes really dodge for a moment.

She turned her face to one side, coughed twice, and then spoke in a long, unhurried tone.

"I have also seen the design draft you submitted for the preliminary round last time, and I have to admit it. You are a very talented designer. But, in our industry, talent alone is not enough..."

At the beginning, Song Yuening listened attentively, but the woman became more and more confused as she talked, and some of her words were not even on the point. She had completely left the topic of the game and started talking about family affairs.

As Song Yuening listened, she felt more and more something was wrong. Seeing the woman talking, she raised her hand and made a "wait a minute" gesture.

"Excuse me ma'am, can we get to the point?"

Song Yuening said, raising her finger to point at the electronic clock hanging not far away.

"The game is about to start. If you don't have anything important to say to me, then I'll excuse you."

The woman was interrupted mid-sentence and felt a little unhappy for a moment.

"You are so rude, you are really..."

This time, Song Yuening didn't even make a move to interrupt her. Instead, she turned around and walked towards the waiting area.

The moment she turned around, her face completely darkened, her steps were faster than when she had just chased him out, her heartbeat was as fast as a thunder drum, and a bad thought quietly came to her mind.

Song Yuening's intuition told her that there must be something wrong with this woman who claimed to be a manager.

She kept talking here for a long time, but she didn't come up with a single useful word. It looked like she was deliberately stalling for time.

As for why we need to delay...

The first thing Song Yuening thought of was the clothing design draft she had placed in the waiting area.

"...Hopefully it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

Song Yuening prayed in her heart while speeding up her pace, so fast that she could not wait to appear where she had just sat in the next second.

When she went back, there was no one else in the rest area. She immediately walked towards the seat where she had just been sitting. When she saw that her bag was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it's still there."

Song Yuening looked at the bag that was still there and breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised her hand and patted her chest twice. Just when she was thinking that she might be a little too naive, her eyes suddenly focused on one place and then froze.

I saw that the zipper of the bag that was supposed to be properly placed on the seat by her was suddenly opened halfway for some reason, and some of the conditions inside the bag could be seen through the gap.

The costume design draft she placed inside has disappeared.

The color on Song Yuening's face faded in an instant, her eyes widened suddenly, and without any time to think, she directly picked up the bag and unzipped it all with trembling fingers.

Inside the compartment of the bag, there was nothing else except her keys and the lipstick and powder she used to touch up her makeup.

And the design draft that she had put aside had disappeared. (End of chapter)