Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"I..."

Luo Xiaojing just spewed out one word and then lost his voice. The host continued to stir up emotion: "in fact, I just saw the fragrance of lily of the valley ten minutes earlier than you. This is provided by an anonymous collector to this competition. It's not only for you, but also for me."

The one who collects the most flowers is Leng Yu, but the fragrance of lily of the valley is not among them. Is it Duan Zhenghao?

Luo Xiaojing's eyes did not wait to scan the past, the big screen suddenly opened to both sides, and Miss Li pushed the fragrance of lily of the valley curling out.

No longer a cold picture, the fragrance of lily of the valley is presented in front of everyone. She quietly blooms in the delicate and transparent display cabinet, which is full of orchid fragrance.

"The third round of sculptors' competition is to use Hetian Baiyu with the same texture to restore Miss Luo's fragrance of lily of the valley."

Without giving the judges and sculptors time to appreciate the fragrance of lily of the valley in close range, they immediately entered the intense competition, and each entered the carving room. Luo Xiaojing looked back at the big screen, and the surge of emotion still hit her like a sea wave.

All the flowers carved by her mother are printed in her mind. As long as she closes her eyes, from drawing to carving, from the selection of carving knife to subdivision, it will be as clear as playing a movie.

But it's because it's too clear that she can't reproduce her mother's flowers. How much she cherishes it, how sad it is. Every scene of Luo Rou's creation of flowers is like a sharp knife, which cuts her heart heavily and braves bloody red.

"The sculptor, please."

But this is a competition. If we give up now, we will give up the effort to reach the final.

When the timer started, she took Hetian Baiyu on the workbench, and her hands trembled even more. She closed her eyes and tried to get rid of the picture deeply engraved in her mind, but she found that she couldn't do it. She couldn't do it at all.

"There's something wrong with the carver." The camera turned to her, and the host said, "is this another tactic? As thick as the second round? But this round is different, ah, Luo sculptor. It's hard for Luo sculptor to restore the fragrance of lily of the valley. Ah, I know, Luo sculptor is very sure to do so. "

How to see can't see Luo Xiaojing like the host said is very sure, she holds the hand of Hetian Baiyu more and more close, pale as white paper, fog lingering in the eye.

Duan Zhenghao on the judges' table rubs his hands anxiously. He has been waiting so long for Luo Xiaojing to pick up the carving knife and re carve Luo Rou's flowers. But what is Luo Xiaojing doing now?

Leng Yu is also anxious. Luo Xiaojing's state is not continuous muscle fatigue, but there are reasons he doesn't know that make her unable to carve.

"Duan's sculptor seems to be in good shape this round."

Turning the camera again, Duan Qingyan has coarsely drawn the fragrance of lily of the valley on Hetian Baiyu, who has practiced countless times. With her skillful trimming, she seems to be the closest person to Luo Rou, remembering every technique and step.

's anxiety was as like as two peas. She decided that Luo Xiaojing had not done the job until the knife was asleep. The sleeping pills had worked. The two hands were prepared. Indeed, she was carving the lily of the valley just like LOHAS.

She will win Duan Zhenghao's trust again. She is also Duan Zhenghao's favorite daughter. Luo Xiaojing, who is proud but can't carve Luorou flowers, will be completely abandoned by Duan Zhenghao.

Let's slow down. Let Luo Xiaojing see the fragrance of lily of the valley carved by her before she closes her eyes. There's nothing she can do.

The picture that she imagined makes Duan Qingyan dark and cool. She can't help but speed up her hand. She must have the place for the final duel, and she can.

"The quarter Carver also began to press the edge." The host's voice suddenly picked up, "eh, how can the head of the sculptor Ji be bit by bit, ah, the weight..."

Before I finished, I just heard the sound of Dong. Ji Xing fell into the carving sink.

"Sculptor Ji!"

Everyone was shocked by the unexpected accident. No one knew what happened to the seasonal sculpture. Just before everyone could react, a figure rushed into the seasonal sculpture room.

"What's the matter with you, sculptor Ji? Wake up, wake up."

The juice that added sleeping pill is drunk by season, how can be drunk by him?

Duan Qingyan was the first one to rush into the seasonal carving room. When she heard the host say that the first point of the seasonal carving room was a little bit, she screamed that it was not good. When she pulled the seasonal carving room, she didn't notice that the carving machine was still buzzing. The uncontrolled weight rubbed the ears of the seasonal carving room, and the water flower aroused fascinated Duan Qingyan's eyes.

As soon as she lifted her hand to wipe it, the weight was driven by the high-speed machine and flew like a flying snake. She cut off the season's shoulder and went straight to Duan Qingyan.

In one second, it happened and she couldn't avoid it. She screamed and hid from the flying weight to find shelter. At this time, another person rushed in. Duan Qingyan pushed her to the front without thinking about it.

"Luo Xiaojing!"

The shrill cry came from the judges, but Luo Xiaojing didn't care about it now. The flying weight directly passed her left arm, with skin like pain.She leaned over and stretched her hand to reach the switch. At this time, I don't know who pushed her. She fell into the sink like Ji.

Cold, mixed with dust, and a faint smell of blood rushed into her mouth. After her brain was blank for a moment, she immediately got up to touch the switch. When she pressed the switch, she was relieved. Then she raised her eyes. Leng Yuwu and Hao Nan rushed to the carving room.

She and Duan Qingyan are taken out of the narrow carving room by President Wu. Leng Yu and Hao Nan go to pull the seasonal sculpture still lying in the sink. The doctors equipped for the competition were immediately called to treat the wounds for the season. Some of the staff gave 120 first aid, while others appeased the audience who didn't know what was going on.

The scene is a bit chaotic, and the live broadcast is called to a halt when the weights are flying. Luo Xiaojing, covered with water, stands by and looks at the staff who come to deal with the aftermath. He wants to help and tells himself that he can't make any more trouble.

After a while, the ambulance arrived. Because she and Duan Qingyan were injured, they were carried into the ambulance with Ji Xing.

The whole body is the season type of blood, see of Luo Xiaojing a burst of worried, don't overdo, see only section green smoke is looking at oneself.

"Luo Xiaojing, you are so lucky."

Duan Qingyan was a little embarrassed at the moment, but she was only frightened and her voice trembled. The place where she was injured was her foot. The weight cut her shoes and cut a wound that was about to dry up.

Luo Xiaojing really doesn't understand what her so-called luck is, because her condition is much better than that of the season type. Although the wound on her arm is not deep, it hurts badly. Her hair is all wet, and the season type blood and the dust in the sink stick to her face.