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  “This is?”


  Michelle looked at Shen Fanxing and crossed her arms as she walked towards her.

  A pair of dark green eyes sized Shen Fanxing up arrogantly.

  Shen Qianrou glanced at Annali and said, “Senior Sister, this is my sister

  “Senior Michelle, you might not know this, but Qianrou’s sister went to participate in our country’s fashion competition with Qianrou’s recipe. In the end, she was caught red-handed. How embarrassing! Now, in order to snatch Qianrou’s business, she actually wants to compete with Qianrou in the

  international perfume competition…”


  Realization dawned on Michelle as she looked at Shen Fanxing with disdain.

  “I’ve heard of this before. The organizers went overboard this time. They actually allowed a person with a history of plagiarism to participate in the competition. Even if she really gets a good ranking in the future, this stain will follow her forever! The more famous she is, the bigger the stain. What’s the

  point?”


  Shen Fanxing stuffed the grape into her mouth as though no one was around. In the end, she raised her head and scanned the few people in front of her coldly.

  “An Cuihua, you seem to have forgotten that I’m an unpresentable person. I’ve been your superior for three years, but I can’t even compare to an unpresentable person like me. Aren’t you insulting yourself by insulting me?”


  “You… you…” Annali’s face turned red. Shen Fanxing’s words had hit her where it hurt the most. She couldn’t refute her words. She was so angry that she wanted to strangle Shen Fanxing.

  “An Cuihua? Who’s An Cuihua?”


  “Where did this village girl come from?”


  The two people beside her covered their mouths and laughed. Annali was fuming.

  Shen Fanxing’s gaze landed on Michelle and she smiled.

  “You’re right. The organizers have gone overboard this time. Why did they let someone with a history of plagiarism participate? Perhaps… they want the plagiarist to have a stage to prove himself.”


  Michelle scoffed. “Prove what? That she’s a plagiarist?”


  Shen Fanxing smiled silently, but she gave Michelle a thumbs up in her heart.

  You’re right. This year’s scent-making competition was to prove that Shen Qianrou was the real plagiarist.

  Shen Qianrou stood at the side, her expression changing.

  In the end, he looked at Shen Fanxing and asked, “Have you thought of the theme for your competition?”


  Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow. She knew that Shen Qianrou would find a way to confirm this with her.

  “Why? If I say it, it might become your work again. I don’t want to embarrass myself on the stage of the International Fragrance Competition!”


  Shen Qianrou smiled and said, “Sister, there are so many people watching now. You’re thinking too much, right?”


  Shen Fanxing ate another grape and sighed deeply. “The theme of my competition this time…”


  Her voice wasn’t soft and it attracted the attention of everyone.

  At this moment, someone actually wanted to publicize the theme of their work. After all, they were opponents. How could they let this matter go?

  Seeing so many people looking at her, Shen Fanxing smiled and continued,

  “I’s been a little difficult to research new works in the past few years. I happened to recall a work of mine a few years ago. Based on my impression of the formula, I decided to use it to participate in the competition. As for the theme, I’ll call it ‘Zhaoxue’..”