As the host started speaking, Shen Tingting had already taken two steps forward, but she froze before reaching the host’s side.
What did he just say?
Who is the champion?
Shen Tingting’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the host.
And the host wasn’t paying attention, stepping forward to stand beside Shen Tingting and said, "Qiao Mo, do you have anything you’d like to say to everyone about winning this fashion design competition?"
The mont these words were out, Shen Tingting’s face turned from blue to purple, then purple to green.
It really was Qiao Mo!
How... how could that bitch Qiao Mo have won the championship?
So she didn’t even make it to the finals...?
No, the judges clearly nodded at her just now, so how could she have not made it through at all?
Thinking of this, Shen Tingting looked up at the judges’ direction again, her face exceptionally sour, seemingly intending to question them.
At this mont, several judges acquainted with the Shen family kept their heads down, silent, fearing Shen Tingting would go berserk and snap like a mad dog.
Seeing Shen Tingting stay silent for a long ti, the host imdiately tried to smooth things over, "Qiao Mo must be too excited to speak at the mont."
As soon as they finished speaking, whispers began in the audience.
After all, Shen Tingting didn’t even participate in the model presentation rounds. How could she possibly win the championship with just the final appearance?
If that truly was the case, it would surely invite criticism.
The host also seed to realize sothing was wrong.
After initially announcing the champion, she hadn’t thought much of it; seeing Shen Tingting step forward, she assud she was the champion.
But now, she noticed the suit in her hand, which seed quite odd.
"Could I have a microphone?" Qiao Mo ignored Shen Tingting standing in the middle of the runway and walked forward with Xiao Mo to the other side of the host.
The host took a look at Xiao Mo’s number, then realized and imdiately handed the microphone originally intended for Shen Tingting to Qiao Mo, "Ah, it seems I’ve beco senile. I didn’t expect to recognize the wrong person; this must be Qiao Mo."
Qiao Mo took the microphone and smiled slightly, "I was too nervous before, that’s why I ca out a bit late, and it caused so misunderstandings for everyone."
The host’s goodwill toward Qiao Mo surged, after all, it was clearly her mistake, and yet Qiao Mo showed no bla, even helping her out.
But in the end, it was Shen Tingting’s fault.
Not being the champion, why did she co out at all!
Many people’s eyes on Shen Tingting were full of mockery as well.
"It’s really funny, if she’s not the champion, what’s she doing up front? Is she trying to sell her face?"
"Sell her face? With that looks of hers, she might be a bit lacking."
"Isn’t that right? Or she just thought she was the champion, what arrogance!"
"No models at all, just carrying clothes up there like that, is she so kind of joke sent by the monkeys?"
...
One must admit, so fashion enthusiasts have quite sharp tongues, and right after opening their mouth, they thoroughly mocked Shen Tingting.
Their voices weren’t quiet, and as soon as they began, it sparked bursts of laughter.
Shen Tingting’s face turned completely liver-colored, looking as if she had been poisoned.
Even the hands hanging by her sides trembled slightly, her whole body shivering. It made people wonder if she might pass out all of a sudden.
Seeing the situation going awry, the host intervened to defuse the awkwardness, "Oh, I see I made a mistake; this contestant must be too excited and wanted to co forward to extend congratulations and best wishes to Qiao Mo."
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