"Wishful thinking? Me?"
Qiao Xi did not expect to hear such a thing the moment she returned backstage. She crossed her arms and looked at the female student who had just spoken with a faint smile.
That person's expression froze, as if recalling what had happened backstage this morning. She silently took a step back and hid in the crowd, not daring to make a sound.
Qiao Rou walked past the crowd and held Qiao Xi's hand with a face full of worry. "Sister, where did you go? Someone said that you gave up participating in the competition… Sister, quickly tell everyone that you're a participant. You clearly like designing so much…"
"I'm not a participant in the competition."
Qiao Xi withdrew her hand.
Qiao Rou's expression froze. "Sister, you…"
She sounded angry and sad at the same time. "Why… Why did you…"
Why?
Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows. Of course, it was because she was a judge.
"Don't worry. You'll know why later."
