The emcee announced the start of the competition.
Song Ying confidently pointed at the row of perfumes in front of the stage. "You go first. Don't say that I bullied you."
He Miao was undaunted. She walked down the stage expressionlessly, picked up the first bottle of perfume, and gently sprayed it on the fragrance test paper. "The first spice is lemon, orange, and freesia."
On the stage, Song Ying's expression changed.
He Miao did not stop. She continued to sniff the second bottle of perfume. "The mixture is an aldehyde, wet grass, and jasmine."
The audience began to discuss in low voices. "This girl is amazing. She can identify every scent in detail."
"Who is she? Does anyone know her?" The few people who were whispering to each other subconsciously looked at Jing Yan on the other side. Judging from his clothes, they knew that he had an extraordinary background, so they all kept quiet for fear of offending someone they should not.