Lance Steel's eyes moved, his expression slightly cold. No matter who the author of this work was, now that it was in front of him, it was his, and no one could compete with him for it!
Lance pretended to be serious and asked, "How dare someone do this right under my nose? I absolutely won't allow this to happen. Tell me, who is this person?"
After the first round of selection in the calligraphy competition, twenty works were selected. The remaining works would be publicly reviewed by the judges. The advanced contestants had already received the notifications, but Design Class 3 was full of worry and gloom.
The class leader sighed, "Alas! It's a pity that Miss Xaviera didn't advance!"
The commissary in charge of studies frowned, "It's already great that Miss Xaviera could participate. She is the pride of our Class 3!"
