Because it was a halftime break, the venue was very quiet.
These two words clearly entered everyone's ears.
Ying Zijin spoke in English, and most of the audience present could understand her.
Irina's hand still maintained the motion of opening a bottle cap, her smile at the corner of her mouth slowly solidifying.
Her gaze was icy as she bit her teeth and said, word by word, "What did you say?!"
Ying Zijin didn't mind repeating herself, her gaze indifferent, "Trash."
[Hahaha! Trash! She's talking about you!]
[Now I know why God Ying came to participate in the competition again as the overall leader. She came to say this word to Irina.]
[I really, don't know what to say, I just want to cry.
Throughout the three-day competition, which I watched from beginning to end, I heard Irina say 'trash' dozens of times.
She targeted the competitors from our country, humiliating their dignity. Several younger girls even cried, but we were helpless.]
