"If you hadn't held me back, this match would have ended, okay."
Qi Yan casually made a small teacup with a ball of clay. Then she evened out its corners. She could not be bothered to make the bottom of the cup and just brought it up for inspection.
"Aren't you being too perfunctory?" Ting Jiu's jaw almost dropped when he saw her actions.
"…" In any case, this competition was about speed, not the degree of similarity and beauty of the final product.
Qi Yan placed the last cup on the table. When the director saw it, he immediately came over to check.
"Sure." The director nodded without changing his expression. "Although this teapot isn't that good-looking, it's at least completed."
[F*ck!! How can this be? Boohoo, who's being held back by who? I won't say anything.]
[I didn't expect my Little Jiu Jiu to turn the tables.]
