Chu Qiaoen basked in a series of complints.
Her eyes swept over the audience, spotting Xi Rubao’s team, and then Zuzi, who was idly by her side. She couldn’t help but feel exceedingly smug: "I can’t say much, but crushing a few country bumpkins is child’s play!"
Xi Rubao: "..." Damn, I’ve been shaded!
You go ahead and show off, but why drag Herbal Fish into it!
He glared at Chu Qiaoen with irritation, grabbed a handful of assorted herbs from his backpack, and quietly continued practicing his herb identification.
Zuzi, however, just gave a faint smile, fiddling with her smartwatch, not bothered in the least.
However, when Chu Qiaoen took her place on stage and began the routine self-introduction for contestants, Zuzi suddenly, seemingly casually, asked, "Have you finished writing your self-criticism?"
On stage, Chu Qiaoen was full of herself, adopting the stance of an academic ace in pharmacy. Gu Shiyin hadn’t co today because after failing to slander, she inadvertently violated school rules and was stuck at ho writing a self-criticism.
With her aunt out of the picture, she usually just played support, but now she was the star; it was quite a mont of prestige.
Who knew soone in the audience would sabotage her mont.
Bringing up the exact topic she didn’t want to discuss, that undeliverable task about the self-criticism.
Since she, too, was involved in the slander, she obviously had to write one, but she was busy preparing for the academy competition, who had ti for that?
She thought others had forgotten about it, but Zuzi rembered so clearly, even embarrassing her in front of everyone.
Chu Qiaoen gritted her teeth: "I’ll write it after the competition, okay!"
Zuzi nodded lightly: "Okay, the Ancestor will grant rcy once, approved."
Chu Qiaoen: "..."
Her powerful academic aura had been completely destroyed by this small-town girl Zuzi.
Not acceptable, today she must achieve a grand slam high score to crush the Xi sisters into oblivion with her prowess.
The blindfolded herb identification officially comnced.
The so-called "blindfolded" was actually "blind-touch"; all the Chinese herbs were individually packed in opaque boxes, requiring participants to reach in and feel around, with only 8 seconds to determine the herb, guessing correctly added a point.
If one could guess the most nas of Chinese herbs within 3 minutes, they’d obviously get the highest score.
Of course, guessing wrong would deduct a point.
Chu Qiaoen’s team, number 22, had three participants.
The leader, her, and a senior from the third year.
The evaluating professor gave the order, and the three of them quickly thrust their arms into their respective boxes.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
...
Eight seconds!
The three spoke in unison:
"Bupleurum!"
"Forsythia!"
"Honeysuckle!"
Evaluating professor: "Two correct, one wrong, add 2 points, deduct 1 point."
They were a bit frustrated and scrambled to continue.
Three minutes passed quickly, and each person had done their best, guessing a total of over forty kinds of herbs, with accuracy rates around sixty percent. Among them, Chu Qiaoen’s accuracy was relatively high, roughly seven or eight correct out of ten.
The final score was 19 points.
Chu Qiaoen felt her level had been dragged down by the other two ’pig teammates’; she wasn’t happy, but when the score ca out, compared to the teams before...
They were surprisingly the highest scorers in the venue!
After all, there were those who got negative dozen points from deductions...
And the previous highest score was rely a single digit.
The blindfolded herb identification was really too challenging!
Chu Qiaoen’s anger turned to joy, and the slight caused by Zuzi seed erased; she walked off stage with her head held high, almost looking skyward with pride.
Passing by Zuzi and Xi Rubao’s seats, she humd disdainfully with a sarcastic tone: "Little town girls, good luck on your way to the top of the negative score chart, hehe!"
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