"Is that even possible?" Sadam Vinson looked astonished, then glanced back at the stage, where the girl stood in a disheveled posture, quite casual.
The casual aura, in their eyes, was that of a boss, inscrutable. In the eyes of her opponents, her casualness probably ca across as provocation and arrogance!
Sadam Vinson felt like he instantly understood why Evelyn Quarles was flustered on stage; playing mind gas with soone like Nathalie was just asking for trouble.
*
On stage.
Evelyn Quarles forfeited, and the judges turned their hopeful gaze to Nathalie Quinlan, suppressing their excitent as they softly asked, "Evelyn Quarles has forfeited, Nathalie, do you want to answer?"
There were dozens of people on stage, he didn’t look at anyone else, including Caryn Zachmann, directly asking Nathalie.
Only then did Nathalie stir, lifting her head to reveal her overly delicate face, raising her eyebrows as if slow to react, and finally eting the judges’ expectant eyes, her voice slightly hoarse, "Oh, I don’t know this question."
"..." Evelyn Quarles’s face suddenly changed, clenching her palm, staring at the girl behind her.
Not know?
She clearly wanted to answer just now.
Nathalie completely ignored her, coolly distant, with a restrained rogue aura, not as flamboyant as Evelyn Quarles, but still arrogant, her eyes incredibly black, utterly disheveled: "Sorry, it’s just my first year, I haven’t been exposed to dical experints yet, I don’t know about laboratory stuff."
Her face sported an ’I truly don’t know’ candid expression, causing the judges to silently pause, accustod to her dark horse-like incredible performances, montarily unable to react.
But since Nathalie herself admitted to not knowing, the judge had nothing more to say: "Alright, alright, it’s fine if you don’t know, I was just asking."
He turned his head, then spoke to Adelle Wafford and the others: "Since no one knows the last question, should we tally the scores for the second round?"
Tally the scores?
What need was there to tally, all the scores and rankings were displayed on the big screen, Nathalie was first, and the rest, including Evelyn Quarles, were suppressed and could not compete.
...
Scores for the first and second rounds were revealed, and the third round was rely a formality.
Nathalie’s performance was, beyond doubt, superb.
Almost all the judges gave her full marks.
points.
points.
Still 10 points.
Adelle Wafford, having seen the scores to the right and front, really wanted to give a lower score but felt helpless to change much, slowly lifting her own scoring paddle.
points.
Even though she gave 9 points, people still looked at her; she forcefully smiled and explained, "I wanted to leave a little room for improvent with the last point."
This explanation was quite forced, but since the final round depended on the average score from the judges, missing one point didn’t change much; the first place was unlikely to be affected. Even if her explanation was dry and her reasons tenuous, people rely looked at her, none interested in engaging further.
The rankings on the LED screen hanging in the venue displayed the final scores for the last ti.
001, Nathalie Quinlan, Qing University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt, 97 points.
002, Evelyn Quarles, Overseas dicine, 63 points.
003, Caryn Zachmann...
From third place onwards, the rest basically failed.
With the top score disdainfully towering over everyone, this year’s dical competition results were clear; the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt prevailed over all.
After the competition, there was a celebration luncheon organized by the dical Association but Nathalie didn’t attend, having inford Winston Sullivan before leaving early.
Outside the venue, Alfred Garland and others were waiting for her.
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