As Bian Xiaohong abruptly shrank her hand, the rushing drill instructor heading towards the judges' panel nearly stumbled.
"What's going on?"
"Instructor, I, I'm worried that if I go to the judges' panel, it might cause bad influence on you... Usually, Zuzi and Wu Qianman are already jealous of the way you're good to me, always talking behind your back. If we appear together at the judges' panel, wouldn't it give them more to talk about... I, I don't mind being wronged, I don't need the first place..."
"Silly girl, what are you saying! The first place should be yours, why shouldn't you take it?" The instructor was moved, his voice full of compassion, "I'm not afraid of what people might say, but I won't let you be misunderstood in front of your classmates. Wait here, I'll go to the judges with Wu Qianman's absence photos to reason with them."
