Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh novel Chapter 868

Chapter 868 The championship has been decided

"The award ceremony has officially begun!"

The host's fervent words brought the emotions of the audience to the breaking point.

Accompanied by a burst of passionate and high-pitched screams, the big screen in front of the stage was suddenly plunged into a deep and depressing darkness.

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the darkness without a single ray of light, and they held their breath without moving.

And gradually, in the midst of this darkness, there was a blinding spot of light.

The total blackness was illuminated a little bit, a process that was so stunning and new that it was like being in a 5d movie clip, giving people a sense of vertigo and tension.

Not to mention the nervousness of the perfumers on stage, even the audience on stage and in front of the live broadcast were infected by the sudden darkening of the stage lights, their palms sweating and their hearts racing.

As is customary, the placings were still announced from the fifth last place.

As the crowd watched without blinking, a bottle of golden perfume suddenly appeared on the darkened screen.

The crowd was stunned.

It had to be said that the standard of the international competition was several notches higher than that of the domestic competition.

The fifth place had already ruled out the most basic seven colours.

On the stage, the perfumers could not tell whether they were relieved or whether their hearts were raised even higher.

And of the fifty or so perfumers on the floor, only one had handed in a golden perfume.

So when this bottle of perfume flashed out, everyone's eyes subconsciously looked in one direction.

Accompanied by the host's gleeful introduction, without any surprise, Alice stood up from her seat, but the expression on her face was not as elated as the audience had expected.

Obviously, she was not very happy with the ranking.

After Alice finished her usual speech of thanks, amidst the screams of tears and laughter from the H audience, it was soon time to announce the fourth place.

The atmosphere was such that a pin drop could be heard on the floor.

Everyone's emotions were thrown into tense anticipation.

Except for Selena.

She sat on her seat without any emotion, her pretty face cold, and her eyes seemed to be covered by something, absent-minded.

Lancelot stared at her for a while and placed a bottle of water in front of her desk. With a smile on his handsome face, he whispered, "Lady Selena, there's no need to be nervous. There's a spot for you between the champion and the runner-up."

Obviously, this young genius perfumer paid much attention to Selena as his opponent.

In Lancelot's impression, Selena was definitely not an unstable person.

Perhaps due to the mutual admiration of geniuses, he could feel that this woman had a talent for perfumery that surpassed everyone else.

Just like him, in this field, there was no concept of losing in their dictionary.

Everyone, including him, couldn't help but feel nervous, but Selena, of all people, should be the least nervous.

Her confidence and arrogance seemed to be engraved in her bones.

Selena blinked her eyes, lowered her eyelashes, and twirled her hair with her slender fingers. "Do I look... nervous?" she asked.

Lancelot frowned slightly, "Your complexion... doesn't look good."