I arranged a marriage for you, not made you invincible under a disguise.

In the corner of the square, at the F group's sub-venue, there was a tall, slender figure with an outstanding presence who looked very familiar.

Anyone who has met Shen Sixi will find her unforgettable.

So even though Shen Tu Rong hadn't met Shen Sixi many times, she still subconsciously called her "Sister-in-law".

However, her voice was drowned out by the sound waves at the scene.

Once they were some distance away, Shen Sixi turned around.

Shen Tu Rong slumped his back in disappointment.

"It doesn't seem to be my sister-in-law."

Shen Tu Rong had excellent eyesight, and she could see the other person's face clearly.

Although he was wearing a mask, only his eyes were visible.

But she is very different from Shen Sixi.

Shen Tu Rong couldn't explain why, but she wanted to take a closer look.

But soon, there was some activity at the main stadium.

Shen Tu Rong was immediately drawn in and stopped paying attention to what was happening here.

No matter how you look at it, there's no way my sister-in-law would participate in this perfumer competition.

Shen Tu Rong looked towards the main stadium with expectant, starry eyes.

"I wonder if Master Yu Shui is in here."

Shen Tu Mo still did not respond.

My attention wasn't diverted to anything else.

He was still staring at the figure in the far corner, his brow furrowing slightly without being noticed.

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Shen Sixi knew that Shen Tu Rong had brought Shen Tu Mo with her today.

Shen Tu Rong was naive and easily deceived.

But Shen Tu Mo is a very cunning fox, and the fact that she spent an hour putting on makeup was the greatest "respect" she could show him.

The god-level makeup skills, also known as head-changing skills, honed in a certain small world, are now playing a crucial role.

Simply change the eye makeup and eyebrow shape, alter the width of the forehead and the curvature of the sideburns, and then cover the lower half of the face.

Even if they look very similar, others will definitely think they are completely different people.

Even from a great distance, Shen Sixi could feel Shen Tu Mo's gaze.

She didn't look in that direction.

The corners of her lips, hidden beneath the mask, curled into a slight smile.

He can stare as long as he wants, unless he personally removes her mask right now.

Otherwise, he would only let the doubtful answer fade further and further from his mind.

......

All the pre-match introductions are finally over.

All participants, please enter and stand outside the red line.

Several long tables were arranged in a winding pattern at each sub-venue.

The table was filled with various spices numbered from 1 to 500, arranged neatly and orderly.

Each person was given a few sheets of paper and a pen.

Once the match begins, you can enter the field.

Perfumers are free to choose which spices to smell first, which spices to smell, and which spices to ignore.

Is it about pursuing accuracy or speed?

These are all game strategies.

On the main field of Group A, everyone's eyes were filled with caution, and they had already begun to think about which route to choose when the whistle blew.

Yan Qing was among them.

Yan Qing met Shen Sixi's gaze from afar, her smile slightly disdainful.

She seemed to be demonstrating that she could stand in the center of the main venue from the very beginning.

Shen Sixi was just one of those people crammed together in a secluded corner.

Shen Sixi looked away with even more disdain than she did.

Yan Qing's lips instantly froze, angered by Shen Sixi once again, and she clenched her fist.

Shen Sixi shifted her gaze and noticed that there were also familiar faces in the Group B sub-venue.

Song Yingying also participated in this competition. She was talking to herself and silently praying to God.

Beside her, Yu Chaodi also seemed quite nervous and uneasy, her big eyes darting around nervously.

Suddenly, one of the contestants behind me asked:

"Something's not right, is it? Why is our long table one less than the others?"

The proctor at the competition was a priest wearing a long robe.

He glanced at it and replied nonchalantly, "Because the place here is too small to fit any more tables."

"Then how can we compete? They have five hundred kinds of spices, while we only have four hundred."

The pastor then picked up the intercom and communicated with the other end.

He quickly turned back and said, "You have to fill in all the spice names within two hours. The organizers said they'd lower the difficulty for you, otherwise, given the level of your Group F, probably no one would be able to finish."

That would be embarrassing to broadcast live globally.

Although, not many viewers were watching the Group F matches.

All participants in Group F were once again subjected to blatant discrimination.

But everyone could only endure it.

Because they all knew that after two hours, it would be almost impossible to stay here and continue the competition.

There's no need to make a scene.

Besides, everyone knows their own abilities, just as the organizers said.

Let alone five hundred, even answering the four hundred or so in front of me would be a tough task.

The worst thing about fill-in-the-blank questions is guessing without even knowing what to guess.

Just live in the present.

As the whistle blew, the game began.

Red lines were simultaneously lowered across all the competition areas, and the contestants rushed in, running to different long tables to begin identifying spices.

Group A is incredibly exciting, generating heated discussions both among the live audience and in the live stream.

The contestants each displayed their unique talents and abilities.

Some people smell it first, some look at it first, and some rub it before listening.

In short, no matter what methods they use, they ultimately rely mainly on their noses.

"The sensitivity of one's nose is the foundation for a perfumer's career."

This is a famous quote from Mr. Clark.

He was watching the younger generation of perfumers shine on the competition stage, his gray beard twitching slightly and his lips pursed.

On the field, everyone was in a hurry.

We moved between different long tables, smelled the spices, and wiped and wrote on paper.

Some were overjoyed, some frowned, some were confident, and some were hesitant.

Various expressions changed on the contestants' faces.

The audience thoroughly enjoyed watching it.

[Hahaha, Yan Yan just filled in several in one go, she's amazing!]

Yes, she's beautiful, from a wealthy family, and has already launched her own perfume at a young age. I can't imagine what troubles such a rich and beautiful woman could have.

I still prefer Norris, he's sooooo handsome!

[Hey guys, so you're all just obsessed with looks? But to be honest, I like Norris too.]

Who can resist Norris? Just seeing his face makes me willing to buy any perfume he creates!

Don't let others misunderstand Norris's abilities! He's Mr. Clark's last disciple and a favorite to win the championship this time.

【...】

Everyone was having a great time discussing it.

Suddenly, a rapid ringing of a bell came from the stadium.

This was pressed by someone submitting their answer sheet.

Everyone was stunned. They checked the time and realized that only forty minutes had passed, and someone had already finished answering?!

The team searched for the source of the sound and eventually pinpointed it to the F group's sub-venue.

A beautiful, slender figure stood on the exam paper submission platform.

The pastor has already handed her exam paper to the scorekeeper for tallying.

People looked on with knowing expressions.

Some people disdainfully looked away, too lazy to pay attention.

Some people also made a few casual jokes.

[This is obviously someone who couldn't answer the question and just filled in something random out of desperation.]

[It's obvious that Group F's accuracy rate will be pitifully low.]

[This girl seems very pretty. Is she deliberately being the first to hand in her paper to attract attention?]

[It's very possible. Right now, I want to say, I need to know everything about this girl in five minutes!]

Just as everyone was joking around...

The scorekeeper raised a shocked look in his eyes and announced—

"Number F166, 432 questions answered correctly." She swallowed hard before continuing.

"100% accuracy, time taken: 36 minutes."

The whole place fell silent.

All eyes were once again focused on Shen Sixi.

How many????

Did I hear that right?